Xiao Ning is a junior in the art department of University A, and his painting major is the art major that the school focuses on, even if he is in his third year, he still has a lot of courses.

However, at nine o'clock in the morning, she was supposed to sit in the classroom for class.

At this moment, his face was pale, lying on the bed half-dead, his eyes were empty, and he looked miserable that he might drive west at any time.

Suddenly, a knock outside the door broke the silence in the room, and also brought back Xiao Ning's three souls and seven spirits.

Xiao Ning frowned slightly, and didn't get up to open the door immediately, the knocking on the door continued for a while and then stopped.

Just when Xiao Ning thought that the person outside the door had left, the knock on the door sounded again.

Xiao Ning's face darkened, he sat up with his aching stomach and ran out angrily.

As soon as I opened the door of the dormitory, I saw a takeaway brother standing at the door, and asked cutely: "Is it Ms. Xia Ningxi?" Your expedited takeout has arrived. ”

"Takeaway? I didn't order ......" Xiao Ning's words came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly remembered that he participated in the lottery in the live broadcast room ten minutes ago, and it seemed that he did win a "takeaway"?

Carrying the takeaway delivered by the takeaway brother urgently back to the house, Xiao Ning couldn't wait to open the outer package, and saw the familiar sweet soup inside at a glance.

The moment the thermos box was opened, the suppressed sweet fragrance rushed straight to the brain, which was inspiring.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but when I smell this, my little belly, which was originally stuffy, seems to feel a lot better.

Remembering what the anchor said in the live broadcast room before, Xiao Ning hesitated for a moment, but still ran to the other side of the dormitory and patted the bulging bag on the bed.

"An'an, An'an, get up, get up."

The little drum bag moved, and there was a weak complaint: "What are you doing? I finally had to squint a little, and suddenly came and slapped me......"

"What do you see what this is?"

An An got out of the quilt, glanced at the things handed over by Xiao Ning, and twisted his eyebrows: "What is this?" Soup? It smells good, but I don't drink much sweet soup, and I don't have an appetite right now. ”

"This is what I drew from a lottery from an anchor, what is motherwort egg soup, and it is said to cure menstrual cramps. Shall we ...... Try? ”

"Anchor? Lottery? That's not a three-no product, aren't you afraid to eat yourself in the hospital? ”

Xiao Ning was actually a little hesitant, but this menstrual cramp is not a disease, and the pain is really dead and alive.

"Then if I want to drink it, you can drink it again, if there is any problem, you can still help me call an ambulance."

An An frowned when she heard this, pressed Xiao Ning's hand that was about to be retracted, and said weakly: "Don't, I'll come." If something really happens, you fall, and I don't necessarily have the strength to call an ambulance. ”

After An An finished speaking, he didn't care what Xiao Ning's reaction was, and simply scooped up the soup and drank it into his stomach.

Xiao Ning couldn't stop it, and exclaimed: "An An, you ...... You okay? ”

An An smashed his mouth and tasted back: "It's quite delicious." ”

Xiao Ning: "......"

"And I don't know if it's my delusion, after drinking it, I feel a little warm from my throat to my stomach."

“…… So exaggerated? Xiao Ning was a little skeptical.

However, in the next second, she didn't care about thinking so much, because her spicy chicken roommate actually picked up the thermos box and poured it into her mouth with the momentum of blowing on the bottle.

"Hey, leave me some. You beast, let go of my soup! ”