I like you as my student

Chapter 5 Cold is really nothing

After Cheng Xiaoming washed up, he drank a glass of warm water, then looked at the porridge Jun Yinmo brought, and finally chose oatmeal porridge.

He really doesn't like preserved egg and lean pork porridge.Jun Yinmo saw it and silently remembered it.

With something stuffed in my stomach, the pain didn't hurt so much, Cheng Xiaoming asked, "How do you know I have a cold?"

"Didn't you call me? Ask me to ask for leave for you, and said to bring you some food..."

Cheng Xiaoming picked up the phone and looked at it. The most recent call log was indeed Jun Yinmo, but didn't he call Chen Yao?

Oh my god, it's [-]:[-] now, class is already in session!He still has two classes this morning!

Hurry up and call Chen Yao. Fortunately, the answer is quick, and it doesn't seem to be in class. "Chen Yao, I have a stomachache and a cold. I can't go to class this morning. Please help me to see it."

"Yeah, I see, I've already taken the medicine, I'll be fine if I take a rest, I guess it's because I've been too tired recently."

"Well, okay, I'll keep an eye out."

After making the phone call and solving the class problem, Cheng Xiaoming continued to drink porridge, while Jun Yinmo was muttering, how could he still remember the class when he was so sick?Is this a super academic?

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet, I don't eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, you can eat it!" Cheng Xiaoming said at this time as if he remembered that there was another person in front of him, this superior attitude of charity.

Jun Yinmo: "..."

Cheng Xiaoming ignored him, and after taking it by himself, he went to find stomach medicine and took ibuprofen to reduce the fever, and brought a bag of bitter antiviral granules, his face wrinkled from the bitterness.

"..."

His ability to take care of himself is actually not bad, but why is he so sick?Jun Yinmo sat and watched, feeling that the people in front of him could not understand.

Cheng Xiaoming tossed himself, and then lay comfortably on the sofa. Seeing that Jun Yinmo was still there, he asked curiously, "Why are you still here? Don't you have to go to class?"

amount……

Does this person have self-awareness as a patient?The sick need to be taken care of, although he does not take care of him here.

Seeing that Jun Yinmo didn't answer, Cheng Xiaoming continued: "Oh, forget it, in your freshman class, except for the attendance test, you can take it or not."

Jun Yinmo could only nod along, and didn't refute why you called to ask for leave if you didn't go to class, but it didn't matter if I didn't go to class?

The two met for the fourth time, and they were not very close friends. They just sat and stared at each other like this. Cheng Xiaoming's face was flushed with fever, and he was a little dizzy, so he wanted to go back to bed and lie down again.

He raised his eyes, looked at Jun Yinmo from the corner of his eyes, and was about to speak, when the other party shyly said: "Senior, I don't seem to know your name..."

"..."

Cheng Xiaoming recalled every encounter in the past, it seems that he did not tell him his name, he couldn't help laughing, this is oolong.

"My name is Cheng Xiaoming. The journey is the same as the dawn, and the bright mirror is not the same as the stage." After that, without waiting for Jun Yinmo's reaction, he got up and stretched, lazily said: "I'll go again Sleep for a while, you can do whatever you want, if you have nothing to do, cook me a meal at noon, if not, there is a takeaway phone on the coffee table, remember to call one for me..."

amount……

Looking at the person who was walking towards the bedroom without a formality, his gait was frivolous, his movements were enchanting, why was he still so charming when he was sick?

And in Jun Yinmo's mind, his nondescript self-introduction is still echoing, and the bright mirror is not the light of the stage...

Check the time, the teacher won't roll the roll this morning, so Jun Yinmo simply went to Cheng Xiaoming's study to find a book to read.

Cheng Xiaoming's collection of books is very rich, including "□□", "Longyang Yishi", "Appreciation of Flowers", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Zi Gao Biography", "Dong Xian Biography"...

Famous works include "Love in the Time of Cholera", "Gone with the Wind", "Red and Black", "Resurrection"...

There are even popular romance novels nowadays...

economics, law...

medical, psychological...

Especially in medicine, various internal medicine and surgery, various branches, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign...

The last time Jun Yinmo didn't pay attention to Cheng Xiaoming's collection of books because of his leg injury and because he was concerned about Cheng Xiaoming's emotions, but now he was terrified when he saw it.

Can a college student read so many books?A college student brings so many books to school?Even a studious medical student cannot have so many professional books...

Jun Yinmo randomly picked out a surgical book to read, opened the first page, there was Cheng Xiaoming's vigorous signature, and there were scattered notes, and then turned back, as if he had already attended the class, the notes were very neat, It shows that the owner is a very rigorous and serious person.

Jun Yinmo looked through other professional books again, and took notes carefully...

The psychology books are also a bit old, and it is obvious that Cheng Xiaoming also likes this field very much.

Dazzled by so many professional books, Jun Yinmo finally couldn't help but pull out his most curious "Longyang Yishi".

"Crack!" Jun Yinmo quickly closed the book, but his face was still red. Men and men... can also... this... and then that?

Seeing that the time was still early, Jun Yinmo finally suppressed his curiosity and found a popular book to read. This time he finally returned to the normal world, and he was determined.

At eleven o'clock, Jun Yinmo put down his book and went to make lunch for Cheng Xiaoming, but looking at the overly empty refrigerator, Jun Yinmo held his forehead.If he knew Cheng Xiaoming better, he would definitely lift him out of bed and beat him up.

There is an eggplant, a carrot, a potato, two green peppers, two tomatoes, and an egg in the refrigerator.And these things seem to have been stored for a long time, if they were not still frozen, he would doubt whether they could eat them.

In the end, Jun Yinmo exerted all his kitchen talents and finally fried a braised eggplant, a serving of green pepper potato shreds and carrot shreds, and boiled a tomato and egg soup...

When Cheng Xiaoming was caught out of the quilt, his eyes hadn't opened much, but his face had returned to normal color. Jun Yinmo pulled him and tried forehead to forehead, and the fever had subsided.

"How do you feel now?" Jun Yinmo asked in a low voice as he sat down on a chair in the dining room, who was only wearing a nightgown and showed a large chest.

"It's much better, I'm hungry too, and I'll probably be fine tomorrow." Cheng Xiaoming raised his head and said to Jun Yinmo, scratching his messy sleeping hair with his hands.

Just looking at the thin and pale face, the sleepy eyes, and the dry lips due to lack of water, why does he have the urge to kiss him?Jun Yinmo withdrew his hand on Cheng Xiaoming's shoulder in a concealed manner, and changed the subject: "Then you have a good rest, I will buy some food for you after the experiment in the afternoon, and I will eat dinner at home when I am sick, and I will give you dinner Do."

"Huh? So good! You don't know that I'm most afraid of eating outside. I basically ate in the cafeteria for the past month, which made my stomach hurt. Then I'll wait for you at night!" Cheng Xiaoming said very wittily and mischievously. Blinking slowly, how come the more you look at it, the more charming it is?Jun Yinmo finally didn't dare to get too close to him, walked to the other side of the table and started eating.

"The craftsmanship is good! It's not easy to make that kind of dish that is about to go bad!" Cheng Xiaoming commented while eating, his appetite was so good that he didn't look like a sick person at all.

Jun Yinmo complained silently in his heart, you also know that your food is about to go bad!

"What do you want to eat in the afternoon? I'll go shopping."

"Whatever, just light." Cheng Xiaoming nodded while eating until his mouth was full, not caring about his image at all.However, with him like this, Jun Yinmo actually thought it was pretty good, he was casual and uninhibited, unlike him, who was taught such etiquette.

Speaking of blandness, Jun Yinmo still remembered that when they were at Cheng Xiaoming's house last time, the two of them ate a pot of steaming dry pot beef. Compared to that, everything was really bland.

After eating two bowls of rice, Cheng Xiaoming touched Yuanyuan's stomach and put down the bowl, and sighed with satisfaction: "The food at home is still delicious!"

"..."

Jun Yinmo silently went to clean up the dishes and wash the dishes, and checked the time. It was 12:30, and told Cheng Xiaoming to remember to take medicine, take a good rest, and call him if there was anything, before leaving.

Looking at the empty room, with a pile of medicines on the coffee table, Cheng Xiaoming realized that he was alone again.

Warm your hands with a cup of hot water, and think about how long you haven't been sick?How long has it been since no one took care of themselves like this?

For five years, he has been living alone and taking good care of himself.

Even if I have a stomach ache occasionally, catch a cold occasionally, feel lonely occasionally, sometimes I want someone to accompany me, and occasionally I want someone to cook with me...

But he really lived a good life. He was glamorous when he was out, and when he came home, he could also read books, read documents, and revise papers to pass the time.

He even rarely thinks about that person.

If he was not about to get married and asked him to be the best man on the phone, he might question whether he had ever really loved this person deeply?

The result of thinking too much was a severe headache, Cheng Xiaoming had to take another painkiller, crawled back to bed and continued to sleep.But when he was about to fall asleep and was brewing comfortably, the doorbell rang suddenly and untimely.

Depressedly, he covered his ears with the pillow, but the voice still sounded like he was urging him to die. Finally, Cheng Xiaoming couldn't bear the magic sound, angrily kicked the quilt away, got up and went to open the door.

"Hey, he's not dead yet!" Chen Yao stood at the door with a look of embarrassment, holding a lunch box in his hand, with a mocking expression on his face.

It's a pity that there is nothing in hand, otherwise, Cheng Xiaoming really wanted to slap him in the face.

"Are you so eager for me to die?" Cheng Xiaoming angrily let people into the room, then collapsed on the sofa and did not move.

"How could it be?" Chen Yao continued to laugh and said, "Who will you bully me after you die? And you can't bring your good cooking skills into the coffin, it would be too violent!"

Chen Yao and Cheng Xiaoming met when they were PhD students. Because the doctoral dormitory can cook, Cheng Xiaoming occasionally cooks a small stove by himself, and Chen Yao started looking for him for dinner.

This person has an extremely upright appearance, and he looks like a gentleman outside, but in front of Cheng Xiaoming, he has no face and no skin, and he always likes to bully him in various ways.

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