CH 5

Xia Zhinian: "......"

"?"

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Xia Zhinian sat in his seat, with the protagonist shou Yan Ci smiling at him from the aisle on his left, and the protagonist gong Chu Qingjian frowning at them from his right.

The people in the class also knew the complicated relationship between these people, and they all quieted down and looked over here, creating a weird scene that was hard to describe.

Xia Zhinian was confused inside, glanced at the protagonist gong, then glanced at the protagonist shou, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.

"What?"

Why didn't the two protagonists have a sweet eye contact, but instead looked at him, a cannon fodder villain?

Chu Qingjian tapped Xia Zhinian's desk, "Just right, take these away."

Xia Zhinian: "?"

Wait a minute.

Xia Zhinian's head was a bit muddled, his temples were swollen, he blinked his eyes, picked up his own character setting, and said discontentedly: "No way, Brother Chu this is what I gave you, how can you give it to him!"

Xia Zhinian glared fiercely at his rival Yan Ci.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows without saying a word.

Chu Qingjian's expression was very strange today, and now it was even more indescribable. He couldn't help but say a curse word.

"It has nothing to do with me. You can give it to him directly. You don't have to avoid me."

"?"

Xia Zhinian felt that he didn't hear clearly.

Chu Qingjian looked at him meaningfully and said again: "You were too radical before. I was worried about you for Uncle Xia and Aunt Jiang, but since you have already... been with Yan Ci, you don't have to use me as a shield. Just give it directly."

Xia Zhinian: "?"

The whole class: "!!!"

A sound of inhaling cold air came from the side, and then they found that the whole class was staring at this place with wide eyes, quickly covering their mouths and manually muting themselves.

Chu Qingjian snorted, annoyed, "Like yesterday's umbrella, I don't have a good relationship with the surname Yan, I can't help you transfer it."

Xia Zhinian: "?"

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened, staring at Chu Qingjian with round apricot eyes, a face of confusion, doubting that his ears had a problem.

"Brother Chu what are you talking about?"

What together, what relationship is not good, what transfer?

Brother you calm down calm down, listen to what ghost stuff you are saying!

Chu Qingjian without hesitation, "I'm telling the truth ah, I saw it."

What did you see?!

Xia Zhinian's temples throbbed for a moment, sincerely looked up, and gave back the sentence he had just said to Chu Qingjian, "Brother Chu are you not awake?"

His head was buzzing with pain, his ears were a bit noisy and ringing, he fell into self-doubt, and for a moment forgot to pretend, rubbing his ears and muttering.

"No, there's noise, it can't be that I didn't wake up."

The teenager covered his ears and talked to himself, with a look of doubt about life on his face, two strands of hair on his head sticking up, his eyes round.

Yan Ci looked at him with interest, his mouth slightly raised.

The classroom fell into a strange silence. Chu Qingjian coughed lightly twice. "Didn't you guys hug each other yesterday. Don't worry. I’m familiar with dating. If you have anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me. Considering the ties of our two families, I won’t refuse to help you with this small favor."

There was a sound of gasping in the class.

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Help him? Help him what?

Help him snatch his own little shou?

Xia Zhinian looked dazed. Not to mention that yesterday was a visual error. Even if they really hugged together, how could the protagonist gong be so straightforward and want to help someone else chase his own little shou?

The two protagonists should be ambiguous and affectionate at this point even if there is no gym incident and no punctured through the window paper.

How did it... "not get along well"?

Xia Zhinian felt something was wrong. His head hurt more sharply. He couldn't help but bite his left index finger joint.

Yan Ci paused slightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Classmate Xia, are you feverish? You look pale."

Xia Zhinian's head hurt, his bitten finger also hurt, which meant he wasn't dreaming, but he still felt absurd, nodded his head, "Probably."

Otherwise how could he have hallucinations.

Yan Ci took half a step forward, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

Chu Qingjian leaned back on his chair boldly, nodded and agreed, "Go ahead."

Fuck you... uncle.

Xia Zhinian couldn't help but glance at the protagonist gong who caused him a headache and added fuel to the fire. He clenched his back teeth and said resentfully, "I'll go by myself."

He didn't want to see the two protagonists for now. Xia Zhinian stood up, his eyes blackened, shook his head, and saw the unsent love breakfast in the corner of his eye. He was unhappy and pouted. He grabbed it and left with the breakfast from the back door of the classroom.

Love it or not.

If you don't eat it, he'll eat it himself.

The Chinese teacher came in at the front. Seeing the mess at the back, he told them to go back to their seats and read early.

Yan Ci explained, "Classmate Xia is not feeling well. I'll take him to the infirmary."

Two of the three big "wind and cloud" figures went out. The remaining classmates looked at me and I looked at you. They were all a bit stunned.

Yan Ci didn't find Xia Zhinian on the way to the infirmary.

It was on the small square outside the teaching building.

Xia Zhinian sat on the steps, hugging his knees, behind him was a one-meter-high green belt that covered him tightly. He held the breakfast in his hand and bit it slowly.

There was wind outside. Xia Zhinian's head cleared up a bit as he was blown by the wind. He began to think about things from beginning to end.

He had just crossed over for a few days. Although he had the original owner's memory, the original owner himself had only transferred here for two months.

The original text said that "Xia Zhinian" liked Chu Qingjian, so he hated and provoked Yan Ci. This was confirmed in the original owner's memory.

The two protagonists were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. They often saw each other in school with silent eye contact. They seem to have a tacit understanding. In addition...

Xia Zhinian took out his phone, logged on to the campus forum that made the original owner gnash his teeth with hatred, and glanced at a row of posts-

[School Grass Yan And Overlord Chu Deep Eye Contact - Those Years Of Secretly Loving Each Other]

[School Grass Yan And Overlord Chu Meet Parents - When Will This Unapproved Love Have An End]

[Domineering King Chu Loves Me, School Grass Owes Debt And Tearfully Gets On The King's Bed]

[Cold School Grass Deep Love, Overlord Don't Run, Put Down The Little School Grass In Your Arms!]

...

Some are record posts, some are fanfics, Chu Gong x Yan Shou and Yan Gong x Chu Shou are equally not lacking, there are even mutual attacks... Although a bit exaggerated, but can't stand there are pictures and truth ah.

The frequency of the two people appearing in the same frame is too high, and they are not PS pictures, they are all real shots, it is hard to make people not believe.

And most importantly, if all the posts are fake, and the two have no feelings for each other.

... How is he going to finish the plot and cross back to the original world.

Xia Zhinian's head was dull and painful, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, biting his index finger joint, leaving two rows of deep teeth marks.

A large shadow suddenly covered him from behind, and a clear and pleasant voice sounded, chuckling.

"Classmate Xia didn't go to the infirmary, just to hide here and read fanfics?"

Yan Ci glanced at the phone screen unintentionally, saw a row of shameful titles, his expression did not change at all.

The teenager hugged his legs, one hand propped between his knee and chin, the other hand holding his phone, soft hair draped over his forehead, his expression wilted as he scrolled down, listlessly biting his finger.

The love meal prepared according to Chu Qingjian's appetite on the side was already only an empty bag.

Yan Ci took a step forward. "Get up. I'll take you to the infirmary."

Xia Zhinian was covered by his shadow. He felt a chill on his neck and moved to the side. He said unhappily. "No. If you want to go. Go by yourself."

His head hurt so much that his temples were twitching with pain. He had no energy to deal with the protagonist shou for now.

Yan Ci's mouth curved slightly. He was not annoyed. He said kindly. "Classmate Xia was soaked in rain for so long yesterday. You should go and see a doctor. Last night, you and Classmate Chu were only ten minutes apart. If you had left together. There wouldn't be this illness today."

"...?" Xia Zhinian slowly raised his head. His slender and flexible neck tilted back. He said with difficulty. "You... didn't leave together?"

Yan Ci looked surprised. A small scar like an eyeliner at the corner of his right eye extended out. He smiled. "How could that be? I have a normal relationship with him."

"..."

With the protagonist gong's previous operation as a base. Xia Zhinian didn't feel too surprised. He rubbed his ears and sighed listlessly.

There must be something wrong somewhere.

He had to check again.

Xia Zhinian didn't want to go to the infirmary, but was half-forced by Yan Ci to go there. His temperature was measured at 38.3 degrees.

The doctor suggested that he go to the hospital for an injection, but Xia Zhinian refused. He took a few pills to reduce his fever and lay on the small bed in the inner room for a while.

His face was already burning red, and the tips of his ears were also covered with a faint blush. He closed his eyes and curled up on the small bed. His slightly light-colored hair was soft and drooping. He looked obedient and fragile.

There were only two of them in the inner room. Yan Ci stood by the bed, his eyes sweeping over the teenager's body, falling on his hand casually placed on his side.

The injection that day was a new drug. After taking it, he didn't feel disgusted by Xia Zhinian's touch, and his skin hunger was greatly soothed at that moment.

He wasn't sure if it was the effect of the drug, or... this person's effect.

If it was this person... Yan Ci's ink-black eyes surged with a wave of ripples, a crazy and joyful smile flashed by.

If so, then he had medicine.

A heart-piercing itch surged up to his heart. Yan Ci showed a smile, slowly leaned down, stretched out his hand, and touched the sleeping teenager on the bed.