Be at the same table with the rumored boss

When Su Mianyang returned to the dormitory, Zhang Haichao was watching an idol drama. He probably saw some very substituting plot. He didn't even know the door of the dormitory was opened, so he just held his mobile phone and yelled, "This hero is too miserable. The confession was rejected on the spot."

Su Mianyang, who is particularly sensitive to confessions, looked at Zhang Haichao instantly. The incident happened too coincidentally. If he was not sure that Gouzi's IQ was not capable of insinuating things, he would really doubt whether Zhang Haichao was implying himself.

"I'm going, I'll give up now, don't, the heroine is testing you, if you're a man, don't be cowardly and kiss her directly." Seeing the male protagonist in a film and television drama who was rejected by the female protagonist and directly chose to give up, Zhang Haichao hated the iron. He beat his thigh hard, and before he could yell a few more words, the earphone was ripped off from behind.

Zhang Haichao was very upset. When he was about to explode, he turned his head and saw Su Mianyang, and all the anger disappeared immediately.Seeing that his friend's face didn't look very good, he asked curiously, "What's the matter? It looks like you've been dumped."

Su Mianyang, who was trampled on with precision, said, "It's nothing, I just want to be quiet."

"School committee member of class one, Brother Yang, judging from your grades, it's impossible for the two of you, the class gap is not allowed." Hu Wenjing has good grades and a quiet personality, and she is also the school committee member of class one. In Zhang Haichao's eyes, she is a master The presence.

High school was relatively fair, and there was no need for excessive material conditions. The easiest way to distinguish everyone was their grades. Finding a relationship with a top student like this is no different from a cross-class relationship.

Su Mianyang, who was insinuated again, put the earphones back into Zhang Haichao's ears, "Forget it, it's okay, you can continue watching."

Without waiting for Zhang Haichao to say anything, Xiao Lang walked in from the door. The moment he heard the door to the bedroom, Su Mianyang froze uncontrollably. He casually said to Zhang Haichao, "I'm going to wash up," and carried Passing by Xiao Lang with his cup.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes as he watched Su Mianyang leave in a hurry, and said nothing.

The dormitory of No. [-] Middle School has bunk beds, and the study desks are placed side by side. Xiao Lang greeted Zhang Haichao, walked to the free desk, put down the backpack in his hand, and took out the test papers that he hadn't finished in time.

Xiao Lang was absolutely unwilling to let others accommodate him. After realizing that Su Mianyang had no intention of self-study, he packed up his things and planned to read the book by himself when he returned to the dormitory.

Zhang Haichao behind him was once again immersed in the idol drama, and would yell loudly when he saw the place where he couldn't help himself. Xiao Lang was a little distracted by the noise, so he had to take out the earphones from his schoolbag and put them on.

Su Mianyang's "I like you" was all in his mind, Xiao Lang's pen tip stayed on the test paper for a long time, but he couldn't write a single word, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't concentrate on the question.

Xiao Lang sighed, and simply turned the paper to the back and wrote the composition. He felt a little relieved when the letters flowed out from the tip of the pen. There is probably nothing that can make people focus more than this.

When it was time to turn off the lights, Su Mianyang climbed onto the bed first, Xiao Lang looked up at his back for a long time, but finally said nothing.

From being confessed just now to going to bed now, Su Mianyang deliberately avoided Xiao Lang, neither of them said a word.

Even Zhang Haichao noticed something was wrong, and when he saw Su Mianyang climbed up, he asked specifically: "Why do you two feel so wrong, are you arguing?"

"Just dozed off, sleep," Su Mianyang stuffed himself into the quilt, "Turn down the volume of your mobile phone, I can't fall asleep when I hear it."

Hearing this, Zhang Haichao murmured softly, "I used to let you fall asleep when I played it outside, but did Lang Dae move into our dormitory and improve your hearing?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Xiao Lang, who was hesitating to change the direction with the pillow, glanced at the bulge on the bed next to him, put down the pillow calmly, and retracted into the bed as gently as possible.

There was a strong wind again in the middle of the night, and the temperature in Z city was not high at the beginning of spring, and No. [-] Middle School was always reluctant to turn on the heating due to the number of students in each dormitory.

I thought there was no need to cover two layers of thick quilts in this season, but I didn’t expect that the dormitory could be so cold. His body temperature was not even warm under the quilt. Even if he just poked his head out to breathe, he felt that the cold air was cutting his skin. He had to shrink himself into a ball to keep warm.

His throat was so itchy, Xiao Lang was afraid of waking up the two people in the same dormitory, so he suppressed his instinctive urge to cough.

But Feng Han didn't want to let him go so easily, even though his body trembled and tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes, Xiao Lang still coughed a few times uncontrollably.

I don't know how long this bad feeling lasted, Xiao Lang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could detect the changes in his body.

Headache and shortness of breath, palms extremely hot, body feeling terribly cold, feeling of ice and fire simultaneously reached the extreme peak, all performances pointed to one answer - he had a fever.

Pulling out the phone from under the pillow, Xiao Lang clearly saw the bright 47:[-] displayed on the screen, and there was still some time before dawn, so he planned to get over it first.

Xiao Lang put the phone back, and just when he was about to shrink back into the bed, he heard the voice of the person next to him who was supposed to be asleep, "Do you have a fever?"

Perhaps because of the late night, Su Mianyang's lowered voice sounded much colder than usual, and the questioning in his tone reminded Xiao Lang of Ms. Pan's reaction when he was sick when he was a child.

At that time, Xiao Lang's physique was much worse than now, and he often had a sudden fever in the middle of the night. He was worried that Ms. Pan would find out, so he wanted to wait for the dawn. Every time Ms. Pan was found out, Ms. Pan always had a bad complexion and was annoyed. Another distressed expression left Xiao Lang at a loss.

Reminiscent of Ms. Pan Xiao Lang feeling a little guilty, he opened his mouth to immediately refute Su Mianyang, but his throat was burnt almost hoarse, and Xiao Lang repeated the word many times before he could speak clearly, "I'm fine."

Without giving Xiao Lang a chance to refuse, Su Mianyang reached out and touched his forehead. It didn't matter if he touched it, but he was really shocked when he touched it. The temperature under his hands was terribly hot, and his voice was so hoarse. Su Mianyang knew it without thinking. How bad is Xiao Lang's condition?

"Get up and go to the infirmary." Su Mianyang's tone could not be refused, and he reached out and grabbed Xiao Lang's quilt corner.This kind of thing can't be delayed, what if it is two or three minutes late and then people will be burned stupid.

Seeing that Xiao Lang was completely unwilling to cooperate, holding on to the quilt tightly without any intention of letting go, Su Mianyang couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and his tone became a little more serious, "Xiao Lang, get up, follow me to the infirmary, if you don't move, I'll lift your quilt .”

"Don't..." Xiao Lang's spirit was on the verge of slackening, but he still grabbed Su Mianyang's wrist that was pulling his quilt, "It's too early, and it will disturb the school doctor's sleep."

The temperature from the wrist was terribly hot, and after hearing clearly the reason for Xiao Lang's refusal to seek medical treatment, Su Mianyang felt annoyed and amused, and could not help cursing in a low voice, "I don't think you burned hard enough, and you have the leisure to worry about others. "

After saying this, Su Mianyang became much quieter, and did not mention the matter of forcing Xiao Lang to get up.

Xiao Lang vaguely heard the sound of Su Mianyang getting dressed and getting out of bed. The other party seemed to be looking for something in the desk pocket with the faint light on the phone screen, and then Zhang Haichao asked in a vague voice, "It's time to get up?"

Su Mianyang answered casually, "It's still early." After saying this, he asked as if thinking of something, "Do you have antipyretics?"

Zhang Haichao said "um" in a daze, but there was no movement.

"Brother Yang... I have antipyretics in my desk pocket." Xiao Lang's weak voice came from the upper bunk as if he heard the conversation between him and Zhang Haichao.

Su Mianyang was taken aback by this title, and he turned to look for Xiao Lang's desk pocket, which contained a lot of commonly used medicines, and the top one was three packs of antipyretic medicine.

Su Mianyang looked familiar, it seemed that it was the same medicine that Xiao Lang bought when he took him to the infirmary, and the quantity was quite large.

Before he had time to think too much, Su Mianyang tasted the water in his thermos. After confirming that the water temperature was right, he poured the granule medicine into it and dissolved it, and returned to the bed with the thermos.

Xiao Lang's mental state was very poor, and it took Su Mianyang a lot of effort to dig him out of the bed.

First, he took his own coat and put it on Xiao Lang so as not to catch the cold again. Su Mianyang handed him the cup after making sure Xiao Lang was awake, "After drinking the anti-fever medicine, I will accompany you to the infirmary tomorrow morning."

"thanks..."

Seeing Xiao Lang drink up the antipyretics with his own eyes, Su Mianyang heaved a sigh of relief. After getting out of bed and refilling the thermos cup with hot water, he put the cup next to his pillow, and naturally took off his pajamas to squeeze in. Xiao Lang's blanket.

Resisting was Xiao Lang's first reaction. He was not used to being so close to people because of his solitude all the time, and sleeping together during holidays was an exception.

Xiao Lang originally thought that there would be no second chance, but after all, he still couldn't bear to let Su Mianyang, who was wearing thin clothes, hang out, and Su Mianyang, who found a loophole, got into his bed.

Xiao Lang shrank sideways on the bed, keeping a distance from Su Mianyang.The bunk beds in the dormitory were originally not wide, and it should have been a bit reluctant for two people to lie side by side, but now they were half a person apart.

This kind of wordless evasion is undoubtedly the most hurtful.

Su Mianyang didn't think so much, he just thought that what happened today made Xiao Lang avoid suspicion, the burning flame in his heart was poured with cold water, some unknown emotion was eating away at his reason, He endured and endured so that he didn't blurt out the question that came to his lips.

"Come here, from such a distance, how can I be sure if your temperature has dropped?" Seeing that Xiao Lang didn't move closer, Su Mianyang suppressed his sourness, and lowered his voice, "Otherwise, we can only go to the infirmary. You choose."

Obviously this sentence hit Xiao Lang's mind, he hesitated again and again, and finally approached the warmth beside him cautiously.

I don't know how long he waited until Su Mianyang finally waited until Xiao Lang's attitude softened. He held his breath and waited until Xiao Lang got close before extending his hand and slowly hugging the person he had liked for so long into his arms. inside.

I like it very much, I really like it very much. After being rejected, it seems that there are other things mixed in the like, such as sourness and some uncontrollable impulse.

Su Mianyang's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he tightened his embrace bit by bit, forcing the distance between the two to get closer.

The night is the best way to cover up emotions, Su Mianyang can stare at Xiao Lang unscrupulously.

After all, he has been busy for so long, so charging some hard work fee is not a big deal.

Anyway, Xiao Lang burned so badly, he probably couldn't find it.

Su Mianyang plucked up the courage to press down on Xiao Lang, and slowly moved closer to his face.

But I don't know which action was not careful enough to startle Xiao Lang. Although his consciousness has not returned, his body's instinctive reaction is still there. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push away the person on him.

Su Mianyang reacted faster, he grabbed Xiao Lang's wrists and pressed them on both sides.

Xiao Lang was obviously taken aback.

The two people were very close, and their breaths were entangled.

Xiao Lang seemed to be trembling, and his breathing was much faster than usual, but considering that there were other people in the dormitory, he didn't want to embarrass Su Mianyang, so he kept his voice low, "Same table?"

Su Mianyang didn't let go, and the two remained in a stalemate for a few seconds.

It wasn't until Xiao Lang was frozen in the cold air that he turned his head and couldn't hold back his cough, Su Mianyang hurriedly let go of the restraint, he lay down hastily and tucked in the quilt, and said, "I just want to see you tucked in the quilt No" prevarication.

Xiao Lang didn't speak, he turned over and left his back to Su Mianyang.

Of course Su Mianyang knew that Xiao Lang was angry, and he didn't want to make the relationship stalemate, so he approached cautiously.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean it, and I don't know why... As soon as you resist me subconsciously...don't ignore me...you can do whatever you want, Xiao Lang...don't be angry... "

Xiao Lang sighed, turned back, and put his index finger on Su Mianyang's lips, "I'm not angry, go to sleep."

Su Mianyang was ecstatic, and put his arms around Xiao Lang's waist, expressing that he would sleep peacefully.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyes, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

Emotions hit the ground.

The scent of soap that gradually diffused stimulated Su Mianyang's weak nerves, his temples suddenly ached, his eyes were sore and sore, he blinked hard, but it still couldn't relieve it.

Su Mianyang wanted to sniff the familiar scent of soap greedily, but was afraid that his movements would be too big to be noticed and cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he could only pretend not to care and hugged Wen Ruan in his arms tightly.

Yes.

Since the Waking of Insects has not yet come, how can we encourage the mountain flowers to bloom?He is just a member of the crowd, and he has no other strengths, except that he has enough patience and time to wait for Xiao Lang to approach him bit by bit.