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“Awake?” The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Ying Jiao walked in from outside with an orange in his hand.

Jing Ci forced the wetness of the corners of his eyes back and lowered his head to drink water, and gave a soft “um”.

“You only slept for less than half an hour.” Ying Jiao sat down beside the bed, felt his palm against his forehead, and frowned, “It’s still a little hot, wait a moment, I’ll take a thermometer to check your temperature.”

As he said this, he put the orange on the bedside table. Just as he was about to get up, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was hugged by Jing Ci.


Although Jing Ci was more expressive than before, intimate actions like hugging him are rare.

Ying Jiao was a little worried, didn’t push him away, reached out and touched his head, and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Jing Ci buried his face in the socket of his neck, his adam’s apple rolled and swallowed his uncontrollable tremble. After a while, he muttered, “I’m a little uncomfortable.”

He couldn’t say the things in the dream, acting too obviously would only make Ying Jiao worried, but fortunately there was an excuse for being sick.

His dreams were always incoherent, and he didn’t know what happened next. But if it is true as the system said, his soul will automatically return when he is nourished, then he should not return to the previous world.

So, Ying Jiao at that time… Didn’t he wait for him? How did they go back to high school?

Jing Ci closed his eyes, holding Ying Jiao’s hand tightly again and again. Sooner or later those things will be figured out, but right now he just wants to hug him.

It’s not that he was making it up for Ying Jiao, he doesn’t need any compensation, that would only insult his feelings. He just likes this man so much and misses him so much.

“Come with me to the hospital?” Ying Jiao moved inwards, took him into his arms, and coaxed softly, “Are you afraid of injections? Doctors nowadays don’t give patients injections easily, they just prescribe medicine.”

“No.” Jing Ci gently rubbed against his neck, then let go of his hand and whispered, “It doesn’t matter, I’m just a little uncomfortable, just let me hug you.”

Just let me hug you…

Ying Jiao felt both sweet and sympathetic in his heart, completely unable to resist his dependence and coquetry. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Ci, and just wanting to be gentle to him: “Then do you want to kiss?”

Jing Ci suddenly raised his eyes.

Ying Jiao smiled, approached him, and Jing Ci took the initiative to kiss him.


The two have been together for so long, and Jing Ci’s kissing skills are still green. Ying Jiao lowered his head in cooperation, and kissed and sucked on his lips like a puppy. After a long time, he turned against the intruder and kissed him deeply.

“I’ll listen to you today.” After the kiss, Ying Jiao took a tissue and put it on the table, peeling the orange, and said, “But if the fever doesn’t subside tomorrow, you have to listen to me, okay?”

“Okay.” Jing Ci nodded and said very confidently: “Brother, don’t worry, I will be fine tomorrow.”

Ying Jiao flicked on his forehead: “If you say so.”

Jing Ci touched the place he hit and pursed his lips and smiled.

The oranges were put in the refrigerator before, but Ying Jiao had already taken them out for a while, so they were not cold. It’s just that the skin is a little thick. After turning it around for a few times, he finally found a place to start, and began to peel it with difficulty.

Jing Ci looked at him anxiously, and couldn’t help but say, “Cut it with a knife.”

“It’s said on the Internet that cutting with a knife is not as good as peeling it with your hands.” Ying Jiao wiped the orange juice off his hand and cursed, “Why is this so difficult?”

Jing Ci didn’t think there was any difference between the two, but he was used to listening to Ying Jiao and stretched out his hand: “Should I do it?”

“No need.” Ying Jiao ducked and didn’t let him touch his hands: “Is it still necessary for you to do this? Stay away, don’t let it spray on your body.”

Ying Jiao just couldn’t find a way at first, but after getting used to it, he did it in a decent manner. He peeled off all the skins, tore off the tangerine on top, opened a piece of orange and sent it to Jing Ci’s mouth: “I think they say it’s good to eat this when you have a fever, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it’s always good to eat more fruit. “

Jing Ci wanted to feed himself, but was blocked by Ying Jiao.

“Open your mouth.”

Jing Ci was afraid that the juice would drip onto the sheets, and after biting it, he jumped out of bed quickly, and sat next to Ying Jiao before eating.


Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: “Do you like this set of sheets so much?”

“No.” Jing Ci swallowed the piece in his mouth and explained, “I just changed it, if it gets juice, I have to wash it again.”

Ying Jiao suddenly laughed and handed him another slice of orange. Seeing that he ate it, he continued, “No wonder.”

Jing Ci didn’t understand, chewed an orange and asked vaguely, “What?”

“Last night,” Ying Jiao spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing, and at the same time, as if he was pondering carefully: “At that time, you were afraid of getting the sheets dirty.”

Jing Ci choked for a moment, and coughed in shock.

“So thin-skinned,” Ying Jiao patted him on the back, helplessly: “Are you okay?”

“Okay, okay.” Jing Ci wiped the corner of his lower lip with a tissue, and managed to adjust his breathing.

Ying Jiao was afraid that he would really choke, so he stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on feeding him.

Jing Ci was a little restrained at first, but after a while he got used to being fed, and he naturally relaxed.


When Ying Jiao saw him sitting there obediently waiting, he was so itchy that he deliberately did something bad and handed over a small piece of orange peel.

Jing Ci opened his mouth reflexively, biting it twice without looking at it.

Jing Ci was stunned, his chewing movement suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Ying Jiao in disbelief.

Ying Jiao couldn’t hold back, and burst out laughing.

“Fool,” Ying Jiao squeezed his face and spread open his palms: “spit it out.”

Jing Ci remembered that he could spit it into the trash can, but Ying Jiao kept raising his hand. Whichever direction he turns, he follows. He couldn’t, so he had to spit the orange peel into his palm.

He took a tissue from Ying Jiao, and said a little embarrassedly, “Brother, wipe your hands.”

Ying Jiao took it, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: “What are you nervous about, how many times have you eaten, are you still afraid of getting it on my hand?”

Jing Ci’s cheeks were a little red, but he couldn’t help but feel happy.

After eating the oranges, Ying Jiao measured Jing Ci’s body temperature again. This time it was 37.7. Although it has not returned to the normal level, it is at least decreasing.

“Sleep a bit longer,” Ying Jiao cleaned up the things on the table and said to Jing Ci: “I’ll call you for dinner at night, you have to eat something light when you’re sick. I’ll ask my aunt to cook shrimp porridge, do you want to eat it? If you don’t want to, we can switch to eating something else.”


“Just shrimp porridge.” Jing Ci didn’t want to bed again, but flattened and folded the quilt: “I like it.”

Ying Jiao helped him put the pillow on the quilt, frowned and asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”


What kind of quilt do you fold to sleep? Before Ying Jiao could clear his doubts, he heard Jing Ci say again, “I’m going to sleep on the sofa.”

“The sofa is not as comfortable as the bed, you…” Ying Jiao didn’t finish his sentence, when he saw Jing Ci’s drooping eyelids and reddish cheeks, he immediately understood.

The living room and the study are facing each other. As long as the door of the study is open, Jing Ci can see him in the study as soon as he looks up.

Ying Jiao looked at him quietly for a long time, then stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, and said hoarsely, “Okay, I’ll help you get the blanket.”

That afternoon, Ying Jiao was doing homework on the coffee table in the living room.

Although Jing Ci is thin, his physical fitness is good. That night, the heat on his body subsided, and it didn’t rise the next day. Ying Jiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but took down the matter of replenishing his body.

After the three-day holiday of Qingming Festival, the students in the provincial experiment threw themselves into intense study. Teacher Liu’s most common phrase now is: “Your third year of high school is coming soon, so if you don’t hurry up and study! You will regret it in the future!”

“Seriously, is Old Liu menopause ahead of schedule?” In the classroom, He Zhou carefully took out his cell phone from his sleeve: “He gets so angry, every time he reprimands me, I get scared, for fear that he will smash the table. “

Zheng Que wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the back window, until he was sure that Teacher Liu would not sneak attack them again, and then reopened the game: “There is still more than a year before the college entrance examination, and I don’t know why he is in a hurry.”


He glanced at the screen, and after a while, his game character died. He couldn’t help but curse, and simply withdrew, and said indifferently, “I’m not afraid even if I really went to take the college entrance examination, I’m going abroad anyway.”

“We are all the same.” He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao, who was thinking, and asked, “Brother Jiao, what about you?”

Ying Jiao raised his head and leaned back on his chair lazily: “Is there any need to ask?”

He Zhou: “…”

He forgot that this person has been studying desperately after class during this time.

“Forget it, you are not the same as us.” He Zhou waved his hand and pushed Peng Chengcheng, who was mute next to him: “Old Peng, which country do you want to go to?”

Peng Chengcheng shook his head wisely, indicating that he had not thought about it.

“Think about it quickly.” Zheng Que urged in a low voice, “The three of us can go to a school together, and it will be very convenient to go out and play at that time.”

Ying Jiao did math problems all night, and was a little dizzy at the moment. He opened the Feng You Jing oil, dipped a little on his fingers, and wiped it on his temples, while saying, “Go to Australia.”

He Zhou turned to him: “Do you know anyone there?”

“Old Peng likes boxing, you need to lose weight,” Ying Jiao put Feng You Jing into his pencil case and raised his lips, “Australian kangaroo sparring, you deserve to go there.”

Are you talking about people? !

He Zhou originally wanted to say something to him, but for some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicable, and he excitedly said: “It seems that this can be considered, I heard that the Australian kangaroo is very fierce, maybe it can really reduce my stubborn fat!”


He fantasized happily, and by the way, he also stepped on Ying Jiao: “When the time comes, I will compare you to scum.”

Ying Jiao snorted: “Do you know why I never go to the gym?”

He Zhou rolled his eyes at him: ”I got it, it’s because you are very thin, right?”

“No.” Ying Jiao picked up the pen again, and smiled: “I’m afraid that the people outside will think I’m deliberately showing off my figure.”

He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “…”

He Zhou weakly pointed at him: “Shut up for me…”

“Also.” Ying Jiao turned the draft book in his hand: “You can go to Jing Ci when you need help understanding something.”

He Zhou: “…”

He Zhou: “Go away!!”

Ying Jiao wanted to say something else when the class bell rang. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the WeChat message on it, refused He Zhou to go out for a walk, pulled out his chair and walked out.

Five minutes later, he took a thermal bowl from the guard and carried it to the second teaching building.

After Jing Ci entered the national team this time, the school did not reward him with money. But he didn’t know where he found a math Olympiad coach, and he started giving him small lessons after the Qingming holiday.

There are no free classrooms in the teaching building, so Jing Ci now spends most of his time in the second teaching building.


When Ying Jiao went in, the coach was not there, and there was only Jing Ci in the room.

Seeing him, Jing Ci immediately greeted him: “Brother, why did you come here?”

“I’ll give you soup to replenish your body.” Ying Jiao put the heat preserving bowl on the table and opened the lid: “I asked my aunt to cook it, and I’ll bring it over after the first evening of self-study every day.”

It’s not impossible for Jing Ci to go home with him for a drink at night, but they study at half past ten and go to bed at eleven o’clock. It must be uncomfortable to have a stomach full of soup before going to bed.

“It’s too troublesome.” Jing Ci was a little embarrassed: “Forget it, I’m in good health.”

“What’s the trouble with this?” Ying Jiao handed him the spoon and motioned for him to drink quickly: “Auntie’s house is near our school, so it would be delivered right away.”

“Also,” Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows to look at him: “Which one of us was sick some time ago?”

Jing Ci was not convinced, and whispered: “Just once…”

“Well, once,” Ying Jiao tapped the back of his hand with a pen, and said lightly, “How many more times do you want?”

“None,” Jing Ci scooped a spoonful of soup, looked up and asked Yingjiao, “Brother, do you want to drink?”

Ying Jiao refused without thinking, and he said meaningfully: “Don’t drink, do you want to suffocate me, or do you not want to get out of bed?”

Jing Ci bowed his head in embarrassment and took a sip of soup without speaking.

Considering that it was just a snack in the evening, there was not much soup in the insulation bowl, so Jing Ci quickly drank it.


Ying Jiao glanced at the time, and while cleaning up, he said, “Then I’m leaving. If there’s still this time tomorrow. Wait for me in the classroom.”

The passing period was too short, and Jing Ci didn’t want him to run around, so he said, “I’ll go to the doorman to get it myself, so you don’t have to make an extra trip.”

Ying Jiao looked down at him with a smile in his eyes: “Baby, do you think I came here to give you just some soup?”

Jing Ci was puzzled.

If not?

Ying Jiao smiled slowly, looked in the corridor, saw no one came, and whispered in his ear, “It’s mainly to see you.”

Jing Ci was startled, and then the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

“Do you still want to get it yourself?”

Jing Ci shook his head slightly.

For the next three months, Ying Jiao would come over to deliver soup every night.

So, thanks to his tonic soup. Before the international competition, Jing Ci’s body and energy were still able to keep up, and he never got sick again, even though his study intensity was getting higher and higher.

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