"Senpai? Predecessor? Tosaka-senpai? ”

In the steamy, fairyland-like bathroom, looking at someone lying quietly in the bathtub with his eyes closed, only the part above the neck was exposed, Sota exclaimed softly.

"I didn't fall asleep." A faint, slightly hoarse low voice was spit out with the opening and closing of the slightly cracked lips, proving to Kong Tai that the master's consciousness was still there, and he did not go to accompany Zhou Gong.

"Oh?!" Sora was startled, but when she saw someone's abnormally red and sickly face, her surprise turned into worry.

"Senior, are you alright? Look at your face, "It looks like you can't give up treatment anymore!"

"Nothing." The closed eyes slowly opened, and the calm gaze swept Sota from head to toe, and Zuihou landed on the school uniform he held in his hand.

"I'm sorry for you." Shi Chen nodded slightly, but Kong Tai felt that it was overwhelmed, "Just put it next to it." ”

"Is it really nothing?"

Kuta wanted to ask, but Shichen's eyes were closed again, and he told him that it was time for him to go. So, in the end, he didn't say it, just said 'um', and then stepped out and helped him open the door. Rehang the 'In Use' sign.

Driving away Kuta, Shi Chen struggled to get up from the bathtub - accompanied by the sound of 'bang' water, a male body that was enough to make most girls blush and heartbeat appeared in the bathroom.

The muscles are well-proportioned, the torso is slender, there is no trace of fat, and the fair skin wrapped under the school uniform all year round is enough to make most girls ashamed of themselves.

But that's it.

There are no eight-pack abs, no pectoral muscles that are big enough to hold up a bra, and no arms and sexy chest hair comparable to the average person's thighs to look like just a little workout.

However, even this seemingly ordinary, muscles only have one outline of the body, and when he needs it, every muscle can be tensed like hard rock or even steel, and with the breathing and breathing techniques and Bajiquan techniques taught to him by the Celestial Empire master, it is enough to make him comparable to a humanoid Gundam without weapons!

A monster.

It was this body that allowed him to move freely despite a severe cold, albeit with a little more energy and strength.

After grabbing the bath towel, wiping his body from head to toe, and then changing into the clothes that Kuta had brought in, His Excellency the usual Vice President reappeared, though his red face looked a little shy.

Carrying the upper body of the school uniform that had almost become strips of cloth, as well as the plastic bag with a large number of paper towels that he had used to wipe his nose, Shi Chen consciously controlled his steps to make it look as normal as possible, and then opened the door.

"Hiss"

The cool breeze in the living room blew, making him break out in a cold sweat, and his originally red face turned pale.

Throw the plastic bag in the trash, then take a basin of water and put it in the room. Soak the towel, stick it on his forehead, and stuff two paper balls in his nostrils, Shi Chen lay down quietly and closed his eyes.

The rain outside the window was still falling, dripping, making him feel inexplicably lonely in his heart.

I have forgotten whether it was last time or the last time, it was also a cold, and at that time, I was lying in bed like this, but I was not alone.

The senior sister sat on the edge of the bed, and when the towel on his head was hot, she would change it for him. At the same time, he also talked to him from time to time, talking about novels, talking about his character, talking about school things, and talking about some of his own regrets - such as personality, such as breasts, cough cough, the latter kind of words will naturally not be directly said by a pure and arrogant girl like the senior sister, but by Shi Chen's blunt (death), and then he will receive a light tap on the head.

Aunt Gui will also come over from time to time, according to her, that is, "Xiaochen is more like a child at this time"

And now, just by himself, lying silently in bed.

Still, that's a good thing to be thankful for, isn't it? It's good enough for a guy like him, who has never been liked, to have these memories, at least he still has these memories to recall, unlike some people, who don't even have anything worth recalling.

Not knowing Weishenme, he suddenly thought of a few lines of poetry that a certain unknotted operator in his previous life had pieced together in his text:

Boundless falling wood, Xiao Xiao went out of Yangguan in the west, there was no reason for people to rain in the rain, the blood stained the grass and the moon, and the yellow sand ghost guarded the corpse.

The rain drenches the grass with white bones and blood, and the moon is cold and the yellow sand ghosts guard the corpse.

Although his condition is not so bleak, but with the current appearance, the artistic conception or something, at least five or six points, right?

"Asleep? Can I come in? ”

Just as he was thinking this, there was a knock on the door, and then Ren's flirtatious voice came in.

"Come in."

The lights are turned on and the light reappears in the house.

"Oh, which beauty are you thinking about? I'm bleeding from my nose! ”

Pretending to be surprised, knowing that he was trying to prevent the snot from flowing out, Ren said in an exaggerated tone.

Opening his eyes, someone looked at the ceiling with a blank face, and said in a deep, nasal voice, without any heaves and sounds:

"Just to prevent the snot from coming out, what are you doing here?"

"It's so ruthless - it's a shame that I ran outside to buy medicine for you in the big night," Ren held up the bag he was carrying to a height he could see, "so don't you thank you?" ”

“xiexie。” Stunned for a moment, Shi Chen said.

"No, you don't." It's very inadequate-at least in the eyes of Shi Chen-you call me xiexie, and you say no, what kind of trouble are you going to make?! Jen said with a smile.

Then, he put the medicine on the desk, pulled up a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked:

"Do I need to take my medicine now?"

"No need - eating that makes me want to sleep, I want to be awake a little longer."

"Okay." Ren smiled helplessly, "By the way, how much did you say to Kuta?" ”

"What, how much?" Shi Chen didn't know why.

"Huh?" Ren was stunned: "He didn't ask you?" ”

"Ask what?"

"It's nothing," Jen shook his head, "since he didn't ask, forget it - by the way, do you need me to help you change your towel?" ”

"There is labor." Shi Chen closed his eyes again.

"What are you going to do for the summer vacation?"

After putting the towel back on Shi Chen's head, Ren asked about Jihua during his summer vacation.

"What else can I do? Naturally, it's the animation of fate - how's your script going? ”

"I've completed three episodes - but you've been busy with this all summer?"

In order to exercise Ren's scripting ability, Shi Chen asked Ren to write the script of each episode according to his plan after he finished writing it, and after he wrote it, Shi Chen handed it over to the senior scriptwriter who was officially responsible for the script work for evaluation before handing it over to him - of course, among them, Shi Chen inevitably had to give others more benefits.

"If you're not busy, what else can you be busy with?" Shi Chen asked rhetorically: "Anyway, I don't have anything else to do." ”

"Don't you care about that elementary school girl?"

"You're not going to worry about that—or are you going to help me?"

"No, I still have to accompany my girlfriends!"

You damn spot!

Hearing his slightly helpless and ostentatious tone, Shi Chen had an urge to burn him to death, 'Girlfriends', have you thought about the Torch Festival?! Soul light!!

"What-jealous?" Keen as benevolence, he naturally sensed the change in Shi Chen, so he provoked again.

"No, I just want you to curl up in a round ball and get out."

"Ha, that's no joke." Jen shrugged helplessly, "Then I'll leave - remember to take the medicine." ”

"I won't forget!"

"Well, good night."

"Good night."

PS: It seems that the situation has been a little tense recently, Dongtu died in Tiananmen Square, and Neon began to die on that issue again, and next year will be the First Wu Year, do we want to take it easy - in fact, I still hope that Neon will become the fifty-seventh ethnic drop of the Celestial Empire!

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