Song Cha, who was lying on the bed reading a book, was stunned, got up from the bed as fast as he could, put on his shoes, put on his clothes, and ran out.

Contrary to Song Cha, Song Xiangran seemed unexpectedly calm this time.

was so calm that Li Xiuqin couldn't believe it.

&;Xiangran, Ah Cha has run down, why don't you move, don't you want to know the result?&;Li Xiuqin felt that she was a little more &;The emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry&;, so she ran to Song Xiangran's bedside and pulled her sleeve.

Song Xiangran was still lying on the bed, without saying a word, and turned over.

&;Xiangran?&;Li Xiuqin felt that something was wrong, and reached out to touch Song Xiangran's forehead, and as soon as her hand touched Song Xiangran's forehead, she was scalded and taken back.

&;Xiangran, you have a fever!&;Li Xiuqin hurriedly dragged Song Xiangran up from the bed and said anxiously, but Song Xiangran's eyes opened slowly, and his lips were bloodless.

It is estimated that he came back from the balcony last night, the wind was too strong, Song Xiangran was wearing less, and the temperature difference was a little big, so he had a fever.

No wonder when he woke up today, Song Xiangran felt that his head was heavy, and his eyes seemed to be unable to open at all.

Therefore, when Li Xiuqin came back, Song Xiangran almost didn't notice it.

&;Xiuqin, what time is it?&;Song Xiangran sat up with difficulty, leaned on the head of the bed, opened his mouth to speak, and felt that his throat was dry and about to smoke, &;Xiuqin, is there any water?&;

As soon as Li Xiuqin heard Song Xiangran's hoarse voice, she also understood that something was wrong, handed Song Xiangran a glass of warm water, and then began to help Song Xiangran find clothes and shoes.

&;Xiangran, let's go to the hospital. Li Xiuqin helped Song Xiangran get dressed and said worriedly.

&;Ah?&;Song Xiangran felt weak in her limbs, and the whole person looked sick, but she suddenly thought that today was the day when the results of the finals came out, so she shook her head, &;I want to see the results of the finals, and I will go to the school clinic to see later. &;

But your whole body is so hot, the result is there, let's go to the hospital first?&; Li Xiuqin reached out and touched Song Xiangran's forehead again.

Just when Song Xiangran and Li Xiuqin were arguing about whether to go to the hospital or the school infirmary, Song Cha pushed the door in.

Seeing Song Xiangran in this appearance, Song Cha was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and touched Song Xiangran's forehead.

&;You have a fever, let's go to the hospital. Song Cha pulled Song Xiangran to leave without saying a word.

&;No, I haven't seen the results yet. Song Xiangran, who was sick, suddenly looked like a stubborn donkey and was a little paranoid.

Song Cha glanced at Li Xiuqin helplessly, and then the two of them pulled Song Xiangran out together.

Rarely, Song Cha took a taxi at the school gate.

After all, the price of taxis is not low, and ordinary students can't afford it, and Song Cha, a thrifty person, doesn't like to take a taxi anymore.

In the taxi, Song Xiangran's whole body was paralyzed in Song Cha's arms, listless.

&;Don't worry, I looked, you are in the top 10, you can definitely represent the school to compete. Song Cha gently patted Song Xiangran's shoulder and comforted her.

That's good. After Song Xiangran finished saying these three words, the whole person lost consciousness and fainted.

When I woke up again, I saw a snow-white ceiling and a strong smell of disinfectant water. Song Xiangran felt that his head was a little dizzy, his eyes swept around his body, and he found that he was wearing a hospital gown.

It's just a fever, why are you still wearing a hospital gown?

Song Xiangran endured the heaviness of his head, propped up his body with his arms, looked around, and found that it seemed to be a single room.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window in the room, and the sky blue curtains are half-drawn, revealing the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

&;Are you awake?&; A very familiar and hoarse male voice sounded in Song Xiangran's ears.

Song Xiangran followed the voice and looked to the side, stunned, but the man took care of himself to stuff a pillow behind Song Xiangran, and then adjusted Song Xiangran to a more comfortable posture.

&;...... Brother Qing Ming?&; Song Xiangran almost suspected that she was dreaming, after all, she had a fever at school, and then she was sent to the hospital by Song Cha and Li Xiuqin, shouldn't it be Song Cha and Li Xiuqin who are here now?

It seems that some days have passed, and a cyan stubble has appeared on Fang Qingming's chin, and his hair has always been shaved regularly, but now it has also grown a little, and the whole person seems to be a little tired.

Song Xiangran couldn't help but wonder if it was herself or Fang Qingming who was sick.

&;Your roommates have something to do, so go back first. Fang Qingming pulled over a chair, sat next to Song Xiangran, naturally picked up an apple from the table, and began to peel the apple skillfully.

As soon as he woke up, Song Xiangran's throat was dry, so he sat on the bed, staring intently at Fang Qingming peeling apples.

Originally, his eyes were on the apple, but unconsciously, Song Xiangran's attention shifted to Fang Qingming's hand peeling the apple. The fingers were articulated and slender, and there were faint scars on the back of the hands, probably from training.

Thanks to Fang Qingming's skillful movements, after a while, the apple was peeled, and the apple skin was intact, Song Xiangran was a little surprised.

Brother Qingming, you are so good, peeling the apple is complete. Song Xiangran showed a tired smile, and then looked at Fang Qingming expectantly, waiting for Fang Qingming to hand him the apple.

But Song Xiangran never expected that Fang Qingming's apple was not peeled for her at all.

I saw Fang Qingming hand the apple peel to Song Xiangran, and said with a smile: "Then you can appreciate it and teach you." &;

Then, Fang Qingming picked up the peeled apple, sat in front of Song Xiangran, and nibbled on it.

Seeing that Song Xiangran had been staring at him, Fang Qingming touched his face and asked strangely: &; Is there anything on my face?&;

Song Xiangran smashed his mouth, shook his head, and said: &; No. &;

Brother Qingming, I want to eat it too. Song Xiangran's throat was dry and astringent, he swallowed his saliva, stared at the apple in Fang Qingming's hand that was about to be eaten, and then looked at Fang Qingming and said.

Those eyes looked at Fang Qingming with pitiful eyes like a deer, Fang Qingming's heart moved, he was stunned, nodded slowly, and then picked up another apple and began to peel it.

It's just that this time, for some reason, Fang Qingming peeled the skin of the apple again and found that it couldn't be completely peeled.

&; Play abnormally, give. Fang Qingming looked down at the apple that was a little ugly, and then handed it to Song Xiangran with a look of indifference.

The fever consumed most of his physical strength, Song Xiangran didn't notice that this apple was uglier than before, nodded, took the apple and nibbled it.

The last time he watched Song Xiangran eat was a while ago, Fang Qingming watched it seriously, Song Xiangran ate seriously, but it was extremely harmonious.