"What's wrong with your voice?"

Liang Lan was keenly aware that Zhu Jiu was a little strange at this moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he looked at it twice, and he felt that this Zhu Jiu was more like a woman. Even the Adam's apple, which was originally obvious, was a little unrecognizable at this time.

However, there are no women's bathrooms and latrines in the academy, and I don't see anything unusual about this Zhu Jiu.

"Ahem" Zhu Yingtai, who has the pseudonym Zhu Jiu, heard this, and quickly coughed twice, and said in a dumb voice: "What's wrong, is there something wrong with my voice?" ”

Liang Lan nodded very honestly, and at the same time did not forget to tease: "It's not just a problem, it's just a problem, I almost thought you were going to be a eunuch." ”

"That's because..... I contracted a chill. "I wish Yingtai a serious way.

"Wind chill? Why do I see that your walking posture is .....? The more Liang Lan looked, the more she felt that something was wrong.

"That's also because of the wind chill."

Zhu Yingtai explained weakly, she quickly changed the topic and asked Liang Lan: "Don't talk about me, why are you here today?" ”

Liang Lan said: "Why, if you come here, I can't be here?" ”

"I ......" Zhu Yingtai was just about to speak. I just saw Caihe coming out of the restaurant in the back.

"Brother Lan," Cai He came to Liang Lan's side happily, saw Zhu Yingtai, who was beautiful and indelibable, and saw him wearing a student's robe, guessing that he should be a son, so he asked: "Hey, Brother Lan, who is this son?"

"Long wishes to my tablemates." Liang Lan replied.

"Surname Zhu?"

Caihe remembered something, his eyes looked at Zhu Yingtai for a long time, and he remembered what he had heard before, Liang Lan looking for Zhu Yingtai.

The so-called no wind and no waves, could it be that this Yingtai is not a girl, referring to the son in front of him?

Could it be that Brother Lan doesn't like women, but ......?

Caihe looked at Liang Lan and Zhu Yingtai with a strange look, looking at the two of them, they didn't look like they were particularly close.

"Hey, what's wrong with the surname Zhu?" Zhu Yingtai is a little strange, could it be that this kid Liang Lan secretly said something bad about me?

"Hehe, someone said that Brother Lan was looking for a girl named Zhu Yingtai." Caihe said with a smile.

"Okay, little girl, why do you tell others everything, and spread rumors!" Liang Lan walked over and patted Caihe's trouble.

"Oops, it hurts, Brother Lan, I'm stupid to be slapped by you." Caihe stuck out his tongue.

"If you know the pain, don't talk nonsense, go, go home." Liang Lan dragged Cai He, said goodbye to Zhu Yingtai, and then slowly disappeared into the depths of the crowd.

"Goodbye, Brother Zhujiu."

"Goodbye, Brother Liang Lan."

.....

Liang Lan walked for a long time, and Zhu Yingtai was still standing there a little dazed, full of questions, how could this guy, he, Liang Lan, know that I am actually a girl?

Why is he looking for me?

The successive events made Zhu Yingtai quite unbearable.

Dizzy, I'm afraid I'm really infected with the cold. Zhu Yingtai paused for a moment and decided to walk towards his residence. Tomorrow, you must prepare well and plan your future precautions, but you must not be bumped into your identity.

Spirit Butterfly, Spirit Butterfly, you should come out early.

Zhu Yingtai prayed sincerely.

.....

When they returned to their residence, Uncle Zhang, Brother Zhan, and they were all there, and when they saw Zhu Yingtai coming back wet, they were all startled: "Childe, why did you look like this, what about the waiter, how could she let you get drenched in the rain!" ”

The old slave stepped forward first, his tone full of concern.

"It's not about the painting, by the way, you guys quickly find someone to pick her up at the Tongfu Inn, I'm too sleepy, go back to the room to rest first." Zhu Yingtai responded in a dumb voice, for fear that he would find some flaws after staying for a long time, so he quickly found an excuse to go back to the house.

"Childe, your voice is hoarse?" The old slave sensed the anomaly.

"It's probably the wind chill, you don't have to worry about it, Uncle Zhang, I'll go to sleep first." Zhu Yingtai hurried back to the room.

I changed my clothes and lay on the bed, dizzy, and soon to fall asleep.

"Knock knock", there was a knock outside the door.

"Childe, you just got drenched in heavy rain and got a wind chill, so you quickly got up and drank this bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold. Later, I will ask the doctor to help you diagnose and treat you and prescribe prescriptions. The old slave said outside the door.

Zhu Yingtai was dumbfounded: "Okay, Uncle Zhang, you can put it first, I'll get it later." ”

"Okay, you rest first, come down early and drink, so as not to get cold later." The old slave said.

"Bang dang", the sound of the soup bowl being placed outside the door, and the footsteps gradually drifted away.

Zhu Yingtai sighed, went down to the door, brought the ginger soup in and drank it, and went back to the bed to lie down.

After a while, I heard a noise outside the corridor, and the waiter led a doctor over and asked at the door, "Childe, the doctor we invited has arrived, can you come in?" ”

"Come in."

Lang Zhong came in and opened the medicine box and walked to the bed to check the pulse.

Although he felt that the pulse of Zhu Gongzi on the bed was a little strange, a little faster than that of ordinary men, he was also well-informed, and men occasionally did this when they were weak, so he quickly skipped this stubble and focused on diagnosing and treating the cold.

"Doctor, how's it going?" Uncle Zhang, who came in later, asked with concern.

"Zhu Gongzi is indeed infected with wind and cold, the cold invades the body, and the bottom of his body is poor, which is why he has such symptoms. The hoarse voice is mostly due to the cold in the throat, and the cold has been stagnant for a long time, making the population unable to speak, and it is even possible. ”

The doctor first sternly admonished.

Seeing the anxious look on the face of the master, he continued: "But when you meet me, these are all right, I will prescribe a few prescriptions, you ......"

Zhu Yingtai didn't listen carefully to everything that followed.

The doctor's words gave her a new plan: it will definitely not work like this. First of all, the voice is unspeakable, the wind chill affects the throat, but if it does not return to normal after a few days, it will inevitably make people suspicious.

If you want to do it, you have to be ruthless with yourself.

Since the doctor said that the wind chill will affect the throat and not be able to speak, it is better to take this opportunity to pretend to be dumb for a while.

Thinking like this, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

......

The vacation time is always so short, it is gone in a couple of days.

Early in the morning, Liang Lan walked towards the academy again with a heavy heart.

He hadn't arrived too early, and there were already many people sitting in the room.

After glancing, Zhu Jiu didn't seem to have come yet. Did that guy take a leave of absence?

The footsteps of "Dengdenden" came from the corridor, and the class bell outside was about to ring, and at the last moment, a figure successfully caught up.

"Whirring ----"

Zhu Jiu came to his seat panting.

"I can't imagine this guy is lazier than me." Liang Lan glanced at him, and saw that the other party was still holding the "Gewu", and finally couldn't help but remind: "Ahem, Brother Zhu, this class is about "Commentary on the Scriptures". ”

Zhu Yingtai glanced back, did not speak, took a pen and wrote a word on the paper, and pushed it in front of Liang Lan.

It's a "thank you" word.

It's just a holiday, and you become so individual?

Liang Lan was a little surprised.

At this moment, I only heard the master on the stage announce: "Everyone, first of all, announce one thing, our Spring Festival Poetry Meeting in Nishan is about to be held, this time it involves going out, you have to prepare early......