The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

After the IV was fully administered, the nursing family doctor pulled out the needle and inserted it into another bottle of drip hanging next to her.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room were covered with a layer of rain and mist, and the transparent and clean raindrops slid down next to each other, and the pattering and vocal music continued.

After the family doctor checked the needle tube, he looked down at Zhou Xing, who had the needle in his hand, was infused with an IV, and was playing games with both hands.

The boss on the opposite side had only a trace of health left, and Zhou Xingpu attacked and killed it, even though he didn't even bother to give one of his skills.

Zhou Xing licked his dry lips, his skin was so hard that his tender tongue felt uncomfortable: "After this game, please pour me a glass of water, thank you."

Taking the water glass, he took a sip out of the gap and put it on the table. The screen flashed red, and his blood volume was about to run out. When he was about to die, he avoided the enemy's damage and used a small skill to forcefully kill the enemy. Fang was exhausted.

The servant at home knocked on the door and came in, telling: "Master, Master Zhu Youpeng is here."

Zhou Xing didn't even raise his head: "Got it, just let him come to me directly. You don't need to tell me, and it's not the first time you've come back."

The servant hesitated to speak, but what she wanted to report was that Zhu Youpeng also brought a classmate with cold eyes.

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xing had already asked someone to come in, and besides, Zhu Youpeng was right behind the servant.

Zhu Youpeng groaned: "Everyone said it's all right, my brother may be so happy to see him that he will recover from his illness."

Zhou Xing's hoarse voice came from the room: "What are you doing standing outside the door? If you don't come in, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhu Youpeng looked back at Yu Jue, whose air pressure was inexplicably low and was about to freeze, and said in relief, "You're welcome to play as your own."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Youpeng entered the room with a bulging schoolbag, sat beside Zhou Xing's bed, and sighed, "You still have the mood to play games."

Zhou Xing raised his eyelids to look at him, just caught a glimpse of Yu Jue who had just entered the door, and was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Zhu Youpeng answered quickly: "Here to supervise your homework."

Zhou Xing looked at Zhu Youpeng coolly: "I don't have to rent a house for three days."

Zhu Youpeng simply shut up, unzipped his schoolbag, and took out what Zhou Xing had ordered.

Several teenagers were in the same room, and there were inevitably some small secrets to tell. The family doctor got up to check the drip needle again, and took the temperature on Zhou Xing's forehead through the antipyretic patch to make sure it was correct, and then went out.

The villain in the game had already been hacked to death, and the game that was supposed to win turned into a headwind game, and he lost miserably.

Zhou Xing quit the game and didn't play any more. He raised his chin and said to Yu Jue, "Sit whatever you want."

Of course, he didn't believe Zhu Youpeng's words, and he didn't rush to ask why.

Yu Jue sat down on a small sofa beside the bed, which happened to be next to the IV drip, very close to Zhou Xing.

That was where the family doctor was sitting just now. The small sofa was originally by the French window, and it was dragged by the family doctor for the convenience of taking care of Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing took a few sips of hot water and casually listened to Zhu Youpeng's speech.

"You guys have a lot of homework today, I was confused, Xue Shen said that he came with me to your house to visit you, and told you about your homework by the way."

Zhou Xing held the porcelain cup with both hands, and the heat flowed into his palm along the wall of the cup. The heating was turned on in the room, and his body was covered with a thick bedding. His exposed fingers were always cold, and now he was relying on the porcelain cup filled with hot water to keep warm.

"Oh……"

Zhou Xing squinted at Yu Jue. Since he entered the door, he hadn't opened his mouth. He raised his lowered eyes only when he realized that Zhou Xing was looking at him.

Even though Yu Jue didn't say anything, Zhou Xing could guess what he was thinking.

Zhu Youpeng is out of mouth, 100% said that he caught a cold a few days ago, he had a fever last night, Yu Jue must have thought of skipping class yesterday, when the two of them skipped class, the wind blew by the beach for several hours, and later he ran to race cars A race car, and after the race, I ate and drank with fellow riders...

These 'evidences' are enough to turn Zhou Xing into a fool.

"You don't have to blame yourself too much." Zhou Xing rubbed his sore eyes, his face was still hot, and the high fever finally subsided this morning, "I was not careful."

After saying this, Yu Jue pursed his lips even tighter, stretched into a straight line, and frowned slightly.

Zhu Youpeng said very understandingly: "Brother, I'll go downstairs and get some fruit."

He ran fast, but the door was still gently closed.

There were only the two of them in the room for a while, and the slight breathing sound was exchanged with each other.

Zhou Xing handed over the porcelain cup in his hand, intentionally breaking the dull atmosphere: "Pour me a glass of water."

When Yu Jue was taking the porcelain cup, he accidentally touched Zhou Xing's cold hand, and he held his hand almost instantly before Zhou Xing withdrew his hand.

"Why is it so cold?"

Unlike Zhou Xing's hand, Yu Jue's hand was very hot, as if tightly wrapped by a fire source, and the cold joints were about to melt.

"I don't know. The one with the heater turned on must have been stretched out for a long time, so it was frozen." Zhou Xing explained helplessly, "I'm a little afraid of the cold, and ice is normal."

Yu Jue tugged at the quilt, stuffed his hands into the warm quilt, and said in a serious tone, "Don't move."

Zhou Xing wanted to lift the quilt as if he had never heard of it, and Yu Jue pressed the corner of the quilt, and the two got closer, the cool and pleasant aura of the other party enveloped him, and his unique aura was in every breath.

"Be obedient." Yu Jue's words were full of helplessness and pampering. He gently touched Zhou Xing's forehead with the antipyretic stickers on it. She slid down and put her hand against his face, feeling the temperature.

Zhou Xing's eyes widened a bit, he didn't expect Yu Jue to poke around and touch his face.

But seeing his serious face, he relaxed and let him touch it.

Zhu Youpeng looked at the time, um, 10 minutes have passed, should we finish talking about the big things?

He picked up the fruit plate and ran upstairs happily. He rushed to the door of the room in one breath and opened the door with a bang.

Without the obstruction of the door, the scene in the room is revealed.

There were new raindrops gathering on the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving trails of rain marks, and the light hit Yu Jue. Because he leaned close to Zhou Xing, he blocked the bright light that should have been reflected on Zhou Xing. Bloody face.

As the distance approached, Yu Jue lowered his eyes to look at Zhou Xing who was forced to look up at each other. The atmosphere between the two was very tentative and ambiguous.

The most deadly thing is that Yu Jue's hand is gently stroking his brother's face!

Zhu Youpeng's eyes were wider than Zhou Xing's. The noise of his intrusion was not small, and the two people in the room turned their heads to look at each other. Their eyes were clearly the same as normal, and he felt a sense of inconceivable subtlety.

Fuck, it's over!

"I'm sorry!!!" Zhu Youpeng bowed ninety degrees suddenly, and his voice was loud and clear, "Excuse me!"

boom!

He closed the door forcefully, and through the door, he was still in shock.

Sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and even his back was sweaty without realizing it, and his heart was beating fast.

Huh, he didn't expect that the two of them had that kind of relationship.

No wonder Xueshen would drag his brother to skip class, and when he heard that he was sick, his face was terribly gloomy, and he insisted on following him to see his brother.

Looking at the situation, his brother definitely didn't want him to worry, so he kept it from him and didn't tell the truth, which led to him coming to Xingshi to question him!

God!He broke in without measure just now, it was really wrong, he should get out at the speed of light.

Alas, I wish my brother well, and don't be dealt with too badly.

Here, Yu Jue let go of his hand, stood up and poured water to Zhou Xing.

Holding the porcelain cup, Zhou Xing looked puzzled, "What happened to him?"

Yu Jue: "I don't know."

After Zhou Xing finished drinking the water, he licked his moist lips. His pale lips were slightly pink, but his face was not as pale as before.

"Help me open the door to see where he went."

Zhu Youpeng squatted outside the door in panic, holding a fruit plate, trying to relieve tension, and kept stuffing fruit into his mouth.

The sweet juice kept stimulating his taste buds, and he panicked even more.

Isn't it very immoral for him to do this, 'do nothing to save his brother'.

The sound insulation effect of Zhou's house is very good. Even if Zhu Youpeng squatted at the door, he couldn't hear a single sound.

Click.

The light beam shone from inside, and the soft light spread all over the floor. Zhu Youpeng stopped chewing and turned his head up.

He met Yu Jue's calm eyes and almost dropped the grape in his mouth.

Zhu Youpeng was startled: "Hi..."

Yu Jue just glanced at him, then turned to Zhou Xing and said, "It's at the door."

When Zhu Youpeng was thinking about whether to run or not, he heard Zhou Xing scolding him: "Zhu Youpeng, are you an idiot? What door are you squatting at? Come in quickly."

Zhu Youpeng rolled his eyes, and met Yu Jue again.

"..." Murderous?

Cowardly, he got up from the ground and shrank his head into the room.

After that, he subconsciously sniffed to see if there was any 'strange smell' in the air.

Zhou Xing said, "Why did you go crazy just now?"

Seeing his composure, Zhu Youpeng decided not to expose him, so he saved some face for him: "I thought you guys haven't finished, haha..."

Zhou Xing was speechless: "Why are you getting more and more stupid? Bring the fruit, and you'll finish it later."

Before Zhu Youpeng came in, Zhou Xing sneezed several times. At this time, his eyes were full of tears, the end of his eyes was red, the tip of his nose was powdery, and his pale lips were even more rosy.

Zhu Youpeng's Adam's apple tightened, and tears almost fell down. He meekly offered the fruit plate with both hands, and wailed in his heart: Eat more, eat more, my brother is so pitiful, what kind of 'bullying' has he experienced.

Fuck idols.

Zhu Youpeng, who was protecting the elder brother, gave Yu Jue a vicious look.

Yu Jue: "?"

For several days in a row, Zhou Xing took leave of absence. By the time he returned to school, it would be already December.

The weather was getting colder. Zhou Xing had recovered from his serious illness. He was wrapped in a lot of clothes, and he wore a turtleneck sweater under his school uniform coat.

When he came out, Zhou Zhao proposed to let him live on campus, but Zhou Xing just thought about it.

Zhou Xing returned to the classroom with hot soy milk and a few steamed buns.

He hadn't written the review for skipping class last time, but he still knew about the rumors about skipping class.

Yu Jue went to the office to 'surrender himself', and he also heard about it.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, Zhou Xing is too lazy to argue with Yu Jue.

Besides, he had been ill for many days, and the top students couldn't say what they wanted to ask, so they could only say words of concern.

During the period of illness, Zhou Xing didn't miss homework every day, because Yu Jue didn't go to his evening self-study every night, so he came to his house to give him tutoring after school.

You come and go, Yu Jue is remembered in the busy Zhou Zhao, let alone the servants at home.

Even Zhu Youpeng behaved strangely, from the indignation at the beginning to the numbness later, Zhou Xing couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, he pried his mouth open and asked, and he bit him to death and said it was all right.

Zhou Xing finished his breakfast in his seat, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a review.

The basic skills of writing the self-criticism over a long period of time are not nothing. Zhou Xing wrote it very quickly, and it only took 10 minutes.

He browsed through it with satisfaction, and was about to hand it over to Deputy Principal Liu's office, but was stopped.

Yu Jue took out the self-criticism that had been shelved a few days ago and asked him, "How do you write the self-criticism?"

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows: "No way, after so many days, you only wrote a few words in the review? You can't write such a simple thing?"

It is understandable, Yu Jue did not write a review, he is different from him.

However, Yu Jue was sometimes told by him, "You can't write such a simple thing".

The corners of Zhou Xing's lips twitched up, imitating Yu Jue's usual tone of speech like a condescension: "Hold the pen, I'll teach you."

Yu Jue is very pleasing to the eye, as if he is at your disposal.

Zhou Xing's vortex deepened, and he began to analyze the structure logically.

Of course, Zhou Xing, who was like a peacock at this time, did not notice the smile flowing through Yu Jue's eyes.

The author has something to say: silly boy, how could he not write