Chapter 92 Can’t you live without him?

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 92 Can’t you live without him?

Shen Qing was woken up by Li Xin to have lunch. When she sat up, her head was no longer dizzy.

She shook her head a few times in surprise. She felt very refreshed, a kind of detachment in which even distracting thoughts had been cleared away.

The old Chinese medicine doctor Xie Mingchao found was quite effective. Western medicine would not relieve the fever for a while, but Chinese medicine would go away after a good sleep.

Li Xin took her temperature and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's down to 37. It seems that the medicine is still working."

Shen Qing did not dare to mention Xie Mingchao's visit. If Li Xin found out that he not only came, but also stewed medicine to feed her, she would be so angry that she would demolish Xie Mingchao's home.

"Aunt Xin, I can go back to class in the afternoon."

Shen Qing drank the porridge cooked by Li Xinjing and made a tentative mention.

She really wanted to thank him in person, even though it would be the same tomorrow, but she just wanted to see Xie Mingchao immediately.

Ever since Shen Qing took the medicine and fell asleep, she had been dreaming about his posture when he lowered his eyes to feed her. His usual indifference was gone, his brows and eyes were casual and casual, and she could even clearly feel the gentleness in his movements.

When she woke up, her heart was still beating violently. She seriously suspected that the palpitations were the sequelae of the traditional Chinese medicine.

But it was really hard for her to look away from Xie Mingchao's face.

Shen Qing thinks he is not a fan of Xie Mingchao's girlfriend or mother, but he is a real fan of his face.

I really want to take a sip to see if it is as soft and chewy as cream ice cream.

"Qingqing?" Li Xin's soft call brought her back to her thoughts, "What are you thinking about? Your saliva is about to flow out."

"ah……"

She wiped the corners of her mouth, and it was clean. There were no grains of rice, let alone saliva.

Shen Qing realized that she had been deceived, put down her chopsticks, and glared in annoyance: "Aunt Xin, did you lie to me?"

Li Xin covered her mouth and snickered: "You are really imagining something, right?"

Shen Qing retorted palely: "No."

"You are eating the food in the bowl and still thinking about the food in the pot?" Li Xin suddenly realized, "You think the lunch is too light and you are thinking about big fish and meat? I will cook a big meal for you tomorrow. I will feel sorry for you today."

Unexpectedly, Li Xin found a reason for herself, and Shen Qing responded: "Then I want to eat Sichuan food."

"That won't work. It requires a transition, and you can't directly jump from light to heavy."

At Li Xin's strong request, Shen Qing could only spend the afternoon in her room.

She simply continued drawing comics, and now their work has reached the top spot, and many readers hope to hold an offline sales event.

The social worker trembled with fear when he thought of the huge crowd in front of the table.

What's more, if readers find out that they are a group of high school students, they will all lose their fans.

Shen Qing has been in a state of falling asleep and waking up repeatedly all morning. Now she is very energetic and can draw a chapter in one breath.

When she handed the manuscript to Gong Xiaoxiao, she asked in surprise: "Why are you so diligent today? You don't take your tablet to school, do you?"

"If I have a fever, I will take leave at home. I will draw when I have nothing to do."

"Qingqing, your health is important. There is no need to be so dedicated." Gong Xiaoxiao felt guilty, "I pushed you too hard before and didn't care about your body."

"It's okay. The fever has subsided in the morning. The medicine Xie Mingchao stewed is quite effective."

Gong Xiaoxiao caught the key words, half-smiling but not smiling: "Hey, thank Mingchao and thank Mingchao every day. You can't live without him, right?"

Shen Qing later realized that she always mentioned him. She paused for a few seconds and asked hesitantly: "Did you really say his name all the time?"

"Do you want me to count for you?" Gong Xiaoxiao took out her little notebook, "Since you met him, you have mentioned his name eighty-two times, and the frequency of mentioning it is getting higher and higher. "

Shen Qing's voice weakened: "It's not to the point of saying it every day, so it doesn't seem like much, right?"

Gong Xiaoxiao snorted coldly: "Humph, after all, we were with you every day during the winter vacation, and we didn't hear you talk about him then. Once we left city A, you had to talk about it every day and a half on average."

Shen Qing pulled her hair and said tangledly: "Maybe it's because he is my only connection here, and I have no one else to talk to except him, right?"

Gong Xiaoxiao felt that her words were reasonable and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Shen Qing vowed: "Everything that happened to me must be related to him, so he often appears on my lips."

"You can deceive me, but don't deceive yourself," Gong Xiaoxiao didn't believe her words. As a bystander, he could see more clearly than the authorities. "Qingqing, have you ever thought about why he is always here?"

Shen Qing didn't know why, "Because he is my deskmate."

Gong Xiaoxiao choked, her answer was indeed the truth.

Forget it, apart from her talent in painting, her Qingqing is completely clueless in terms of study and emotions. Let her discover it by herself.

I discovered that Xie Mingchao was different from her and Chen Qian.

Gong Xiaoxiao sighed, but Xie Mingchao's origins were unknown. She had checked his background and it was suspiciously clean.

Such backgrounds often involve unspeakable characters.

The more she looked at Xie Mingchao's face, the more familiar it seemed. She seemed to have seen his features before, but she couldn't remember it no matter how much she thought about it.

"Miss, do you still need to investigate this person?"

The housekeeper handed over Xie Mingchao's information. No matter how many times he checked it, the introduction was still the same.

Gong Xiaoxiao pressed her eyebrows with a headache, "Go on, check all the people named Xie in Kyoto to see if there is any connection."

The housekeeper said: "This kind of project is very large and will take a long time."

"Just check it out."

*

October is the 100th anniversary of the founding of Yunhe No. 1 Middle School. The school leaders have released a list of activities for the school anniversary. Every class in the first and second grades of high school needs to prepare a performance, regardless of type.

As soon as Zhang Jianshan announced the news, Class 9 exploded.

"Why don't senior high school students use it?"

"Maybe it's because they are nervous about their college entrance exams and the school doesn't want them to be affected, right?"

"Then what will our class perform? How about the chorus?"

"Don't make your voice sound scary. I'm afraid the leaders in the audience will have their hearing damaged."

"A chorus is not a solo!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking about it," Zhang Jianshan knocked on the podium, and the audience immediately fell silent, "Let's do this, each of you will write down the type of performance on a piece of paper, and then the monitor will summarize the three highest ones. Let’s do the lottery again.”

Shen Qing was particularly interested in this kind of large-scale event, so she encouraged Xie Mingchao on the side: "Can you write the same thing as me?"

Zhang Jianshan made an eloquent introduction on the stage. Xie Mingchao showed a lack of interest and kept writing the topic. He only raised his eyes when he heard her words. "What do you want to write?"

"Drama."

He tore off the draft paper, wrote two words and handed it to her, commenting by the way: "This topic has a high probability of being elected."

Shen Qing's eyes were full of longing: "That's great. If I am chosen to act in a drama, then I want to watch "Romeo and Juliet"!"

He was slightly startled, "I thought you would like HE."

"It is indeed a tragedy from the perspective of the relationship between the two, but from the perspective of their families, it is a good ending."

"You can clearly see that it is excusable to write a perfect composition."

Shen Qing became proud as soon as he was praised, "They say you can understand it as long as you read those few novels! By the way, how do you feel about the book I lent you?"

It’s the third update today. I was saving my manuscript for 555 two days ago, but I felt unwell and went to the hospital for a day. Although it was nothing serious.
Chapter completed!