Shen Qinghe woke up completely, and everything he saw was completely white, and he couldn't tell where he was for a moment.
Before she had time to think about where she was, a voice came from not far away: "She's fine, she just has a low fever."
"Then why did she faint?"
It was Wen Jingjing's voice.
"She simply suffered from low blood sugar and fainted from hunger."
Shen Qinghe hid himself in the snow-white quilt in shame. It was too embarrassing to say such a thing.
There was no sound in the room.
Shen Qinghe struggled, his feet were bare, and he didn't wear shoes for fear of making any noise. He picked up his shoes and walked a few steps.
Suddenly Jiang Yao's voice sounded, as if teasingly: "Where are you running to?"
Turning his eyes, he found Jiang Yao in the corner. His eyes were a little green. He held his chin with his hand and looked at her calmly.
The end of his eyebrows raised slightly, Shen Qinghe put down his shoes, pretended to be dizzy and weak, and said feebly: "Oh, my head hurts, my waist hurts, my butt hurts, my whole body hurts."
He lay back down again, covered himself with quilt, and exposed his eyes to stare at Jiang Yao's every move.
Jiang Yao leaned against the back of his chair, crossed his legs, and played with his mobile phone leisurely.
Shen Qinghe sighed, why can he play with his mobile phone, but where is my mobile phone? After a closer look, it was not his own mobile phone he was holding.
He asked confidently: "Why did you take my phone? Give me my phone back."
"Brother?" Jiang Yao held up his phone to show her. The interface was a chat dialog box with him.
Speaking of this, Shen Qinghe was right: "Yes, I said that night that I would be a good brother and sister."
Jiang Yao's eyes surged, and he leaned close to her, staring at her dimly.
Shen Qinghe's eyes made him feel numb.
The atmosphere was strangely quiet, and Jiang Yao laughed angrily: "I regret it."
After saying that, he straightened up, took a step back, and instantly became calm and composed again.
What does it mean that he regretted it?
The curtain was opened, and Wen Jingjing came in with several boxes of lunch. Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up, he forgot about what had just happened, and stood up with a bang.
The meals are laid out one by one, and the aroma is fragrant.
There was a weak voice next to him, as if he was about to die: "Can you give me a bite of food?"
Shen Qinghe subconsciously threw herself into the arms of the person next to her, wrapping her legs tightly around her waist and burying her head in the crook of his neck. The scent of wood from the shop floor set alarm bells ringing in her heart.
Isn't she hugging Jiang Yao?
He raised his head stiffly and saw Jiang Yao's side face very close at hand. His facial lines were clean and neat, his jawline was tight, and the veins on his neck were looming.
She didn't know how to react for a moment, hanging on him like a koala.
When Jiang Yao saw that she was silent, he turned his head curiously, and something warm and soft touched his face.
When Jiang Yao realized what it was, his eyes became subtle, his throat tightened, and the tips of his ears quietly turned red.
"Click."
Along with the sound, there were flashing lights.
An incoherent voice sounded from behind: "Sister Qinghe, sister Qinghe, I didn't expect, I didn't expect, that you actually have evil thoughts towards me, Brother Jiang..."
Wen Jingjing quickly covered Lu Jinbai's mouth and nose with quick eyes and hands. He was so strong that he couldn't breathe out and his face turned red.
Shen Qinghe blinked his eyes and raised his upper body, his face full of disbelief.
Did she kiss Jiang Yao's face?!
This is obviously his fault!
She jumped off him and hid her head under the quilt. She was too embarrassed to see anyone.
Shen Qinghe was like a silly roe deer, only his head was hidden, and the rest of his body was exposed.
Jiang Yao pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, sat next to her, adjusted the quilt, and tried to get her to reveal her face.
Shen Qinghe's voice, as thin as a mosquito's fly, came from inside the quilt: "This is an accident."
Jiang Yao chuckled in a drawl and said in a very soft voice: "What's the accident?"
Shen Qinghe wrapped most of his face in a quilt and stammered: "I just...kissed...your face just now."
"Oh?" The ending tone rose, unable to hide the smile.
Shen Qinghe endured the shame and explained seriously: "If you don't turn around, you won't kiss me. And it's me who suffers."
"Suffering a loss?"
"right!"
Jiang Yao's tone was casual, his face not red and his heart not beating: "Then I'll kiss you back and you won't suffer any loss."
Shen Qinghe's face turned red, and his ears began to burn. He didn't want to pay attention to this shameless person at all.
Wen Jingjing let go of Lu Jinbai, and Lu Jinbai started to babble: "How long have Sister Qinghe been hiding her thoughts?"
Wen Jingjing hit him on the back of the head and threatened: "Besides, tell me about your fainting."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe got excited and stuck his head out: "Is he dizzy?"
"That's right! When Jiang Yao hugged you, he was too anxious and accidentally caught his hand on the broken glass. Lu Jinbai saw it and fell straight down." Wen Jingjing described yesterday's scene vividly, imitating everything.
Shen Qinghe smiled with crooked eyebrows, his eyes met Jiang Yao's in the air, and he avoided his sight. The heat that had just subsided quietly increased again.
Jiang Yao knew that if he stayed any longer, she wouldn't even be able to eat, so she took Lu Jinbai who was lying on the bed and left.
When the footsteps disappeared, Shen Qinghe put down the quilt and sat in front of the meal. His eyes were distracted and he touched his lips unconsciously.
Wen Jingjing waved her hand in front of her and said meaningfully: "Do you still regard him as your younger brother now?"
"Yeah!" Shen Qinghe was eager to deny it, as if to cover up the strange feeling in her heart.
"Then why are you shy? You just kissed your brother." Wen Jingjing picked up the vegetables and put them into the bowl.
Shen Qinghe lowered his eyes, unable to refute for a moment.
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The department learned about the general situation and decided to ask another hip-hop club president to rehearse the program.
Forced to take some time off, Shen Qinghe lay in the infirmary for a while and left after making sure nothing was serious.
It's getting dark.
The infirmary is located in a remote area, and few people come there. The street lights flicker on and off, making some people seep in.
As soon as she left the door of the infirmary, she saw the group of people who had locked her up in the dance training room squatting beside the wall.
Shen Qinghe didn't want to conflict with them head-on, so he lowered his head and took a detour, walking quickly to a crowded place.
Just as she passed them, several people stood up and followed her slowly.
The slow footsteps behind her made Shen Qinghe's scalp tingle. She didn't dare to look back and could only speed up her pace and walk forward.
My heart seemed to be beating out of my chest, and my brisk walking gradually turned into a trot.
They were about to reach a crowded road when a disdainful laughter came from behind. He suddenly quickened his pace and overtook her, blocking her path and forcing her to walk into the nearby woods.
When she arrived at the grove, several other people also surrounded her.
"You can do it! Report it directly to the department leader, which will cause a lot of punishment for our brothers." The leader walked closer to her.
She subconsciously stepped back, and the person behind pushed her back to the center.
"This is a blind spot for surveillance. Just let us vent your anger and let you go."