Blame him for being too pretty

Five minutes later, Bo Qiao turned to the last page of homework expressionlessly, silently choking a mouthful of old blood in his throat.

He originally thought that Song Yuhe was trying to scare him. After all, the after-school homework he assigned today, even if he is the first in the class, now he has to go through all kinds of materials in the library, so that he can finish it before tomorrow's class.

What's more, Song Yuhe is not their professional.

The two were sitting in a coffee shop on the side of the road. There were too many people at night, and the coffee shop was full. The clerk put a row of coffee tables with umbrellas in the open space outside.

Bo Qiao took the homework and was silent for a long time.

He originally wanted to catch Song Yuhe's "academic misconduct" such as copying homework or fooling the teacher, so as to give Song Yuhe a strict education class, to ensure that he would directly detour the next time he saw him. run.

——Every student he has taught, seeing him, is like a mouse seeing a cat, wishing to tiptoe against the wall.

Until the beautiful and smooth words on the paper, like a printer, answered all the questions in detail, even if Bao Qiao, who was extremely repulsed by Song Yuhe, couldn't find any faults.

Bo Qiao forced a smile, and said dryly, "It's, it's not bad."

Song Yuhe was looking around curiously while holding a coffee cup, when he heard Bo Qiao's praise, his beautiful eyes rolled: "Thank you, teacher."

Bo Qiao took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair, and took a sip of coffee to suppress her shock.

Fortunately, his "Song Yuhe PTSD" has produced a strong antibody. Looking at Song Yuhe who is cautiously sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick his milk cap, he thought to himself: "I will see you for 5 minutes, and I will see you for an hour. It's too embarrassing to run away in such a hurry for the first time."

Bo Qiao thought of this, put down the coffee cup, and finally took the initiative to look at the boy in front of him for the first time.

Song Yuhe had never had coffee before. He was pinching the spoon to put the top layer of milk cover into his mouth spoon by spoon. There was a drop of water on his pale lips, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to gently roll it.

Bo Qiao frowned.

Song Yuhe's hair is a little long, maybe it's because the weather is too hot, a few strands of hair around his ears are wet with sweat, and they cling to his pale face, making his entire face look weaker.

After eating the milk cap, he imitated Bo Qiao's movement and took a sip of coffee slowly. The strange and unfamiliar taste made him frown slightly, puffed his cheeks before swallowing it.

Bo Qiao looked at his hand holding the coffee cup, the five knuckle fingers seemed to be trembling slightly.

There seemed to be a blush on Song Yuhe's cheeks that smudged to the end of his beautiful eyes, and even his eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water, shining black.

It should be near Qixi Festival, most of the coffee shops are couples, and the decoration and lights also have a little love girl fans.

Looking at the blush on his face, Bao Qiao thought it was from the light, but after turning on the fluorescent lamp on the table, he realized something was wrong.

Song Yuhe's breathing was hot, his cheeks were burning red, and even his eyes seemed to be a little dizzy.

Obviously ill.

Bo Qiao subconsciously slowed down her voice: "Are you sick?"

Song Yuhe's reaction was a bit slow, recalling that 57 also said that he seemed to be sick, he nodded after a while: "Yes."

Bo Qiao felt a headache: "Then why don't you go to the hospital?"

"No need to go, just get over it."

Song Yuhe finally finished drinking the coffee with a strange taste, took out his coat from his school bag, held it and handed it to Bao Qiao, and thanked him: "Thank you for your coat."

Bao Qiao took it with a complicated expression.

After Song Yuhe handed in his homework and delivered his coat, he thought about it carefully and found that there was nothing else to do, so he supported the table and got up: "Then I'll go first."

After such a short period of time, he seemed to have been burned out, and he left dizzy after saying goodbye.

Bo Qiao didn't stop her either.

He wished that this little beauty would take the initiative to leave, and consciously get out of trouble completely, so he ordered another coffee to celebrate.

While waiting for coffee, he was bored and clicked on the page he closed last time to read.

This book "Mechanical Dependency" is cumbersome and boring. Bo Qiao, who couldn't surf the Internet and eat melons, read half of it in his spare time. He planned to finish it today, but he didn't know whether it was because of the noisy surroundings or other reasons, so he couldn't read it at all. go down.

While Bo Qiao was happy that Song Yuhe would not come to pester him anymore, he couldn't help but think of the young man's frail and trembling body, and the scattered melons he ate these days.

"Lu Gaocheng is jealous of Song Yuhe, that's why he came up with the bad idea of ​​live broadcasting "Heart", just to make Song Yuhe embarrassed."

"He grew up in a remote place that didn't even have a star network."

Bo Qiao frowned even tighter.

Even Starnet doesn't know what it is...

He wanted to embarrass Song Yuhe.

Bo Qiao put the book away, stared at the newly served coffee in front of him, and suddenly recalled the way Song Yuhe carefully licked the milk cap just now...

He looked as if he hadn't even had coffee.

With this thought in mind, Bo Qiao looked disheveled, stopped drinking coffee, and walked towards the residence with a blank expression.

forget about it.

As long as the person surnamed Song doesn't bother him.

***

At the gate of Fuenli University, a person surnamed Song was trembling with his arms folded.

57 said anxiously: "You...you let Qin Xian come to you."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that Song Yuhe didn't have an optical brain at all, so he couldn't contact Qin Xian.

Song Yuhe walked a few more difficult steps, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the rows of street lamps gradually twisted into countless circles and circled around him, as if trying to suck him in.

He couldn't walk, so he simply squatted down slowly, letting the cold sweat on his face condense down and drip down his chin on the ground, and he said in a daze, "I'll pass it after I endure it."

Just take it slow.

After a while, it will pass.

Song Yuhe felt his ears start buzzing again, he slowly hugged the bionic man with the watch on his wrist, and unconsciously murmured: "Hug me."

57 seemed to choke, and it took a long time before he said softly, "Yuhe..."

Song Yuhe didn't know if he heard 57's words, he was in a daze, and whimpered like a small animal.

"You hug me."

Ever since the 57 was scrapped, Song Yuhe said this sentence countless times on that remote planet, but he never got any response.

I don't know if it's because the Liuyin stabilizer is old, or because the neural network is damaged, 57 can't transform into a human form at all, and he can't even give him a cold hug.

At this moment, the android began to convulse again.

"I love you.

"Want to hug you."

At this moment, a pair of warm hands suddenly helped Song Yuhe up, slowly wrapping him with a familiar scent of mint.

Song Yuhe was stunned for a while, and when he realized it, he was already limply leaning against someone's arms.

He looked up in a daze.

Bo Qiao didn't know when he came back again. He covered up all the panic in his heart with an indifferent killer face, and said with a frown, "If you are sick, you should treat it well. How can you endure it?"

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly.

Probably because of habit, once Song Yuhe sized him up, Bo Qiao felt trembling in his heart, lest he would recognize him.

He coughed dryly, feeling that the people in his arms were about to burn into a pot of porridge. He looked around and said, "Where is the medical office of your school?"

Song Yuhe just stared at him blankly and didn't answer.

Bo Qiao didn't expect him to answer, so he stopped a student to ask for directions, and then supported Song Yuhe to go.

But Song Yuhe's legs had no strength, and they slid down as soon as he moved. Bo Qiao hesitated again and again, so he had to hug him up with a pale face.

Song Yuhe had probably never been hugged before, and the moment of weightlessness made him use all his strength to firmly grasp Bao Qiao's skirt with his five fingers, and looked at him in panic.

Looking at the cold sweat on his face, even his hair was soaked, Bo Qiao guessed that he must be suffering very much now, so he quickened his pace.

Five minutes later, Bo Qiao opened the door of the medical office with her toes, and put Song Yuhe on the hospital bed.

Tomorrow is the weekend and Qixi Festival again, most of the students have gone out to play, and the medical office is very deserted, Bo Qiao searched around with a sullen face, only to find the school doctor who was wearing earphones and watching the drama.

When the school doctor saw someone coming, he quickly turned off the video and ran out all the way.

Song Yuhe's face was as pale as paper, curled up on the snow-white bed, he didn't know if he fell asleep or passed out.

The school doctor hurriedly took the equipment and checked it hastily: "It's just a fever caused by excessive fatigue. Prescribe a medicine and take it first. If the fever persists tomorrow morning, I have to come back for a review."

Bo Qiao frowned and nodded.

Overtired?

He did hear Bo Huacai mention that the child surnamed Song seemed to be running around and repairing various machines every day for the hundreds of thousands of bionic parts.

When Song Yuhe came to Gryffindor to repair the holographic projector today, his face seemed to be a little ugly.

then……

For his own selfishness, he assigned a bunch of homework to others.

Bo Qiao suddenly fell silent.

The school doctor had already gone to get the medicine. Song Yuhe was lying on the snow-white bed, breathing hot, as if he didn't sleep well, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time.

In a drowsy state, he seemed to dream of a bouquet of roses again. I don't know if it was because of illness, but this time the dream was clearer than usual. Song Yuhe vaguely saw the gorgeous flower bouquet around him.

He hadn't seen any flowers in the country, but for some reason, he could call the name of this flower at a glance.

It's a rose.

Large tracts of roses are woven into a beautiful and dreamy picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of you.

Although the person standing in front of Song Yuhe still couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel that it was a woman.

She said softly, "Let's eat rose cake at night if we like."

Song Yuhe desperately wanted to answer her, but with all his strength, his lips couldn't move. He could only watch the beautiful picture roll up little by little.

In the dream, he suddenly stepped on the ground, Song Yuhe trembled all over, and opened his eyes suddenly.

With the smell of disinfectant in his nostrils, Song Yuhe's heart beat fast, he even felt a tingling pain in his heart, and it took him a long time to wake up.

The ceiling was blindingly white, Song Yuhe sensed that there seemed to be someone beside him, and turned around in confusion.

Bo Qiao was sitting on a chair with his slender legs crossed, looking down at the simulation book in his hand, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Song Yuhe moved. He raised his head and said calmly, "Are you awake?"

Song Yuhe blinked in surprise.

He thought it was a dream that he was hugged by Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao closed the book, and put his warm palm on Song Yuhe's forehead and posted a note: "Well, the fever is gone, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The discomfort that wished him to fall into the mud had disappeared, Song Yuhe sat up with his hands propped up, and shook his head to find that he was no longer dizzy, so he nodded: "It's not uncomfortable anymore."

Only then did Bo Qiao let out a breath of relief quietly, and he handed over the coat he just got, and said, "Put it on, it's already late, I'll take you back."

Song Yuhe's fever subsided, but his body was still a little weak. He obediently put on his coat, looked at the time beside him, and found that it was past twelve o'clock.

He actually slept for three or four hours.

Seeing that Bo Qiao had already left, Song Yuhe hurried to follow, he didn't know how to be polite at all, so he just asked directly if he had doubts.

"Has sir been here with me all this time?"

Bo Qiao paused, pretending to be calm, and glanced at him coldly: "Anyway, I have nothing else to do."

Song Yuhe's small face was still pale, but his out-of-focus eyes had brightened up again. He circled Bo Qiao twice and said, "Thank you sir."

Like a wolf with a big tail, Bo Qiao let out a casual "hmm".

Song Yuhe was even happier.

"If you still have a fever tomorrow, you yourself..."

Before, Bo Qiao wished he could stay as far away from him as possible, but when he remembered that the child's illness was still a small part of his own fault, his guilt and guilt made him choke on what he said later, and replaced it with——

"Tomorrow morning, I will pick you up for reexamination."

He was worried that if he still had a fever tomorrow, this one-brained little beauty would suffer as hard as today.

Tsk, I'm not afraid of burning my brain out.

Song Yuhe nodded: "Okay, okay."

57 said vigilantly: "Why is he cursing you? You will definitely not get sick again tomorrow!"

Song Yuhe was amazed, and felt that 57 seemed to be able to find different points of persecution paranoia every time to get angry.

Bo Qiao sent Song Yuhe to the downstairs of the dormitory, and asked, "Which room do you live in?"

"501."

Bo Qiao wrote it down and began to think about it in his heart.

Tomorrow, I will pick up Song Yuhe and go to the medical office for a checkup. From now on, the two of them will go back to the bridge, and they don't want to have anything to do with each other again.

Song Yuhe didn't know that Bo Qiao was fighting wits with him from the beginning to the end. After saying goodbye to Bo Qiao, he took the elevator back to the dormitory.

As soon as the door was opened, the lights inside were still on.

Lian Yan, who hadn't seen him for a week, came back today.

Lian Yan was chatting with a friend on communication, talking about "bionic man", when he saw Song Yuhe coming back, he showed a fake smile on his face, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

57 said coldly: "I have already said that he has bad intentions."

Song Yuhe was exhausted all over, so he didn't say much, took a shower and climbed into bed to sleep.

As always, he took off the bionic watch on his wrist and put it in the small box beside the bed, closed his eyes and murmured to 57: "Good night."

57: "Sleep."

Song Yuhe had been ill for a while, his spirits were low, and he fell into a deep sleep in almost 3 minutes.

Lian Yan, who was still talking to his friend, glanced back slightly, and his eyes fell on the bionic man next to Song Yuhe's pillow, with a strangely indifferent expression on his face.

***

Song Yuhe had another night of dreams, and vaguely felt that 57 was calling him, but the sound soon disappeared.

Early in the morning, he was still awakened by the sun, his eyes were still open, and his first reaction was to get the bionic man.

But his knuckle-boned fingers skillfully touched the box, but found nothing.

Song Yuhe froze for a moment, opened his sleepy eyes instantly, and looked at his fingertips in confusion.

——The bionic man in the box has disappeared.