Usually, when someone is misunderstood, he or she will feel a little angry.

But being misunderstood by Song Yu, he showed another emotion, his heart beat faster, and he sent a message to Song Yu to explain while walking. Nan Jia was afraid that he would bump into someone else, so she grabbed his clothes by the elbow and led him away.

[Lele: This is a good thing you did. My lips and tongue were broken, and my lips were scabbed, but the wound on the tip of my tongue turned into an ulcer.]

After two seconds, he sent another sentence.

[Lele: It hurts.]

He felt that his explanation was too serious, so Song Yu didn't reply, so he called back directly. Le Zhi, who was accompanying the doctor, came out of the consultation room and answered Song Yu's call in the crowded corridor.

Telephone.

Hearing Song Yu's voice, Le Zhi forgot all about his misunderstanding about him. Song Yu asked him if it hurt, and he said no, as if the message he had just sent had been eaten by him.

"Is it cold over there?" Le Zhishi called while facing the wall, as if he was standing still.

"Um."

"Then don't get sick. Senior Nanjia is sick." Le Zhishi pressed his forehead against the wall, "The hospital is very crowded."

"Did you accompany her to the hospital?" Song Yu's tone changed obviously.

Le Zhishi nodded towards the wall, "Yes, we just finished a meeting together, and I also need to get medicine for oral ulcers. I also don't like going to the hospital alone. It's just like eating hot pot alone. It feels very pitiful.

"

"Really?" Song Yu seemed to sigh on the other end of the phone. It was obviously very abrupt, but Le Zhishi was as agile as a puppy and caught it all at once. Before he could ask, Song Yu asked again

He opened his mouth and said something unrelated to the topic just now, "The person who just received me said that it will be very cold here at night."

Le Zhi frowned and said, "Isn't there heating in the north? Why don't you turn it on?"

"It's not time to provide unified heating yet." Song Yu added deliberately, "It's best if the quilt is thicker." Such slightly promising words came out of his mouth, which was particularly inappropriate.

After just a few words, Le Zhishi's heart began to twitch, and he asked a lot of questions very nervously. He was concerned and concerned, as if he didn't know that Song Yu had already suffered from some serious illness.

"You can pour hot water into a glass bottle, and then cover it in the quilt. This will keep you much warmer, but don't burn yourself. Oh, no, you can't just fill the glass bottle with hot water. It will explode easily and you will be injured.

.The mineral water bottle will deform, why don’t you buy one..."

Song Yu chuckled lightly, and Le Zhishi suddenly froze. He felt that he was funny. Song Yu was obviously so independent, but he still taught him how to keep warm like an elder.

"Are you laughing at me?" Le Zhi stared at his toes.

"I'm thinking of you." Compared to asking for concern before, Song Yu said it more honestly this time.

"Your body temperature seems to be a little higher than mine." Song Yu spoke again, making the premise as if it were true, "If you were lying on my bed at night, it would be warmer than a hot water bottle or a hot water bottle.

Easy to use.”

"The word "easy" is too pragmatic, isn't it, Senior Song Yu?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Le Zhishi's tone, and he even changed his title.

"Then let's put it another way." Song Yu's deep voice was not cold, but contained a faint smile, "Junior, I want to sleep with you in my arms."

Le Zhishi's ears suddenly felt a little hot. He didn't know why, but even such a simple name from a senior and junior would make him embarrassed, even though he was the one who brought it up first.

He was quiet for a few seconds, and Song Yu was also quiet. Nan Jia came out of the consultation room and gently closed the door. Le Zhishi quickly said that he was going to hang up the phone and asked him to remember to eat and go to bed early.

But Song Yu continued to talk as if he was deliberately trying to distract her, just like a cat that didn't want to let its owner play games, so it deliberately pried his hands away with its paws to cause trouble.

"Sleep how to do?"

"Can't sleep..." Le Zhishi raised his head and met Nanjia's gaze. The other person seemed to be laughing at him jokingly, which made him scratch the end of his hair in embarrassment.

"If you can't sleep, you can call me." He lowered his voice and said, "I'm here to comfort you."

Song Yu's mischievous behavior finally subsided, "Well, you go ahead."

After releasing its paws, the cat proudly carried its back and slowly waggled its tail.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Jia, who was wearing a mask, clicked his tongue a few times, walked up to Le Zhishi with his hands behind his back, deliberately approached him and asked him, "Who are you coaxing?"

Le Zhishi guiltily put his phone into his pocket and put on the hood on the back of his sweatshirt, "...my cat."

Nanjia nodded meaningfully, "It turns out to be the cat's owner." She patted Le Zhishi on the back and sighed, "It's really not easy. You have a master at such a young age."

Le Zhishi zipped up the zipper and pulled Nanjia's arm downstairs, "Let's go get the medicine, senior sister."

·

The game is indeed not as simple as imagined.

In addition to taking time to attend classes and complete schoolwork, Le Zhishi has been supplementing his knowledge of fashion design. Although this is just an activity that most people think is important, some people even think it is a waste of time, but Le Zhishi really wants to

Finish.

At noon on Wednesday, they gathered together for another meeting. This time Nanjia told them a lot of information collected. For example, the number of models needed for this competition was thirty to fifty, and they could only be students from the same school.

You cannot spend money to hire professional models; for example, garment production can be done with the help of factories.

Both of these pieces of news are not good for them. The model requires on-campus students, which means that people with good foundation need to be snatched up. Allowing foreign aid support means that Xu Lin from Xinchuan College can get the first-come-first-served position.

There is even worse news. One of the invited judges for the finals is a classmate of Xu Lin's mother, and he has an unusual relationship.

"I feel like we are the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder." After the meeting, several of them had dinner together, and Monday carried the dinner plate and moved slowly among the crowded crowd. "Even the models don't know if they can get it together."

Chen Pi took a sip of the hot soy milk he just bought and said, "Hey, please keep it a little lower. If others are looking for a height of 1.8 meters, we will look for a size of 1.75 meters. Is that right, senior sister?"

Nanjia had a bad appetite, so she only made a portion of porridge and led them to an empty long table. "It's okay. Don't worry about the model. I'm the basketball manager. I have the most long hands and legs."

"Wow." Chen Pi said exaggeratedly, "Basketball Manager is so cool. When I was a kid, I watched "Slam Dunk" and was fascinated by Haruko Akagi. Senior sister, there must be a lot of people chasing you on the basketball team."

Le Zhishi just stuffed a piece of watermelon into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and interrupted, "It's not just the basketball team..."

Quzhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "So senior sister is single now and can accept pursuit."

Her short gray-blue hair was simply tied into a small ponytail on the back of her head, and she wore a black baseball cap. The shadow of the brim made her eyes look deep.

"That's right." Le Zhishi didn't have much other meaning, nodded, and simply said a rather cruel sentence, "She is so single that she wants me to accompany her to see a doctor."

Nanjia turned her head and glared at Le Zhishi, "So you really don't want to accompany me, right?" After a while, she deliberately made a look of realization, "Ah, yes, after all, I am not as cute as a cat."

When I was happy, I almost choked on the watermelon and coughed for a long time.

Xiaoqi, who had always been quiet, stared at Le Zhishi and Nanjia with her big eyes, bit the end of her chopsticks, and suddenly whispered, "So you guys are not in that kind of relationship."

Nan Jia burst out laughing, "No, we are as close as siblings."

Everyone chatted and ate, but Nanjia never ate too much of the porridge. Lezhi asked her if she wanted to eat her own rice. Nanjia said she wanted to drink some hot soup, and got up to buy it, but Quzhi, who was sitting opposite,

She stood up faster than her, "I'll go, can I have rice noodles?" She picked up the meal card on the table. When she was happy, she noticed that her fingers were also very long, her skin was very white, and her nails were trimmed very short.

clean.

"Ah, yes." Nan Jia was a little embarrassed, "How about I go."

"You should get more rest when you are sick." Qu Zhi stepped out of the seat. She had beautiful eyes and a heroic appearance. She didn't express much when she spoke but she always stared at Nan Jia's face. "Are there any taboos?"

"No." Nanjia also looked at her.

When I feel happy, I feel something else, which is very mysterious.

As soon as Qu Zhi left, several people eating at the law school heard exaggerated laughter not far away. As they approached, they looked up when they were happy to know that it was the newly introduced Xu Lin.

He was still surrounded by stars like the first time I saw him, but this time he didn't wear those exaggerated orange glasses, but wore a very eye-catching red cardigan, and his hair style was also very stylish.

Be particular about it. Xu Lin saw Le Zhishi almost immediately, and then led his followers towards this direction.

"Isn't that the guy from Xinchuan?" Chen Pi squinted his eyes and asked, "Do any of you know him?"

"We met." As soon as Le Zhishi finished speaking, Xu Lin sat down at their long table.

"Hi, half-blood sweetheart." Xu Lin put his hands in his pockets and greeted Le Zhi in a flamboyant tone, "I specially looked for the final list of your college and you really made it. It's not bad."

His tone was not sincere, but it was not harsh to someone with a high threshold like Le Zhishi, so he nodded casually, "Yes, what about you."

This rhetorical question seemed to hit Xu Lin's lungs, "No, is there something wrong with you that you actually asked me?"

The people behind him also sneered in disbelief.

"This is just a courtesy inquiry." Le Zhi showed a nice smile and extended a hand to Xu Lin in a very friendly manner.

Xu Lin was a little confused by his action, and even leaned back, "What are you doing?"

Le Zhi felt that he was stupid, so she grabbed his hand and shook it with her, "This is also etiquette. I am very happy to be your opponent."

Xu Lin began to wonder whether he was really happy when he said he was happy or just polite. He thought this person was super weird. He had such a beautiful face and such a good figure for nothing. He cleared his throat and said, "You'd better be really happy."

He didn't intend to stay here to eat, so he stood up and looked down at Le Zhi with some pride, "You will lose miserably anyway."

Others at the same table were not happy to hear him say such words, but Le Zhishi didn't care. He felt that being looked down upon was the treatment of a protagonist.

"But if you regret it and want to be a model, you can come and ask me for help." Xu Lin looked around awkwardly, except for Le Zhishi, "You should be able to get my WeChat account just by asking."

When I was happy, I couldn't help laughing.

"why are you laughing!"

"You are very interesting." Le Zhishi finally stopped laughing, "It's true."

Xu Lin walked in a hurry, and when he turned around, he almost bumped into Qu Zhi, who was holding a dinner plate. Qu Zhi was wearing a pair of Martin boots, almost taller than him, and had a very strong aura.

"Why do law schools only find models for design? There's something wrong with that." He cursed under his breath and ran away unhappy.
To be continued...