I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 163 163 Are you caring about me?

Sang Yu clutched her chest. Fortunately, she didn't ask Zhou Junhui that sentence, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Duan Jiamu leaned against the door frame and took a look at the little deskmate. Today, the deskmate was wearing a camouflage uniform. The black and green camouflage uniform was worn on the deskmate. The deskmate had white skin and short hair. Short ear-length hair, wearing glasses, looks extraordinarily small, like a doll.

The little deskmate looked at him with everyone just now, when he met the little deskmate's eyes, the little deskmate immediately looked back, not knowing what the little deskmate was thinking.

Duan Jiamu remembered that after sending that message to Sang Yu last night, Sang Yu didn't reply to him.

Maybe the little deskmate was shy because of the last message he sent.

For some reason, the shyer the deskmate was, the more Duan Jiamu wanted to tease her.

Teacher He said to Duan Jiamu, "Student Duan Jiamu, are you here?"

Duan Jiamu lowered his eyes and nodded, Weng Sheng replied: "Yes."

Teacher He: "Then come in for class."

Duan Jiamu nodded slightly, then put one hand in his trouser pocket and strolled towards the seat.

When Duan Jiamu walked in, the girls' eyes widened, and all of them showed admiration, and some girls were already whispering.

"Student Duan Jiamu looks so handsome in military training uniform."

"Yeah, yeah, he's so ruffian and handsome, I love it."

"I'm so lucky to be able to wear the same clothes as Duan Jiamu."

The boys all showed admiration in their eyes. It turned out that it wasn't that the military training uniforms were ugly, but that they were ugly.

Duan Jiamu went to his seat and sat down, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, with one hand on the chair and one leg stretched out into the aisle.

Sang Yu felt that the boy was sitting next to her. She didn't know whether it was because the boy had a cold or because the temperature outside was too high. Sang Yu felt that when the boy sat down today, there was a lot of heat on his body. Come on.

The back of Sang Yu's hand on Duan Jiamu's side felt a little hot.

Sang Yu retracted her hands towards her. At this time, the boy let out a muffled cough softly and sniffed.

Sang Yu's eyes flickered while staring at the writing.

System: [Master Sang Yu, this male number two seems to have a serious cold. 】

Sang Yu pursed his lips slightly, then turned to look at Duan Jiamu.

There was a mass of bruises under the corners of the boy's eyes, and it seemed that he had a serious cold.

Military training will be coming soon. During the military training period, they are basically outside the classroom, usually standing in line for several hours, and there are other events. Duan Jiamu has a cold, and Sang Yu is not sure if he can hold on.

Sang Yu called Duan Jiamu softly, "Student Duan Jiamu..."

Duan Jiamu heard the little deskmate next to him call him, leaning on the back of the chair, sat up slightly, and looked sideways at the little deskmate.

When Duan Jiamu caught a cold, his tonsils would become inflamed, and his voice would become hoarse.

Duan Jiamu coughed, and responded hoarsely, "Huh?"

When Sang Yu heard Duan Jiamu's hmm at this time, it was a little heavy, as if he was weak, and seeing Duan Jiamu's bloodshot and red corneas, his heart suddenly tightened.

Sang Yu pursed his lips slightly, and then whispered to Duan Jiamu, "I heard Mr. He said that you have a cold, are you okay?"

Duan Jiamu looked at the tablemate with flat eyes, perhaps because he was afraid that Teacher He would hear them talking. The voice of the tablemate was very soft, soft and soft like a feather, which could be heard in his heart The face was numb for a while.

Duan Jiamu retracted the hand that was resting on the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Sang Yu with his beautiful Ruifeng eyes drooping slightly.

It was only at this time that Duan Jiamu noticed that there was still some transparent glue stuck to the legs of the spectacle frame of the little deskmate.

The legs of the glasses were broken and glued back together, which destroyed the original balance. At this time, Sang Yu's glasses frame was high on one side and low on the other. Although it was not obvious, it was hard to see if you didn't look carefully, but Duan Jiamu was very close to Sang Yu. An imbalance was found.

Duan Jiamu remembered that Sang Yu's family didn't seem to have found Sang Yu's father except her mother.

Sang Yu's mother works in a supermarket, and the salary in the supermarket is meager. Sang Yu seems to be living in poverty.

For some reason, when Duan Jiamu thought of Sang Yu's hard life from childhood to adulthood, he felt a little bored in his heart.

Sang Yu found that after she asked this question to Duan Jiamu, Duan Jiamu kept staring at her and didn't answer her.

Sang Yu suddenly realized that Duan Jiamu might have seen her spectacle frame, so he was stunned. Sang Yu put his hand on the place where the tape was stuck and covered it, so Duan Jiamu's eyes moved.

The little deskmate seemed to be bewildered, and looked extraordinarily obedient.

Duan Jiamu withdrew his eyes, coughed in a muffled voice, and answered the question Sang Yu asked just now, "Not good."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sang Yu stared at Duan Jiamu, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Duan Jiamu dragged his tune, and said in a somewhat solemn tone: "Fever."

Because Duan Jiamu's voice was a little hoarse and his voice was deep, and the pronunciation of the last burning character was not very standard, and Sang Yu's raised tongue became a flat tongue.Burning characters, Sang Yu directly heard it as Sao characters.

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sangyu?He let out a sound, and then repeated Duan Jiamu's words, "Fire?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

The brain circuit of this little deskmate was so clear that he didn't know what to say.

The corners of Duan Jiamu's mouth curled up slightly, then he looked into Sang Yu's eyes, and reminded in a toned tone: "It's not fuss, it's a fever. What are you thinking?"

Sang Yu: "...?"

Damn, if you don't make it clear yourself, you blame others for thinking about it.

But Sang Yu still felt a little embarrassed when she heard Duan Jiamu say that.

Sang Yu gently forced out a smile, and said, "Oh, I see, you have a fever, not a fit of fuss."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu laughed angrily.

The corner of Sang Yu's mouth twitched slightly again, and said, "Then why don't you ask Mr. He for leave today? You'll have to go outside during the military training, and you might have to stand for a day, and your body won't be able to bear it."

When Duan Jiamu heard Sang Yu's softness, he felt very relieved. His head, which was suffering from a cold, was not as heavy as it was just now.

The corners of Duan Jiamu's mouth curled up, and he looked at Sang Yu with lowered eyes, "Student Sang Yu, I can understand that you are caring about me?"

Sang Yu: "...?"

(End of this chapter)