Looking at the figure of Qi Jinying, he had already been buried in the students.

An Qiuji slapped away Fan Jiuyan's sworn hand, and then became extremely serious.

"Come to the infirmary. He said, and then took the lead and left.

Fan Jiuyan also frowned and kept up.

After An Qiuji hung up the lock at will, he waited for Fan Jiuyan to come in, took the door shut, and locked it.

"You..." Fan Jiuyan didn't expect what this meant, and was frightened by his eyes.

"Yesterday Helian described the situation to me, and I went to see him. ”

An Qiuji paused, his eyebrows kept locking, as if he was afraid of missing something.

"So, the tranquilizers I made didn't work. I do not know... This can..."

"It doesn't matter. Fan Jiuyan interrupted him.

Pretending to be relaxed, he patted him on the shoulder, "Do your best, no need to blame yourself." ”

An Qiuji took out a transparent tube with a row of brown pills inside.

He stuffed it into the hands of Fan Jiuyan, "Suppress it for a while, but it is not worth a lifetime." ”

"Zhu Chaoran's situation is not optimistic, he will either lift your chassis, or he will no longer have the power of C. ”

An Qiuji withdrew his hand and put it back in his pocket, and the fabric in his pocket was clenched tightly by him.

Fan Jiuyan's inky blue eyes suppressed something, and the cold light flashed, staring coldly at the pills in the tube without saying a word.

After a period of silence, Fan Jiuyan stared at the pill and never looked at An Qiuji again.

And An Qiuji's gaze was locked on the window frame.

"So, Dr. An must have a way. ”

Fan Jiuyan asked, and An Qiuji's gaze immediately withdrew from the window frame.

It's not a question, it's an affirmation, so An Qiuji bit his lip, way...

That kind of way, how can it be called a way...

"Speak with me. Fan Jiuyan's voice was a little colder.

The smell of disinfectant water throughout the infirmary seemed to freeze.

An Qiuji's lowered eyes were full of forbearance.

His flaxen hair was tossed by the wind, but he let it be messy.

"I'm just a medicine grabber, except for a cold and fever, I'm other..."

"Tell me. ”

Fan Jiuyan interrupted directly, and he didn't want to listen to any superfluous words and explanations, he just needed to say a way.

Seeing that he was silent, his eyes dodged.

Fan Jiuyan directly stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, and his dark blue eyes were like a tough knife.

"You're going to disobey me. ”

Fanjiu's words seemed to be in the intonation between his teeth.

Gently, with the slight narrowing of his eyes, he looked extremely indifferent.

"As you, it seems that I am disobeying you, but as a friend, I am not disobedient. ”

An Qiuji didn't struggle, just calmly struggled to express this sentence.

The little leader's hands had been heavy, and he was already feeling his breathlessness.

Fan Jiuyan let go of his hand, and he took a few steps back.

There was a thoughtful expression on his face, and then his dark blue eyes glanced at him, and then straightened the collar of An Qiuji.

"Is it possible to replace it with blood?" he asked.

An Qiuji's face changed greatly, "Absolutely not, are you crazy?"

"What are you calling me?" Fan Jiuyan frowned.

"The first... Chieftain. ”

An Qiuji also took a vampire saluting posture and immediately put his hand on his chest.

"It's good to know. Fan Jiuyan nodded, put the pill in his pocket, and happened to hear a knock on the door outside.

"Cheer up, a student is coming. Lowering his voice and admonishing, Fan Jiuyan walked to the window and climbed out.

An Qiuji sighed, after he unlocked the lock, he watched a pale student being helped in, and hurriedly held on.

"Is it serious, Teacher An?" the student who accompanied her asked cautiously when he saw An Qiuji's gloomy expression.

"Hmm... Oh no, it's just hypoglycemia. ”

When An Qiuji grabbed the notebook and wrote the prescription, his brows did not stretch.

Little chief, you are still so bent on going your own way, like you took us ten years ago, and still I can't say a word "no"...

An Qiuji looked at the gloomy sky, his brows tightened, and he held the medicine scale absentmindedly.

Is it a delusion... Why does Zhu Chaoran look like he has been tricked, he has been premeditated, waiting for something...

(Rainy Z City)

"Mr. Yi. An elderly man bowed respectfully to a junior.

"Hmm. Yi Ruohan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Is there something wrong?"

Not daring to look up at his green eyes, the man quickly turned sideways, and behind him were fine wine and tea.

"This is for you..."

"Oh? well, not anymore. Yi Ruohan waved his hand and told him to step back.

Slender fingers hold the coffee cup, the rich coffee inside steaming.

He leaned over to the cup and sniffed it gently, and sure enough, it was extremely rich.

The drizzling rain seems to be dancing the elegant Swan Lake.

Yi Ruohan listened quietly, his eyes slightly closed, and his fingers beating the beat, in fact, this was not the reason for him to enjoy.

He looked at the dogs who were busy running errands for him, and went to talk about work before the umbrella was ready, so embarrassed.

He pursed his lips and laughed quietly.

Happiness is always based on pain, and in any case, it is the source of his daily happiness.

Yi Ruohan set the cup, but the brewed coffee was still not qualified, and there was no latte art.

And every morning in the tofu brain, there is excess leek.

Like someone, he rubbed his eyebrows, she wasn't there, and her ears were much clearer.

Pray for gold, pray for gold...

You're really like my little padded jacket, warm and sweet, but... It's like a summer padded jacket.

Superfluous very. It's a lot of trouble.

I threw my padded jacket on the street, but I forgot that she still smelled of me.

Yi Ruohan yawned, it's time to go and see this little padded jacket, at least to sew and mend it.

Still, it's okay. Yi Ruohan rubbed the handle of the cup, which still had Yi's gilded logo on it, and carefully placed the cup on the windowsill.

Immerse yourself in a high-volume Swan Lake tune...

"It's really beautiful..."Listening to the crackling rain, Yi Ruohan muttered, he just said it to himself.

"Everything happened the way I expected... It's not bad..."

Fingers lightly beat the beat, thunder, electricity, wind roar, rain, are all accompanied by him, this is his unique audio-visual feast.

Unconsciously glancing at the decorations on the wooden shelf, Yi Ruohan immediately took it and looked at the small silver spoon.

"Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival! These are mooncakes given by the aunt downstairs. ”

"I don't eat this. ”

"Have you tasted it, Master!"

"Don't make a fuss. ”

"Good horn... Then I'll eat it, this spoon is beautiful, give it to Master, there is a moon on it..."

Yi Ruohan's brow immediately furrowed, looking at the full moon on the handle of the spoon.

He gritted his teeth, pinched the spoon in his fingers, and saw on the windowsill the man who had just been waiting for the bus to give gifts.

A sharp dart-like weapon pierced the man's neck directly, and there was an uproar below...

This Swan Lake song, finally has reverberation, and the effect is good...