The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Shen Jialan: "..."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

It wasn't until the oath was finished that he suddenly remembered that Shen Jialan is still a strong straight man...

He tried to explain.

But before he could open his mouth, Shen Jialan recovered from the shock, and then quickly let go of his clothes as if he was electrocuted, and even took two steps back quickly, as if he was a contagious virus. .

Shen Jialan pointed at him, his expression was tangled, his eyes couldn't say a word, his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally squeezed out a resentful sentence: "You are indeed a homosexual."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

If Shen Jialan knew that he would become gay in the future, and he was still the one below, would he faint on the spot?

Zhuo Qian felt that he was gay from birth and had liked boys for more than 20 years. Maybe this matter was a bit difficult for others to tell, but he had no psychological burden. Now that Shen Jialan said it, he admitted it frankly.

"Yes, I am gay."

Shen Jialan was confused by Zhuo Qian's righteous attitude, this is not something to be proud of, nor is it a compliment to him!

But soon, Shen Jialan remembered another thing, he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Then you to Yan Shuyang..."

Zhuo Qian considered that sooner or later Shen Jialan would know the original owner's thoughts on Yan Shuyang, so he didn't deny it: "I liked it a little before."

At the end, he hurriedly added, "But that was in the past, don't worry, now I only treat Yan Shuyang as an ordinary classmate."

"..."

He rest assured?

Why is he worried!

Whether Zhuo Qian likes Yan Shuyang or not is none of his business!

At this moment, Shen Jialan felt that his three views had been greatly impacted.

It's not that he has never been in contact with homosexuality, but that group is still too far away from his life, and he never thought that homosexuality would appear around him.

No wonder Zhuo Qian used to surround Yan Shuyang like an annoying fly, no matter how Yan Shuyang chased him away, no wonder Zhuo Qian racked his brains to send flowers and gifts to Yan Shuyang, no wonder Zhuo Qian hugged him so big before hostility……

It turned out that Zhuo Qian had such thoughts towards Yan Shuyang!

Shen Jialan didn't know whether Yan Shuyang knew about it, and he didn't care whether Yan Shuyang knew about it. Right now, he was more concerned about another matter.

"No wonder you've been hanging around in front of me recently, so you..." Shen Jialan paused, the rest of the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, he held back for a long time, but blushed.

If it wasn't for the too dim light here, Zhuo Qian could clearly see the redness on Shen Jialan's cheeks spreading to the base of his neck.

Zhuo Qian knew at a glance that Shen Jialan had misunderstood again, he was anxious, he grabbed Shen Jialan and pointed at his hand regardless.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jialan's hand trembled suddenly, and it was pulled away from his palm very quickly in the next second.

Zhuo Qian didn't mind either, he was afraid that Shen Jialan's misunderstanding of him would deepen, he stumbled and explained: "My liking for Yan Shuyang is a thing of the past, and now I don't feel anything about him, I usually take a detour when I see him ,so……"

Shen Jialan interrupted him stiffly: "So the person you like has changed from Yan Shuyang to me?"

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Zhuo Qian: "???"

Zhuo Qian: "!!!"

In just a few seconds, Zhuo Qian's expression changed several times from blank to bewildered, from bewildered to shocked.

In the end, he stared round his eyes in extreme horror, wishing he could put his hands like windshield wipers: "What are you talking about? I'm not! I don't!"

Shen Jialan stared at him fiercely: "You have."

Zhuo Qian vehemently denied it: "I didn't, it's because you thought too much."

"I'm afraid I'm thinking too little." Shen Jialan sneered uncontrollably, the more he thought about it, the more he understood, and he even figured out all the things that he couldn't figure out before, "I thought you approached me to get close to the Shen family behind me, But even if you have a good relationship with the Shen family, what's the use to you? Now I finally understand that you've been targeting me for a long time. "

Zhuo Qian: "..."

He really can't argue with it, it's a bit of a skill for a person to be narcissistic to this extent.

Seeing that Shen Jialan couldn't listen no matter what he said, Zhuo Qian simply stopped talking, kept his mouth shut, and kept silent, intending to wait for Shen Jialan to calm down before explaining.

But soon, he found that Shen Jialan's brows were tightly furrowed, his hands were folded to cover his abdomen, and his face, which was already pale by the dim light, had lost all blood in an instant.

Zhuo Qian realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Shen Jialan whose body was tottering.

Taking a closer look, I saw a thin layer of sweat beads on Shen Jialan's face at some point.

Shen Jialan looked in great pain, he didn't even have the strength to push away Zhuo Qian who was supporting him, his raised right hand only swayed twice in mid-air, and then fell down weakly.

"Shen Jialan, are you alright?" Zhuo Qian was stunned when he supported Shen Jialan, just now Shen Jialan was still alive and kicking, why did he suddenly start to play?

Shen Jialan had no choice but to lean on Zhuo Qian's body, the pain was so painful that she couldn't even stand up straight.

Zhuo Qian was at a loss, and subconsciously wanted to help Shen Jialan back to the banquet hall so that he could ask someone to help him, but then he thought, if he just helped Shen Jialan back like this, wouldn't it just happen to meet Yan Shuyang who was left in the banquet hall?

He managed to seize the opportunity to separate Shen Jialan and Yan Shuyang, and in this way, this opportunity was wasted. When Yan Shuyang took Shen Jialan away, the relationship between the two would naturally go further.

As for him, fetching water from a bamboo basket was in vain...

Thinking of this, Zhuo Qian hesitated, for a moment, he didn't want to bring Shen Jialan back to the banquet hall.

He turned his head to look at Shen Jialan, and found that Shen Jialan was pressing half of his body on him, his sweaty face pressed against his neck, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if unconscious.

It can't go on like this.

Zhuo Qian struggled for a while, but decided to take Shen Jialan back first. Although the task was urgent, he couldn't just leave it alone.

He wanted to help Shen Jialan walk back, but Shen Jialan's consciousness was so confused that it was difficult for him to walk. He dragged Shen Jialan forward two or three meters with difficulty and then he couldn't move.

dead.

Shen Jialan looks thin, why is he so heavy!

Zhuo Qian's face and back were covered with sweat, and he was panting from exhaustion.

The prince who had been on the sidelines couldn't stand it any longer, and sighed: "Usually you don't listen to me when I ask you to exercise more, but now I can't even hold you back."

"Shut up!" Zhuo Qian said angrily, "Don't stand and talk without pain in your back, you are so powerful, you can delay."

The prince snorted, "Of course I'm better than you."

After finishing speaking, he said again, "Put him on your back, and I will help you bear a little weight."

Zhuo Qian almost gave up dragging people, he was skeptical after listening to the prince's words, but he did it after a short rest.

What's amazing is that it didn't take much effort for him to carry Shen Jialan on his back. Even though it wasn't so easy, it ensured that he walked towards the banquet hall with his legs open.

Halfway through, Shen Jialan regained some consciousness and clamored to go down.

Zhuo Qian didn't want to delay, and planned to carry Shen Jialan back to the banquet hall in one go, so he refused.

Shen Jialan began to struggle like a disobedient child.

The two quarreled for a long time, Zhuo Qian lost his footing, and fell into the nearby grass with Shen Jialan on his back.

Zhuo Qian screamed in fright, and fell on Shen Jialan's body with his back to the sky. With Shen Jialan as his flesh pad, he didn't feel much pain from the fall, but he heard Shen Jialan's painful moan in his ear.

"Shen Jialan!" Zhuo Qian got up on hands and feet, turned around and saw Shen Jialan lying on the grass with his eyes closed, "Shen Jialan! Are you okay?!"

Zhuo Qian knew that he was a little heavy, and he was afraid that he would bleed internally from the weak Shen Jialan, so he rushed forward nervously, and gently patted the grass off Shen Jialan's body.

Shen Jialan remained silent, as quiet as a dead man.

Zhuo Qian's heart almost reached his throat, he subconsciously breathed lightly, and then carefully shook Shen Jialan's shoulder: "Shen Jialan? Shen Jialan?"

Shen Jialan remained motionless.

Zhuo Qian felt that his voice was trembling: "Damn it, Shen Jialan, don't you be crushed to death by me?"

With that said, he stretched out his hand, ready to sniff Shen Jialan.

As a result, just as his index finger reached Shen Jialan's crowd, he grabbed Zhuo Qian's wrist with one hand, and threw his hand away with extreme disgust.

Zhuo Qian flinched, trying to suppress the exclamation at least, he quickly withdrew his hand, and met Shen Jialan's eyes that he didn't know when to open.

Shen Jialan's dark eyes were dimly reflected by the light, and his face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. His expression was very cold, and his tone was even colder: "You go, don't worry about me."

Zhuo Qian wanted to leave, but he couldn't really leave Shen Jialan here, so he thought about it and asked, "What's wrong with you? It wasn't like this before."

Shen Jialan didn't take it seriously: "It's just a stomach problem, no one can die."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Brother, stomach trouble is not a serious illness, but it can kill you!

He watched Shen Jialan turn over after finishing speaking, with his back to him, even though Shen Jialan pretended to be relaxed, the clenched fist on his waist still betrayed Shen Jialan's true feelings.

Zhuo Qian stood up and said, "I'll call someone for you."

Unexpectedly, Shen Jialan's reaction was very strong, he turned around almost immediately, and then seemed to be affected by the pain, his whole face suddenly turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "I'll take a break That's all right, don't call anyone, and don't bother me."

Zhuo Qian's expression was serious: "If you have a stomach problem, you need to seek medical treatment in time. You can't get well after just a few rests."

Shen Jialan seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and he couldn't speak for a long time. He pressed his fist firmly on his abdomen, but obviously doing so didn't make him any better.

But he still didn't want to let go, his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Qian, as if he was afraid that Zhuo Qian would turn around and call for someone.

Zhuo Qian looked at the stubbornness and persistence in Shen Jialan's eyes, at this moment, he suddenly understood something.

He remembered that he once had a cold and a fever. At that time, his parents were away to attend his brother's undergraduate graduation ceremony. The school was only less than ten kilometers away from his home, but even though he was so sick that he felt that he was about to die, he didn't care. He dared to call his parents to come back, but was sent to the hospital by the aunt who was cooking, and he didn't let the aunt tell the story.

There is a layer of membrane between him and his parents. If his brother catches a cold and has a fever, his parents will be very distressed, but if the same thing happens to him, it may only make his parents feel troublesome—it was his brother that day. For such an important graduation ceremony, it's fine if he doesn't feel well, why is he still sick?Want to ruin such an important day?

Talking about some things may not necessarily get the desired result, so it is better not to talk about it.

Zhuo Qian squatted down, and regardless of Shen Jialan's resistance, he pulled Shen Jialan's arm to put him on his back.

Shen Jialan was angry and annoyed, but he didn't have the strength to struggle, and even his voice was weak: "I said leave me alone, why are you so meddling in my own business!"

"I can't leave you here. If Yan Shuyang finds out that I have done this later, he must take me off." Zhuo Qian said, "It's fine if you don't want to disturb those people. I remember there is a house nearby. Hospital, I'll take you to the hospital."

He checked the nearby map before. Although the hospital is not big, it is not far away.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Shen Jialan behind him suddenly stopped struggling.

Zhuo Qian quickly picked up Shen Jialan, and with the prince's help, he was much more relaxed.

"Where is the gate?"

Shen Jialan was silent for a few seconds before saying: "Go straight to the right."