Chapter 7: Colds

Lin Ran's health is not too good, and he is prone to catching colds in winter.

This winter, Lin Ran caught a cold three times.

This time, it was more serious than the first two.

She had a low-grade fever and nasal congestion, which made her feel like she was going to die, and tears kept flowing in her eyes.

She didn't go to dinner that day. She gave the card to Chen Hui and asked her to help bring a bag of yogurt.

As the end of the semester approached, many people didn't go to dinner, and there were more than a dozen people sitting in the classroom, all with their heads down and doing exercises.

Lin Ran felt tired.

Since the first monthly exam, she has not scored so well again.

She didn't care too much either.

Holding a cup of hot water, she stood by the window and pulled the window open a small gap.

The wind outside, it was cool.

Class 18 is on the fifth floor and has a view of the playground.

There are a lot of boys playing basketball on the playground, and there are a few in the same class.

Zhu Chengzhuang also often fights.

But he is not one of the five players in the class of 18.

Towards the end of the term, he never went again.

Half an hour later, the people who had finished eating returned to the classroom one after another, talking, laughing, and bustling.

Lin Ran felt noisy, and his head was buzzing.

"Hey! What to see! ”

Zhu Chengzhuang was one of the early ones to come back, took a cup of hot water and hugged it, leaned against the window, tilted his head to look at Lin Ran.

Lin Ran turned around and also leaned on the windowsill, holding the cup to his chest, and the water in the cup was already cold.

"Didn't see anything." Lin Ran's nasal voice was very strong.

"Why didn't you go to dinner?" Zhu Chengzhuang asked.

"It's uncomfortable." Lin Ran was straightforward. Her throat hurt, and she didn't want to talk much.

"You've been cold for a few days, and you're getting better." Zhu Chengzhuang said softly.

"Hmm." Lin Ran smiled reluctantly, and agreed.

Zhu Chengzhuang was probably tired, so he turned around and sat back in his seat.

No one really cares about themselves, Lin Ran thought to himself.

Suddenly I felt a little sad, and sat back with my head down.

As soon as he sat down and put the cup away, a bag of yogurt was thrown over from the side of his right shoulder, Lin Ran was clever and instinctively looked back.

Zhu Chengzhuang's face wrinkled with laughter, "You are too bold." ”

Lin Ran grabbed the yogurt and put it on Zhu Chengzhuang's table.

"For you." Zhu Chengzhuang threw it back again.

That night, Lin Ran drank two bags of yogurt.

A bag, which is sweet.