The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

Within a moment of the chaotic dream, Huawen was pulled into the system space and truly woke up.

[Master Instructor?How are you feeling? 】

Huawen rubbed his head with a headache: "It's not good...how could I faint?"

[Have you forgotten what happened before?After returning to the villa, you first asked someone to send the paintings to the school, and you came back to prepare to clean up the studio. At that time, you already had a fever, and when you leaned on the second floor, you lost consciousness and fell off the railing...]

"Lost consciousness before falling?" Hua Wen frowned, "Are you sure? This is not a good thing."

【Yes, no matter how I call you, you are not awake, and even your soul has fallen into a deep sleep," the system said seriously, 【It should not be the reason of this body, but something wrong with your real body. 】

Huawen hurriedly asked the system to scan his mental power. There was no serious problem for the time being, and it was within the normal consumption range, but he couldn't explain why he suddenly lost consciousness.

"Well, maybe I'm really old," Huawen sighed and sat down on the ground and stretched his waist. "The average professional life expectancy of a soul instructor is only 70 years old. After that, the mental strength drops to the level of ordinary people. I will not come to this position."

[You have only 30 years of service, and there is still a long time to go, please rest assured, I can give you a full body checkup after all the tasks are completed. 】

"Let's talk about it later, where am I now? The hospital? Who sent me here?"

[Long Long, the son of luck, he broke in through the window and rescued you. It was as if a god descended. I have to admit that he was indeed very handsome at that moment. 】

The picture text can't laugh or cry: "Don't tease me, Long Long is really here... It seems that I still can't escape the fate of meeting the son of luck..."

Although he said so on the lips, why did he have a long-awaited feeling in his heart?

The hazy white light in front of his eyes suddenly enlarged, and when he opened his eyes, there was a vast expanse of whiteness. A black figure was sitting on the chair by the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed.

Hua Wen quietly turned his head to look at this person, with long black hair hanging down, his head propped on his bony and slender hands, the sunlight from outside the window came in, slipped down from his tall nose bridge, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were closed tightly like A perfect plaster statue.

Why do you say plaster, mainly because this guy is too white.

Maybe it's because I often work indoors and don't see much light for a long time, so my skin is unbelievably fair. Even the slightly black eyes, the slightly blue stubble on the chin, and the band-aid on the cheeks can't resist the almost fast Sex-ambiguous beauty.

"Wow...system system! Is this the son of luck or the daughter of luck? Hahaha, it's too easy to be misunderstood!"

[…] The system just wants to say that you two are the same.

Huawen also wanted to lean sideways to look at Sleeping Beauty's prosperous beauty, but unexpectedly, these eyes opened suddenly, and met Huawen's eyes without blinking.

"........."

The air froze for a while, and Huawen didn't know if he had been caught peeking, so he could only look back at him with innocent eyes, and then said in a daze, "Who... are you?"

The owner of those captivating eyes paused for a moment, hiding the strangeness in the depths, and said with a smirk: "It's pretty good, didn't you peek at it for a long time? Don't tell me, that look in your eyes It's slandering my face."

When the picture text was seen through, he smiled embarrassedly: "Brother Long, why are you here?"

The tone was as if the hospital was his home, and Long Long became annoyed when he heard it: "I won't come, do you want to be found out because your house stinks!"

Huawen stopped talking, and buried the lower half of his face under the quilt, revealing a pair of pitiful eyes, staring at him wrongedly.

Long Long is used to swearing at people, and he would blurt out any unpleasant words. Now that he was stared at by this eye, he realized in his heart that the other party is now a patient with a fever, and he shouldn't do this.

The atmosphere froze again, Long Long's face was cold, and he was flustered, whether Ah Wen would be disappointed and sad, the dragon he had always admired was such a virtue.

"Sorry……"

"Feel sorry……"

The two apologized in unison, and looked at each other again, and they could see the urgency in each other's eyes, gradually dispelling the embarrassment.

No matter how good friends you can chat online, there will always be an adaptation period when you meet offline. Long Long skipped this embarrassing adaptation period by directly revealing his nature.

"Brother Long, your mouth is still as poisonous as ever." Hua Wen buried himself in the quilt and laughed, his eyes curled up like a snickering cat, "but I'm no longer poisonous."

Long Long snorted softly: "That's good, I'll call the doctor to show you."

"Wait a minute, you are also infusion, waiting for you together," Huawen turned sideways slightly, "What happened to me yesterday? Brother Long, do you know?"

As soon as Long Long mentioned this, his hands shook. He thought that this person had stumbled and fell from the second floor, and the more he thought about it, the more flustered he became.

"Are you ashamed to ask?! It's not convenient to go up to the second floor. I don't know how to buy non-slip mats and soft rubber mats at home. This time my right leg suffered. Which leg can I do for you next time!"

"Why are you so unaware of safety! Can you lean on the railings on the second floor at will? Next time you fall down, you'll just hit your head on the ground! You'll save yourself a trip to the hospital!"

It was still the familiar stalking formula, and Huawen accepted it with peace of mind. He knew that Long Long had such a character, and the more impatient he was, the more ruthless he was in admonishing others.

The nurse who came in to make the rounds couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled out Long Long's needle with a cold face: "How can you say that about a patient! Are you really his friend?"

Long Long endured the pain in the back of his hand. It was rare for someone to say that he couldn't turn back. He stood awkwardly on the side and didn't speak. He was almost aggrieved.

Huawen hurriedly smoothed things over: "He sent me here overnight, otherwise I might really have to lie down for several days, Brother Long, how did you find out?"

"Your live broadcast room was not completely closed, and no one answered your calls, so you came here when you felt something was wrong... Why did you hand over your live broadcast room to that idiot... Someone else is doing it, just close it!" Long Long took advantage of the situation and endured it. I can't help but start teaching people.

Hua Wen nodded without paying much attention, and looked at Long Long seriously, his eyes sparkling brightly: "So, Brother Long, you came here overnight from City Y?"

"Well... um... the last flight I took, I almost missed it..." Long Long turned his head uncomfortably and whispered, he didn't dare to think that if he didn't catch up, Huawen would definitely lie down on the icy ground for a while night.

The more he thought about it, the tighter his heart became. Long Long stood up as if he was uncomfortable sitting on a stool, leaving a sentence "I'll go buy something to eat" and left the ward in a hurry.

The nurse was taking the temperature of the painting, looked puzzled at Long Long who disappeared at the door, and sighed "strange".

Huawen asked: "What's wrong?"

"That friend of yours is really weird. He didn't go anywhere before you woke up. He insisted on guarding you and staying by your side for the infusion. Now he ran away when you woke up."

"Really?" Huawen was startled, and also looked at the door of the ward, "There are always 'strange' people in this world, and they get along better than 'not weird' people."

The nurse didn't understand: "He already said that about you, what's the difference from cursing your father to bring a filial son!"

Huawen smiled with relief: "This is him. The more you say it, the more you can't believe it. It's the same as deliberately annoying you to attract attention. It's out of character, so you say it unconsciously."

"That's quite interesting, it makes people angry and want to laugh." The nurse echoed, and finished the infusion needle for Huawen.

Huawen thought to himself, this is indeed the case. This son of luck really made him helpless. He didn't plan to get close but met by accident.

Up to now, it is best to maintain a certain alienated relationship, which is good for everyone and will not get too deep.

After Huawen made up his mind, he decided to let Long Long return to City Y, and he could ask a nurse to take care of him.

That night, as soon as Huawen said this, Long Long who was clumsily peeling apples at the side paused, almost peeling off his fingers.

"You... don't want to see me so much?" Long Long said sullenly with his back turned to the painting.

"Of course not! Brother Long, I am very grateful to you, but you have to go back and take charge of the overall situation." Huawen grabbed Long Long's clothes, "The World of Roti will be updated soon, right? What can we do without you?" ?”

"Can't I take a break for another issue? I have the final say on my comics!" Long Long broke Huawen's hand away angrily, and walked to the window sill, obviously not wanting to listen to Huawen's speech.

Huawen didn't expect him to be so childish: "Brother Long, it was my fault this time. If you ask for leave for me again, I can't help..." He couldn't hold the paintbrush for a short time like this.

"I have the final say on my studio." Long Long turned his head and gave him an unquestionable look. "I want to give my employees a vacation and give myself a vacation. Do you have any opinions?"

"...No, but I have a bad conscience..."

"Why are you so uneasy! Don't think about it!" Long Long suddenly became agitated, his ears turned red, "It's not your fault...it's my fault! I...I can't draw without you, okay!"

At this moment, he was stunned by the picture text, and when he looked up, Long Long's ears hidden between the long hair, the tips of the exposed ears seemed to be roasted.

"Why?" Huawen asked blankly, "Am I really the reference prototype of Longying's later period? The mascot of the studio?"

"No... can't it?" Long Long concealed his bewilderment, took a bite of the apple that was supposed to be given to the picture, and chewed like a mule for half a minute without swallowing it.

Huawen covered his head and sighed: "Then I'm really guilty. I wanted to contribute to the studio, but I didn't expect that I couldn't help you with anything, and it also delayed your inspiration."

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Long Long couldn't hear the teasing in the tone of the painting, and said in a deep thought: "Actually... I can also paint in the ward, but the progress is slow. I have taken this vacation, and it will be next month. Before I come, I have plenty of time to take care of you and paint."

"You...you want to take care of me?" Huawen hurriedly shook his head, "Brother Long, I really don't need it! If you don't want to go back, you can visit our city H. There are nurses and nurses here at the hospital..."

"I'm not worried," Long Long interrupted him directly, walked over very seriously, straightened the collar of his hospital gown, made it fit perfectly, and looked down at him with a confident smile, "That's it. .”

Picture text: "..."

Can he say no?Asking a person with a level nine disability to take care of the patient, Huawen felt a little guilty, fearing that he would be "sent away" by the son of luck before the task in this world was completed.