After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin narrowed his eyes reflexively.

The wind whistled past his ears with screams, blowing away the fog in front of his eyes.

He saw the boys who had stabbed the snake with a stick before, scratching their bodies and howling, as if there were invisible snakes crawling on their backs.

There are also a few people, whom he has never seen, but they are probably the ones talking about just now, jumping up and down, scratching at the body, and saying: "Snake...snake!"

They scratched their clothes and Yan Zhijin didn't see where the snake was, but they yelled in horror.

Yan Hui stood beside him and said gracefully: "What kind of heroes are you to bully a non-poisonous snake? Since they want to be bitten by a snake so much, let them be fulfilled."

Yan Hui raised his palm again, and showed Yan Zhijin a coiled hog-nosed snake: "Okay, it's come back to life."

Yan Zhijin carefully touched the snake's head, put the hog-nosed snake into the other pocket, and asked, "What did you show them?"

"It's nothing, just a few cuties." Yan Hui turned his head and thought for a while, "A Agkistros or something like that?"

Agkistrodon is no cutie.

Judging from the appearance of that group of people, it is estimated that there are not only Agkistrodon, but also a lot of them.

Yan Zhijin listened to their yelling so miserable that he tugged at Yan Hui's sleeve: "Forget it."

Yan Hui snapped his fingers cooperatively.

The person struggling on the ground did not move, lying panting.Their clothes were scratched by themselves, and there were bloodstains on their skin.

The onlookers blinked and looked at each other suspiciously.

Yan Zhijin picked up the two bags and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. The snake has been caught. I'm sorry for the shock. We will organize a special inspection team to clean up the snakes in the school regularly."

The students onlookers nodded dully, feeling as if they had forgotten something, but also as if they hadn't forgotten anything.

Someone exclaimed: "It's so late! I still have class!"

Others also scattered around.

Xia Shuhe and other students from the School of Life Sciences gathered next to Yan Zhijin.Xia Shuhe asked eagerly: "Professor, are you okay?"

In the middle of her speech, she touched her head again, and said to herself in confusion: "Fa... what happened? I just caught two snakes..."

She thought hard, finally caught a scale and a half claw, and asked stammeringly: "I remembered, those people wanted to toss the snake, so that we wouldn't let us take it away. Professor, are you not injured?"

Yan Zhijin waved his hands, put his still swollen hands behind his back, and said, "It's okay. It's over."

The wound on his lip had scabbed over, and his face was bloodless, like a snowman in a biting cold wind, any stronger wind would shatter it.

Xia Shuhe couldn't help but said: "Professor, your complexion is very bad. Are you too tired recently? Pay more attention to your body."

"I'm fine." Yan Zhijin held his forehead and shook his head reluctantly.

"I'll take him back." Yan Hui raised his arms, putting himself between the two of them, helping Yan Zhijin out of the wind.

Xia Shuhe bowed together with other students: "Thank you for your hard work as a teaching assistant."

Just as Yan Hui and Yan Zhijin were about to go back, a shrill voice sounded from the side.

Meng Qianlin came out from nowhere, rushed to Yan Hui, put one hand on his chest, and asked with an emotional trill: "Assistant, are you okay? I just scared the hell out of me, so the black shadow I saw earlier was a snake .They look so fierce, when you caught them, you weren't bitten by a snake, right?"

Yan Zhijin's face turned pale again, as white as a layer of frost.

"I didn't catch the snake. The professor caught it." Yan Hui frowned, greeted Xia Shuhe and the others, and walked back decisively hugging Yan Zhijin.

Meng Qianlin grabbed his sleeve and said worriedly: "That may be an accident. I was worried about you just now, and I was relieved when I saw that you were fine. I don't know why you have to do this kind of thing yourself, can't you call the security guard? From now on, let someone else do such a dangerous thing.”

He said such a long list, but Yan Hui didn't respond at all, instead showing a trace of impatience.

He bit his lower lip, his mind was running fast, and he wanted to find a topic, but he saw a figure swaying, and there were exclamations one after another: "Professor?"

He almost bit his lower lip.

Why are you fainting at this time...

Yan Zhijin's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his legs lost strength, and he leaned weakly on Yan Hui's shoulder.

***

Yan Zhijin was awakened by the heat.

He looked around.

It was his bedroom. The doors and windows were closed and the curtains were tightly drawn. It could only be judged from the dim sunlight in the gaps that it was already evening.

The air conditioner is working hard to keep warm, blowing the corners of the curtains.His body was covered with two quilts, and the horns were tucked under his body.

His hands and feet were cold, but his face was hot, and his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, as if all the blood in his body was concentrated in his brain.

"You have a fever," Yan Hui handed him a glass of warm water, "I want you to sweat a little."

It seemed that instead of sweating, my extremities felt colder.

Yan Zhijin finished drinking the water, kicked off a quilt, and turned off the air conditioner.

"You..." He hesitated to speak.

"Not so much." Yan Zhijin coughed twice, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Anti-fever medicine," Yan Hui put out a box of pills, and put his bottle of medicine with the label torn off next to it, "and your cold medicine. But I think it's bottomed out."

He said in a fairly normal tone: "Why have I been taking cold medicine, I still have a cold."

Yan Zhijin's eyes touched the bottle of unlabeled medicine, and he quickly moved away.

He first took a thermometer to check that he still had a low fever, and opened the antipyretic package.

"Do you want to eat something first?" Yan Hui stopped him, "Taking medicine before meals is not good for the stomach."

Yan Zhijin pressed his abdomen.

That being said, I'm really hungry.

He hasn't eaten a good meal this week, just because the strings have been tense and he doesn't realize it.Now that I relax, I feel empty in my stomach and exhausted.

He licked his dry lips: "What to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Yan Zhijin's throat rolled: "Fish porridge."

"Okay." Yan Hui smiled slightly, got up and went out.

Yan Zhijin closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep for a while, when the sound of the door opening came, and the smell of fish porridge immediately permeated the whole room.

Yan Zhijin's stomach really came alive this time, and the hunger surpassed the discomfort of fever in a short period of time, becoming the strongest feeling at present.

He lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed to eat at the table.Yan Hui held him down and put the bowl on the bedside table: "Don't get out of bed."

Yan Zhijin was still insisting: "It might make the bed dirty."

"Just change it if it's dirty, and I'll change it for you." Yan Hui smiled nonchalantly, and coaxed him back to the bed in a coaxing tone.

Yan Zhijin thought about it, yes, the quilt cover is dirty, just replace it with a new one.

Because he was feverish, lazy, and unwilling to use his brain, he accepted the arrangement.

Yan Hui put a pillow on his back, put the bowl firmly in his hand, and finally asked uneasy: "Do you have the strength? Can you drink it by yourself?"

Yan Zhijin scooped up a spoon tremblingly, and proved to him that he could do it.

Although the action looked dangerous due to the sore joints and weakness of the body, the porridge still went into his mouth safely.

"It's due to the decline of immunity caused by long-term fatigue. It's best to rest for two days after the fever subsides." Yan Hui sat in front of the closet, which was almost the farthest place in the room from Yan Zhijin, "I'll help you ask for leave from the research institute." Now, if there is anything, Fang Mian will handle it for you, and you don't have to worry about them being lazy."

Yan Zhijin nodded lazily.

In fact, he didn't think so much at all, he just wanted to take medicine and sleep quickly.

After Yan Hui finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked at Yan Zhijin silently.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of Yan Zhijin swallowing fish porridge.

No matter how dull he is now, he can still feel the difference in words.

Usually when he was eating, Yan Hui would always find an opportunity to poke his face, and would ask a few more questions if it was good or not.

But now, he sat across from him without saying a word, like a statue.

The dull atmosphere caused Yan Zhijin to slow down his eating speed.

There was something in his stomach, and his thoughts became clear.

At noon, he and Yan Hui had just had a big fight.

Yan Hui wanted to follow him to the laboratory, but when he refused, Yan Hui threatened him with the lives of other people in the institute.

But in the end, Yan Hui didn't do anything shocking. When he left, he remembered that everyone else was lying on the ground and sleeping.

Yan Hui didn't ask too much, he just asked him to allow him to follow him to the lab, and...

Kiss him.

When Yan Zhijin thought of that fierce and sad kiss, his hands trembled and he almost knocked over the bowl.

The cheeks that had just cooled down suddenly became hot again. He even forgot to blow the porridge, and put it directly into his mouth when it was still hot, almost blistering his tongue.

"What?" Yan Hui stood up.

He bit the tip of his tongue, put down the spoon, and took a mouthful of warm water: "Noon..."

"After you leave, I will release the control on them," Yan Hui replied quickly, "They are all in good health. If you don't believe me, you can video with them."

Yan Zhijin could barely keep up with his speed.

After he had a fever, his brain speed was not as fast as before, but unexpectedly, because he didn't think so much about the cause and effect, he became extra bold.

He asked, "Why do you have to follow me to the lab?"

"You promised me to go." Yan Hui changed his lifeless attitude and said emotionally, "You said before that you want me to follow you."

"You are still in the research institute, in the same building as the laboratory, this does not count as driving you away."

"Why can he go?" Yan Hui asked aggressively, "You said clearly at the beginning that only the two of us were doing that part of the research, and then they were included, I can accept it, and now you don't want me?"

Yan Zhijin rubbed his forehead: "Because I can't do it alone..."

"I can help you. Only I know my venom best. Only I know what you want to know."

"You..." Yan Zhijin was silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice was much lower and hesitant, entangled with many emotions: "Why did you help me?"

Yan Hui was taken aback.

His lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

He finished this silent answer, lowered his eyelashes, and said, "I want you to be my disciple."

"Why must it be me?" Yan Zhijin smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm probably the least likely person to become your believer?"

Yan Hui said stubbornly: "It's not important, it's just you."

"Why not try other people? They will be more competent than me, love you more, and base everything on your feelings."

"I don't need the faith of these people."

"Where's Meng Qianlin?"

Yan Hui frowned.

He didn't understand why Yan Zhijin suddenly mentioned this person.

Yan Zhijin directly asked the question lingering in his heart: "Why didn't you refuse Meng Qianlin's gift? Do you want him to be your believer, or something else?"