Lovely Allergen

Under normal circumstances, when you are misunderstood, you will feel a little angry when you are happy.

But when Song Yu was misunderstood, he showed another emotion, his heartbeat accelerated, and he sent a message to Song Yu to explain while walking. Nan Jia was afraid that he would run into someone else, so she grabbed his elbow and led him away.

[Lele: This is a good thing you did. My lips and tongue were torn, and my lips were crusted, but the wound on the tip of my tongue became an ulcer. ]

After two seconds, he sent another sentence.

[LeLe: It hurts. ]

He felt that he had explained so seriously that Song Yu did not reply, and directly dialed back. Le Zhishi, who was accompanying the doctor, came out of the treatment room and connected Song Yu's phone in the corridor with people coming and going.

Hearing Song Yu's voice, Lezhishi completely forgot his misunderstanding of himself. Song Yu asked him if it hurts, and he said it didn't hurt, as if he had eaten the news that he had just sent.

"Is it cold on your side?" Le Zhishi called the wall, as if he was at a penalty station.

"Ok."

"Then don't get sick, Nan Jia-senpai will be sick." Le Zhishi put his forehead against the wall, "There are so many people in the hospital."

"Did you accompany her to the hospital?" Song Yu's tone changed obviously.

Le Zhishi nodded to the wall, "Yes, we just finished the meeting together, and I just want to take medicine for oral ulcers. I also don't like going to the hospital alone, just like eating hot pot alone. It feels very pitiful. "

"Really?" Song Yu seemed to sigh on the other side of the phone. It was obviously also abrupt, but Lezhishi was as sensitive as a puppy, and he caught it all at once. Before he had time to ask, Song Yu again He opened his mouth and said something irrelevant to the topic just now, "The person who just received said that it will be very cold here at night."

Le Zhishi frowned, "Isn't there heating in the north? Why not turn it on for you?"

"It's not time for unified heating." Song Yu deliberately said again, "The quilt had better be thicker." This kind of slightly willing remark came out of his mouth to be extraordinarily unacceptable.

In a few words, Le Zhishi's heart was picked up, and he asked a lot of questions nervously, caring and caring, as if he didn't know that Song Yu had suffered a terrible illness.

"You can pour hot water into a glass bottle and cover it under the quilt. This will warm you a lot, but you should not burn yourself. Oh no, glass bottle can't be filled with hot water casually. It will explode easily and it will hurt you. The mineral water bottle will be deformed, or you can buy one..."

Song Yu chuckled, and Le Zhishi was stunned. He thought he was funny. It was obvious that Song Yu was so independent, and he taught him how to keep warm like an elder.

"Are you laughing at me?" Lezhishi stared at his toes.

"I'm thinking of you." Song Yu said this time relatively honestly compared to the circumspect beggars before.

"Your body temperature seems to be higher than mine." Song Yu said again, saying the hypothetical premise as true. "If you were lying on my bed at night when I went to bed, it should be better than a thermos or a warm water bottle. It's easy to use."

"Easy to use this term is too pragmatic, senior Song Yu." Le Zhishi's tone was a little unsatisfactory, and even the title was changed.

"That's another way of saying it." Song Yu's deep voice was not cold, with a slight smile, "Scholar, I want to hold you to sleep."

Lezhishi's ears suddenly became a bit hot. I don't know why, the simple name of the senior, the younger brother would also make him ashamed, and he obviously proposed it first.

He was quiet for a few seconds, Song Yu was also quiet, Nan Jia came out of the treatment room and gently closed the door. Le Zhishi quickly said that he was going to hang up, so that he remembered to eat and go to bed earlier.

But Song Yu seemed to be deliberately entangled, and continued to talk, just like a cat who deliberately used his paw to make a fuss because he didn't want his master to play a game.

"Sleep how to do?"

"Can't sleep..." Le Zhishi raised his head and looked at Shang Nanjia's gaze. The other party seemed to laugh at him jokingly, making him a little embarrassed to scratch the end of his hair.

"You can call me if you can't sleep." He lowered his voice and said the words I'm here to coax you.

Song Yu's mischief only then stopped, "Well, go ahead."

After the paw was released, the cat arrogantly turned his back and slowly dangled its tail.

Hanging up the phone, Nan Jia, who was wearing a mask, tweeted lightly, walked up to Le Zhishi with his hands on his back, and deliberately approached him and asked him, "Who are you kidding?"

With a guilty conscience, Le Zhishi stuffed the phone into his pocket and put on the hood on the back of his sweater, "...my cat."

Nan Jia nodded meaningfully, "It turned out to be the cat owner." She patted Le Zhishi on the back and exclaimed, "It's not easy. You will be the owner at a young age."

Le Zhishi slid the zipper up, and dragged Nan Jia's arm downstairs, "Let's go get the medicine, senior sister."

·

The game is indeed not as simple as imagined.

In addition to the time for class and completion of schoolwork, Lezhishi is always supplementing the knowledge of costume design. Although this is only an activity that most people consider to focus on participation, some people even think it is a waste of time, but Lezhishi really wants to carry out.

At noon on Wednesday, they got together again for a meeting. This time Nan Jia told them a lot of information they had collected. For example, the number of models needed for this competition was 30 to 50, and they could only be students from the school. It is not possible to spend money to hire professional models; for example, the garment production process can be made with the help of factories.

These two news are not favorable to them. Models require students in school, which means that people with good foundations need to grab them. Allowing foreign aid to support means that Xu Lin of Xin Chuan College can get the first month from the water.

There is even worse news. One of the invited final judges is a classmate of Xu Lin's mother. The relationship is extraordinary.

"I think we are the cannon fodder in the cannon fodder." After the meeting, a few of them ate together, and on Monday they moved slowly among the crowds with their dinner plates. "Even the models don't know if they can make it together."

Chen Pi took a sip of the hot soy milk he had just bought, "Hey, ask to lower it a little bit. If someone finds a 1.8-meter-long one, we'll find a 175-meter. Isn't it my sister."

Nan Jia had a bad appetite, so she only took a piece of porridge and led them to find an empty long table, "It's okay, don't worry about the model. I am a basketball manager. I have the most hands and feet."

"Wow." Chen Pi said exaggeratedly, "The basketball manager is too cool. When I was a kid, I watched "Slam Dunk" and was so fascinated by Haruko Akagi. Sister, the basketball team must be chasing you."

Le Zhishi just put a piece of watermelon in his mouth, bulging his cheeks and interrupted, "It's not just the basketball team..."

Qu Zhi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "So the elder sister is single now and can accept the pursuit."

She has short gray-blue hair with a simple pony tail behind her head, wearing a black baseball cap, and the shadow of the brim of her hat looks very deep.

"That's right." Le Zhishi didn't taste too many other meanings, nodded, and simply said a rather cruel sentence, "She is so single that I have to go to the doctor with me."

Nan Jia turned her head and glared at Le Zhishi, "So you really don't want to go with me, don't you?" After a while, she deliberately made a suddenly realized expression, "Ah, yes, after all, I am not a cute cat."

Lezhishi almost choked on watermelon and coughed for a long time.

Xiaoqi, who has been very quiet, stared at Le Zhishi and Nan Jia with big eyes, bit the head of her chopsticks, and then whispered, "It turns out that you are not in that kind of relationship."

Nan Jia chuckled, "No, we are as close as brothers and sisters."

Everyone ate while chatting, but Nan Jia’s porridge never ate too much. Lezhi Shi asked her if she would like to eat her own meal. Nan Jia said that she wanted some hot soup, got up and prepared to buy it, but she sat on the opposite side. One step faster than her, she stood up, "Let me go, can rice noodles?" She picked up the meal card on the table. Le Zhishi observed that her fingers were also very long, her skin was very white, and her nails were very short and clean.

"Ah, yes." Nan Jia was a little embarrassed, "Or I will go."

"If you are sick, take more rest." Qu Zhi stepped out of the seat, her eyes were very beautiful, she looked heroic, she didn't speak too much, but she always stared at Nan Jia's face, "Are there any taboos?"

"No." Nan Jia also looked at her.

Lezhishi felt that what he sensed again was very mysterious.

As soon as Quzhi walked away, several people at the law school heard exaggerated laughter not far away. As they approached, when Lezhi raised their heads, it turned out to be the new Xu Lin.

He was still surrounded by the stars Gongyue like when he first met him, but this time he did not wear that exaggerated orange glasses, but wore a very eye-catching red cardigan sweater, and his hairstyle was also very well done. Be particular. Xu Lin almost saw Le Zhishi for the first time, and then walked in this direction with his followers.

"Isn't that the new biography boy?" Chen Pi squinted and took a look. "Do any of you know him?"

"Have a face-to-face encounter." Just as Le Zhishi finished speaking, Xu Lin sat down on their long table.

"Hi, mixed-race sweetheart." Xu Lin put his hands in his pockets, and greeted Lezhishi with an open tone, "I specially looked for the final list of your academy. You really made it, not bad."

His tone is not sincere, but it is not harsh to people with high thresholds like Lezhishi, so he nodded casually, "Yes, how about you."

This rhetorical question suddenly seemed to poke Xu Lin's lung tube, "No, is there something wrong with you? You actually asked me?"

The people behind him also laughed in disbelief.

"This is just a courtesy inquiry." Le Zhishi showed a nice smile and stretched out a hand towards Xu Lin very kindly.

Xu Lin was a little confused by his actions, and even leaned back, "What are you doing?"

Le Zhishi felt that he was stupid, so he grabbed his hand and shook it by himself, "This is also etiquette. I am very happy to be an opponent with you."

Xu Lin began to wonder whether the happiness he said was really happy or courteous. He thought this person was super strange, with a beautiful face and such a good figure. He cleared his throat, "You better be really happy."

He didn't intend to stay here for dinner, so he stood up and looked down at Lezhi with some pride, "Anyway, you will definitely lose miserably."

The other people on the same table were quite unwilling to hear him say such things, but it didn't matter when Lezhi, he felt that being trampled down was the protagonist's treatment.

"But if you regret it and want to be a model, it's okay to come and beg me." Xu Lin looked around a little awkwardly, but when he didn't look at Lezhi, "you should be able to get to my WeChat by just asking."

Le Zhishi couldn't help but laugh.

"why are you laughing!"

"You are very funny." Lezhishi finally stopped laughing, "Really."

Xu Lin walked in a hurry. Turning around, he almost ran into Quzhi who was holding the dinner plate. Quzhi was wearing a pair of Martin boots, almost taller than him, and his aura was also very strong.

"How can the law school look for models to do design? There is something wrong." He cursed in a low voice, and ran away unhappy.

Although Xu Lin’s performance is strange, everyone sitting here knows that he is indeed a strong opponent with strength and resources. It can be said that he is the champion favorite of this game. On Monday, he still said a lot of discouragement, pulling the tangerine peel. Sink.

"My hunch is very good, and it will definitely go smoother later," Le Zhishi said.

But this time, his premonition went wrong again and again.

At six o'clock in the evening, the final theme draw was announced. The notice was very temporary, which conflicted with the elective course of the freshman law school. They can only rush over between classes. The last to go, there is only one sign left. Although it is still random, this feeling is still somewhat unpleasant.

The result of the lottery was Quzhi. Her expression was calm, but she didn't look much happy.

"Rain." She showed the note to others.

"Rain?" Le Zhishi didn't know if this was a good topic. He took the initiative to inquire about the other people in the lottery classroom. This kind of spying on military affairs was by no means pleasing, but because he did it. , Other people also showed him quite easily.

Only then did he know that some courtyards had drawn "sea", and some courtyards were "future." And the New Biography Academy, which they feared, was very fortunate to get the theme of "Millennium" which has its own fashion style and is quite eye-catching.

The people who heard the news fell into a lower creative mood, and they had to go back to the large lecture classroom after the lottery was drawn, until 9:30.

It was eleven o'clock after the shower, Lezhishi sat at the table, turned on the computer, and tried to record some inspiration. Get the theme, he can at least have a general thinking direction.

Once the word rain appeared in his mind, all he imagined were some very concrete scenes, and almost all of them were related to Song Yu. On rainy days when he was carried on his back as a child, the small shop where he sheltered from the rain with him, the transparent umbrella, borrowed him to rely on his back during thunderstorms.

Many emotions breed on rainy days.

Fortunately, the phone turned on and it was a special alert tone. Le Zhishi quickly turned on the phone and saw a message from Song Yu.

[Brother: I was frozen all day outside today. ]

He sent a picture of his frozen red hands.

Le Zhishi's heart was twitched, the people in the dormitory were still playing games in a team, and he immediately called back.

Song Yu's voice was still very stable, telling Lezhi that he was already in the quilt, but he couldn't sleep well.

"Then..." Lezhishi hesitated for about five seconds, "I'll read to you."

Song Yu gave a hum, and said, "If it's the criminal law, then forget it."

"Don't read those." Le Zhishi glanced at the book on the table, felt that there was no suitable option, and then suddenly remembered something, squatted down, and pulled out a box of things he brought from home on his birthday. Inside, I found a very old book with yellow cartoon stickers on the cover.

With some guilty conscience, he left the dormitory with this little book, walked to the end of the corridor, squatted down, turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone and pointed at the diary. There are very few people here and there is no dormitory opposite, so it will not disturb others.

I don't know where the air leaked, Lezhishi's ankle was a little cold, but he felt it was nothing compared to Song Yu's hardship.

"What are you going to read?" Song Yu asked again.

"My diary." Lezhishi turned over a page and found that there was no movement on the other end, feeling unhappy, "Aren't you excited? I brought this from home specially at your request, the third grader. It finally came in handy."

Song Yu smiled, "No, I was just a little surprised."

How could he think that Lezhishi was so serious.

Le Zhishi cleared his throat, and found a short chant, "September 12th, it was rainy. Today I ate a chocolate-flavored ice cream, which my classmate asked me to eat, but my brother said that you can’t eat it casually. Someone gave me something, so I was scared when I ate it."

He read, he wanted to laugh, but he still held back, and continued: "After I secretly finished eating, I waited for him at the door of my brother's classroom to leave school. But when he saw me, he became unhappy and asked me to eat again. What was wrong, how could he know? Later, when I went home and looked in the mirror, I realized that my face was covered with chocolate."

Song Yu also smiled on the other end, with a gentle tone, "Too stupid."

"Don't use your current eyes to talk about a third-grade elementary school student." Le Zhishi argued for himself very seriously, "you don't know anything in the third grade, okay?"

He turned to the next page, which was very short, with only two sentences. He subconsciously read the beginning, "September 13th, the weather is fine..."

Suddenly, Song Yu waited patiently for a few seconds, but still did not wait until the following, and couldn't help asking: "What then?"

"Then," Le Zhishi stared at the crooked line of words, stalked, and said honestly: "I don't want to say."

"Are you trying to make me sleepless all night tonight?" Song Yu asked.

"Okay." Lezhishi was not willing to compromise, with a little bit of anger, which matched the context of this line very well.

"Why do people in TV series have girlfriends? Brother don't have a girlfriend, can't your brother just like me?"

After he finished speaking, he confessed and buried his head on his knees, and the lights in the corridor were all on.

Song Yu laughed softly on the other end, her voice low, but her tone floating, "Yes, a third-grade prophet."