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"It has to be you, Yan Bao, for belittling two people in one sentence."

Wang Ge admired, "In terms of your ability to ridicule people, no one can compare with you."

Probably because he accepted Wang Ge's compliment, Gu Panyan did not reply.

It was common for Yanbao not to reply to messages, and Wang Ge had long been accustomed to it. He put his phone back in his pocket, hummed a song, and carried the meal to the school hospital, first delivering the meal to Li Zhimeng.

Why give it to Li Zhimeng first?

Of course, it was because after delivering food to Li Zhimeng, he could use the excuse of "having to deliver food to his roommate" as an excuse to escape.

If it were normal, with his relationship with Li Zhimeng, he could run away at any time without any reason.

But now, he was a little embarrassed facing Li Zhimeng, so he had to find a reason.

It was precisely because he was embarrassed when facing Li Zhimeng that he ran away.

Just giving someone a meal would be enough to make up for his previous misdeeds, but staying by his bedside would be a bit too much.

After all, he and Li Zhimeng were innocent.

……

"sos!"

"Help!"

Li Zhimeng leaned on the hospital bed and anxiously sent a distress signal to Wang Ge.

"Zhizhi, I heard from your roommate that you are sick and haven't eaten yet. I didn't even go to class, so I ran out immediately to buy you food."

In front of the hospital bed, a man with pigtails held a piece of rice and looked at Li Zhimeng with concern, "Come on, Zhizhi, eat it while it's hot. I bought it for you from your favorite canteen." Braised chicken and rice.”

Li Zhimeng: "..."

Without even thinking about it, this news must have been revealed by his roommate Yi Shihui.

Because the braised chicken and rice in the small canteen is Yi Shihui's favorite, she eats it almost every day.

"Thank you, but I already asked someone else to bring it to me..."

After Li Zhimeng said something awkwardly, he turned around and continued to send a distress signal to Wang Ge, "Come and save me, brother!"

It's a pity that Wang Song's cell phone is in his pocket and has been set to mute. It doesn't even vibrate, so he can't see her messages at all.

"It's okay, aren't you hungry? Eat this from me first."

The man with pigtails didn't care and said, "When your food is delivered, I'll help you eat it. I didn't eat anyway."

"no!"

Li Zhi refused without even thinking, "You can't eat my big elbow!"

Probably frightened by Li Zhimeng's sudden tough attitude, the man with pigtails opened his mouth, but for a moment no words came out.

"Uh, that..."

Li Zhimeng coughed twice, "Why don't you take this braised chicken rice back and eat it yourself? I don't really want to eat this right now..."

"You want to eat elbow?"

The man with pigtails seemed to have caught the key word, "Is it the elbow on the second floor of the cafeteria?"

"Uh, probably, probably, maybe, right..."

Li Zhimeng looked around and talked about him, hoping in his heart that Wang Ge would come over quickly.

The man with pigtails immediately put the braised chicken and rice on the table next to him, stood up, and said firmly, "Just wait, I'll buy it for you now."

"Hey, no, I already asked my friend to buy it for me..."

The man waved his hands indifferently, "It's okay, he may not be as fast as me!"

Li Zhimeng: "..."

Is it a matter of who is faster and who is slower?

The man with pigtails ignored Li Zhimeng's dissuasion and was about to run out to buy big elbows, but at this moment the ward door was pushed open.

Li Zhimeng looked out the door hopefully, but unfortunately, the person who came in from the outside was not Wang Ge, but a gentle-looking man with glasses.

"Zhizhi, I heard that you are sick -" Before the gentle-looking man with glasses could finish his sentence, he noticed the man with pigtails in front of Li Zhimeng's hospital bed and the braised chicken and rice placed on the table. He was stunned for a moment, "It turns out someone has already come to deliver it to you."

Before Li Zhimeng could say anything, the man with pigtails looked at the man with glasses with hostility: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The bespectacled man raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the rice in his hand, "Can't you see? Of course I'm here to deliver food to Zhizhi just like you."

The braided man looked at the rice in the glasses man's hand and said with some disdain: "Then you came here in vain, Zhizhi doesn't want to eat the rice you brought."

The man with glasses didn't like the attitude of the man with pigtails. He frowned slightly and asked, "Why?"

The pigtailed man raised his chin and said, "She just wants to eat elbows now. She won't eat the one you brought."

Looking at him like this, it seems that knowing this news is something to be very proud of.

The bespectacled man glanced at the braised chicken and rice on the table, and said with some confusion: "Then she doesn't know how to eat this you brought? Does it make you laugh at fifty steps?"

"You don't care, I'm here first anyway, first come first served, do you understand?"

"...No, you just gave me a meal and you did it on a first-come, first-served basis?"

The man with glasses laughed angrily.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to buy her elbows right away anyway. You'd better go back with your food quickly."

The man with the pigtails rubbed his neck and said loudly.

"Okay, then go buy some elbows."

The man with glasses waved his hand, as if he didn't care about it at all.

The man with the pigtails had just lifted his leg and taken two steps outside, when he suddenly realized what he was doing and asked, "Then what are you doing?"

"Do you still need to ask?" The man with glasses found a seat in the ward and sat down, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm here to accompany Zhizhi."

"you!"

"What am I? Aren't you going to buy elbows? Go quickly. Zhizhi has me here. Don't worry."

The man with glasses adjusted his glasses and said slowly.

The man with the pigtails was a little anxious. He stood there, neither leaving nor staying. Looking at the man with glasses, his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire. He almost yelled at the man with glasses for being despicable and shameless.

The man with glasses ignored the man with pigtails, but looked at Li Zhimeng with concern, "Zhizhi, are you okay? How is your health?"

"It's okay, I just feel like dying."

Li Zhimeng looked helpless.

What a sin.

"Look, it was fine when I came here, but it's like this when you come here."

The man with pigtails began to attack the man with glasses, "She is sick and needs to rest. You should leave quickly and stop annoying her here."

"Aren't you going to buy elbows? Why aren't you going?" The man with glasses sneered, "You are a grown man, you don't break your word, do you?"

The two people were competing here, and Li Zhimeng, who was at the center of the storm, even gave up asking Wang Ge for help. After scolding the roommate who exposed the news of his illness eight hundred times, he simply tilted his head. , his eyes were dull, and he started to pretend to be dead.

Fortunately, before the two men were in a stalemate for long, Wang Ge finally arrived carrying two portions of rice.

Li Zhimeng was almost moved to tears when he saw Wang Ge open the door and walk in.

Savior! You finally came!

Wang Ge, who had just walked in, looked at the man with pigtails, then at the man with glasses, then at the food they brought, and looked at Li Zhimeng in confusion, "What's going on?"

Before Li Zhimeng could speak, the braided man spoke first and looked at Wang Ge with hostility: "Are you here to deliver food to Zhizhi too?"

The man with glasses also looked at him, his eyes slightly serious.

Probably because he felt that with Wang Ge's appearance, if he was also Li Zhimeng's suitor, he should be considered a strong rival.

But it's not a cause for concern, he believes that Zhizhi is not the kind of superficial girl who only cares about appearance.

Wang Ge looked at Li Zhimeng, who was winking and gesturing frantically at him on the hospital bed, and said with some uncertainty: "Should, probably, maybe, right?"