Hearing the "vicious" curse from the editor-in-charge, Jiang Huo laughed dumbly. She was just about to say something, but there was a busy sound in the receiver of her mobile phone.

The editor in charge, Xiaoyuan, has already hung up Jiang Huo's phone.

The corners of Jiang Huo's mouth twitched, and in his heart, there was a feeling of doubt.

I'm the victim, okay?

Why do I suddenly feel like a bully to a small child?

With the help of the wireless network in the dormitory, Jiang Huo installed the penguin on the newly bought mobile phone, and after logging in to his penguin account, Jiang Huo saw at a glance that in the message bar on the home page, the top avatar was a kawaii anime character.

Clicking on the head picture of Xiaoyuan, Jiang Huo's two thumbs frantically tapped the screen.

[West Lake Huang Ji: Angry? 】

However, the editor-in-charge, Madoka, seemed to ignore Jiang Huo's meaning.

Jiang Huo sent messages several times in a row, but the other party did not respond.

Hiss...... How do I have the feeling that I'm coaxing my girlfriend?

Jiang Huo touched his chin suspiciously, with a strange look on his face.

Jiang Huo, who was in her previous life, coded words at home all day long, and had never been with a female ** at all, and she was a little surprised when she suddenly had this strange feeling.

Jiang Huo lay on the bed and thought for a while, until the other three roommates put down their phones and prepared to turn off the lights to sleep. She suddenly opened her phone, reopened the dialog box, and sent a text to the other party.

[West Lake Huang Ji: It's almost eleven o'clock, I'm going to sleep, and I'm going to attend the freshman conference tomorrow morning, bye-bye. 】

After sending it, Jiang Huo suddenly felt that his heart was much more relaxed.

So Jiang Huo climbed out of bed, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

…………

When Madoka finished taking a shower, wiped her wet hair with a towel, and sat back in front of the computer, she found out that Jiang Huo had sent her a penguin message.

"Hmph, you want to fight me? It's still a little tender. No matter how cunning a fox is, he can't fight a good hunter! ”

Where is the sadness on Madoka's face? On the round face, in addition to cunning and smugness, there is also a trace of shrewdness.

Scrolling the mouse wheel with his right hand, Madoka supported his cheek with his left hand, and muttered strangely: "Hey, the other party said that he was going to attend the freshman conference tomorrow morning?" Is it still a freshman? ”

With doubts, Madoka knocked on the editor-in-chief's penguin.

Although it was late at night, the editor-in-chief was still checking the manuscript in the mailbox at home, and after receiving Madoka's message, he immediately dialed the other party's phone.

"Uh-huh, editor-in-chief, I've added the other party's penguin, and her penguin number is ......"

"Didn't get your friend request? Oh, and I was told that I was already asleep, and that I was going to the freshman meeting early tomorrow morning. ”

"What? Give me? Isn't that good? Isn't she the author of Redmi's men? Why don't you take it yourself? ”

"Huh? The other party even blocked your mobile phone number? It's just ......."

"Okay, okay, the editor-in-chief I know, I'll keep an eye on her and try to get the manuscript in the next two days......"

This phone call lasted more than 30 minutes, and by the time Madoka hung up the phone, it was already twelve o'clock at night.

Looking at the avatar of the yellow chick on the screen, Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a little angry, after listening to the editor-in-chief's narration, Jiang Huo's image, in her eyes, has changed dramatically.

From a god author who writes very well, but there is still room for improvement in character design, he has become a god author who doesn't listen to the editor's dissuasion and will only bury his head alone, and has an extremely bad attitude - a great god author.

Well, in Madoka's eyes, although Jiang Huo has a lot of vices, he writes really well, as long as he communicates with good guidance, it is easy to maintain his current results.

What's more, now that the editor-in-chief has assigned Jiang Huo to Madoka's name, everything in the future will be handled by Madoka.

Madoka's main goal now is to get the manuscript of the new book from Jiang Huo and find out before sending the book.

…………

Following.

Jiang Huo got up early, finished washing, and followed his roommate to the cafeteria with worried eyes and a sleepy-eyed look. This is the first time Jiang Huo has gotten up so early, and on weekdays, she doesn't think of getting up until noon.

A bowl of spicy soup, two fritters, Jiang Huo filled his stomach, and the sleepiness on his face dissipated a little.

"Jiang Huo, why are you so sleepy? We slept at the same time last night. ”

Qian Lei, who was sitting next to Jiang Huo, only ordered a spicy soup, and before she even drank a third of it, Jiang Huo had already solved all the food in front of her.

The point is that after breakfast, Jiang Huo is still half-asleep.

Why did Qian Lei feel so deeply?

That's because Jiang Huo has been putting his head on Qian Lei's arm!

"I don't know, I just feel so sleepy, my eyelids are heavy, my whole body is weak, and I want to sleep...... Yawn. ”

Jiang Huo had already used Qian Lei's arm as a pillow, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around the other party's waist, and the whole person was like a koala, hanging on Qian Lei's body.

"I think Jiang Huo has taken a fancy to you, a rich woman, Qian Lei, you can't run away." Zhao Xuan said to Qian Lei in a mocking tone, in front of her, there was a bowl of chaos.

Sun Jing seemed to see some clues, she stretched out her plain hand, put the back of her hand on Jiang Huo's forehead, and a hot feeling was transmitted in an instant.

"It's not good, she has a fever, and her forehead is so hot......"

Sun Jing immediately withdrew her right hand, and Qian Lei heard the other party's words, and also bent her neck and tried it with her forehead.

Sure enough, Jiang Huo's forehead was ridiculously hot.

"Take her to the infirmary."

Qian Lei put down the spoon in her hand, supported Jiang Huo, and slowly stood up, and the other two did not dare to slack off, supported Jiang Huo's body, and took her to the nearest infirmary of the school.

After some measurement and examination, Jiang Huo's body temperature reached 39 degrees, which was already a symptom of high fever.

The doctor in the infirmary immediately prescribed Jiang Huo a few hanging bottles, and a few minutes later, Jiang Huo was lying on the hospital bed.

"Doctor, why did she suddenly have a fever? How were you doing yesterday? ”

Zhao Xuan sat in front of the doctor and asked eagerly.

"Did you turn on the air conditioner last night? Is her bed by the window? If the guess is right, in her case, it should be blowing the air conditioner, the two beds by the window in the dormitory, are the most prone to cold and fever, and a few days after the start of school, several students have come to me to hang water. The school doctor lowered his head and wrote Jiang Huo's case and answered Zhao Xuan's question over and over again.

"What? Is this still the case? My bed is also by the window, but my head is always facing the door, so there shouldn't be any wind. Zhao Xuan recalled the situation in the dormitory and said to the school doctor.