God, please be gentle with me

This May was hotter than usual. Han Jialin was wearing a sports vest and boxer shorts. After sleeping in his small room for a while, his back felt like it was going to burn.

When he was eating dinner, he complained to his mother that it was too hot at night, and his mother said that it would be cool naturally, and it would be a waste of electricity (bills) to turn on the air conditioner before it was midsummer.

Knowing that his mother loves money, Han Jialin has nothing to say. The monthly salary of his parents adds up to 5000 yuan.Although it is not a small amount, but because there are two children, and the housing loan, car loan, insurance premium, etc. have to be repaid, every penny has to be planned well.

The air conditioner can only be turned on in the first month, so even if the thermometer has soared to 31, the whole family has to endure the heat.

Whenever this happens, Han Jialin is particularly envious of his sister's room.Facing south, with a small balcony, my room is about the same size as my sister, but it faces north, and there is a small window, even if the window is open, I can’t feel the wind blowing in.

Han Jialin fantasized about turning on the air conditioner, enjoying the refreshing cool breeze, and then hypnotized himself to sleep quickly.

However, I slept on my stomach for less than 10 minutes... my chest was so hot, and I turned over irritably... Um... my back was so hot, and I continued to sleep on my stomach on my back. Gradually, Han Jialin felt that he had become a big pancake. Frying and frying in reverse.

Just as he murmured in a half-dream and half-awake state: "Well...Master...Add two eggs...No green onions..." The mobile phone stuffed under the pillow vibrated "buzzing, buzzing".

"Eh..." Han Jialin raised his head in confusion, "Buzz, buzz." The phone kept vibrating, especially loud in the middle of the night.

"Who, I finally fell asleep... What a fuck!" Han Jialin wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed the phone under the pillow and turned it on, "Wow, it's so bright!"

The momentary brightness made him close his eyes, and after a while he pressed to answer: "@#&~~~~"

"What?" Someone was talking inside.The voice is hoarse, the whole tone is weak, and I don't know what to say, it's Jiriula.

"Hey, you dialed the wrong number. What are you talking about? I can't understand." Han Jialin put the earphones on his shoulders, put his right hand into the vest, and scratched left and right on his chest, as if he was bitten by a mosquito. up.

"Han...Jialin?" The person on the other end of the phone expressed surprise in his tone.

"Huh?" Han Jialin opened his eyes in surprise, completely out of drowsiness. He immediately picked up his phone and looked at it. The name card of the incoming call showed: Fang Shuyao, President of the Student Union.

"Sorry, I made the wrong number." Fang Shuyao apologized in a low voice, but his attitude was still very sincere.

"Your broken gong..." Han Jialin was about to ask what was the matter with your broken gong-like voice when he hung up the phone.

"What?!" Han Jialin got up angrily, "I haven't finished talking yet." Then he quickly dialed.

Fang Shuyao answered the call quickly, but he said, "I'm fine, go to sleep."

"What are you sleeping on, I was woken up by your phone call." Han Jialin asked angrily, "Who did you want to call just now?"

"Nia...I want to ask her, where did she put the...medicine prescribed by the family doctor." Fang Shuyao's voice sounded very bad,

Han Jialin couldn't help but frowned.

"But what you just said didn't seem to be English?" In order to prevent him from hanging up the phone again, Han Jialin continued the topic.

"Oh, that's Tagalog, Tagalog."

"Then what?" Even though it was translated into Chinese, Han Jialin still didn't understand.

"It's Filipino."

"Why are you studying that? You don't need to take the exam."

"Nia is a Filipino, and she learned it by spending time together."

"..." Han Jialin thought about the fact that he couldn't handle English for a long time, so he wanted to crawl over the phone line, shook Fang Shuyao vigorously, and said, "Learn Tagalog! Only learn Chinese from now on! Hear without!"

But obviously, without him shaking it now, Fang Shuyao's voice sounds a little near and far away.

"Sorry, Han Jialin, I want to sleep...the fever will subside when I wake up." Fang Shuyao wanted to end the call again.

"Have you got a fever? Have you found the medicine?" Han Jialin became nervous. It wasn't that he was very ill. Fang Shuyao probably wouldn't have called Nia so late.

"No... I don't want to look for it anymore, I want to sleep... good night."

"Don't sleep!" Han Jialin yelled at the phone, and then remembered the silence of the night, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, pricking up his ears to listen.

After listening, the house was still silent, and everyone was sleeping deeply.

Han Jialin heaved a sigh of relief and looked at his phone. Fang Shuyao was still online.

"Don't sleep." Han Jialin said again, but his tone was much more relaxed, "I'm here to find you."

"Huh? Why?"

"Do you know that you need to see a doctor when you are sick? You change your clothes and I will take you to the hospital."

"No, it's almost two o'clock."

"Patients don't have the right to speak and choose. I'm calling a car to go there now. You remember to open the door for me, so I can't sleep."

"Han..." Before Fang Shuyao could say anything, Han Jialin ended the call first this time.

"He's still a top student, and he doesn't know how to go to the hospital when he's sick." Han Jialin was complaining, but his hands kept moving, changing clothes, putting on pants, and taking out his mobile phone and keys.

But in just 5 minutes, he was already squatting in the entrance wearing his sneakers. After tying the shoelaces, he looked back at the house. After making sure that no one was up, Han Jialin held his breath and opened the anti-theft lock of the door, and tiptoed out.

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"Han Jialin... is coming?" The phone had been hung up for 5 minutes, but Fang Shuyao still felt a sense of uncertainty.After all, it was already past one o'clock in the morning. Moreover, when he had a headache just now because of the fever, he had fantasized that Han Jialin was by his side, even if he was sitting there doing nothing, it would make him feel happy.

It's just that as the body temperature rises again and again, this method of self-comfort loses its efficacy more and more, and even he can hardly see Han Jialin's face clearly.

You can't just die like this... Fang Shuyao struggled to get up from the bed, looking for antipyretics.

When his feet hit the ground, Fang Shuyao realized that he had no strength at all, so he fell to his knees, and his knees hit the floor.

It hurts, but I don't feel anything, I just feel dizzy.

Holding on to the mattress, he staggered up, searched the desk but found no medicine, thought that Niya might know, so he called, but accidentally called Han Jialin.

"He won't come." Fang Shuyao thought, it was already 01:30 in the morning, and it was difficult to get a car at this time.

"However, what he said will definitely be done." Fang Shuyao thought of a basketball game when he was a sophomore in high school. The opponent player made a malicious foul and kicked Han Jialin's right ankle. At that time, Han Jialin screamed in pain.

Although the player was sent off by the referee on the spot, Han Jialin could hardly stand on his feet, Zhao Bin kept persuading him to rest, but Han Jialin said: "I said this game, I want to score [-] points. "

In the end, the game was won, 120 to 71, and Han Jialin scored 37 points alone, [-] of which were obtained after he was injured.

Fang Shuyao's dizzy head was full of the way Han Jialin was lifted up by his teammates after winning the game, cheering all over the place, his whole body was soaked in sweat and looked embarrassed, but it was so shiny, from head to toe all sparkling...