Schrodinger love

Wen Sui still persevered in asking: "Is it right?"

Jiang An felt that since the reunion with Wen Sui, his mind was being pulled down infinitely.

He actually followed the people and replied: "A strong body like us can last five episodes no matter what."

After I finished speaking, I felt outrageous.

Wen Sui was happy, and continued on his own: "That's right, if you practice more, you should be able to make it to the finale. Then there will be a winner. Which of us is better?"

Jiang An: "...you are amazing, no one can compare to you."

It was very comfortable to hear these words, Wen Sui felt that his brother performed well today and was very good.

The two walked along the runway for a short distance, and Jiang An felt that he was still trembling unconsciously, with his fingers sticking to the skin and touching his thin back, a little panicked.

After stroking his back twice with his palm, he asked in a low voice, "Is it uncomfortable? Are you dizzy?"

At this moment, the qi was basically smooth, Wen Sui waved his hand: "No problem, just wait for 2 minutes."

The competition next to it is now coming to an end, and the last one is slowly reaching the finish line, and the restlessness and screaming gradually fade away.

Wang Qiyue rushed over and hugged Wen Sui like a husky just having fun.

"My friend, you really hide your secrets! I knew it, our team of four is the strongest in the universe!"

Suddenly, Wen Sui was hit so hard that he almost couldn't stand still, and he laughed so hard: "Yes, thank you for giving us the first shot, which aroused the two patients' desire to fight. What did you just say? In the TV series, you are A tool person to promote the development of the plot."

"You are really hurt." Wang Qiyue was not angry, and said with a smile, "I have been counting down the number of running since I was a child, and this is the first time I have won the first place, so I am honored."

Jiang An glanced at the presumptuous hand on his shoulder, and randomly grabbed some wrinkles from the T-shirt.

It's just that I just met yesterday, maybe I'm a little too familiar.

A certain young master who was immersed in the joy of victory half-closed his eyes, with a big brother attitude: "Okay, I will take you to play next time."

"Take me with you next time, oops, it would be great if you didn't change dormitories, the four of us in one room would be amazing." Jian Ying joined the shoulder-to-shoulder team.

"Hey, maybe this is just a trick of fate. We may have no chance." Wen Sui Youyou sighed, "But it's not bad for the two of you to live in a room of four."

The three of them walked in front side by side, like the Cucurbit Brothers.

"Wen Sui." Jiang An said.

"What did you call me for?" Wen Sui turned to look at him after being called out suddenly, his eyes blank.

With the light behind him, Jiang An didn't have much expression on his face: "Go to the infirmary to get some glucose."

Wen Sui's eyes were fixed on his lips, the two thin pieces looked a little pale and bloodless.

He groaned, and fanned the neckline violently: "Then let's retreat first, there are still people who are sick, please be considerate."

Wang Qiyue nodded again and again: "It should be here today, do you want me to accompany you, is that okay?"

"The legs are still intact." Jiang An stretched out his hands to pinch the back of Wen Sui's neck, and pushed him to the side of the track, "Let's go."

"See you at the fellowship meeting tonight!" From a distance, Wang Qiyue was heard shouting behind him.

Wen Sui muttered: "What the hell is a fraternity?"

Jiang An said casually: "It's just a thing that gathers those howling Wen Sui's height of [-] and hearts that love you for a long time."

"Fuck, how do you know this slogan, aren't you lying in the dormitory?"

"So loud it's hard not to hear."

"..."

Wen Sui wanted to put the entire Beijing University on the Naihe Bridge for a group walk, could it be better?

The two walked slowly along the tree-lined road, and were silent for a while, the atmosphere was not quite right.Wen Sui looked sideways at him frequently, his expression looked like someone owed him 800 million.

He smiled, with a helpless tone: "Have you been angry for a long time? You're too stingy. After all, I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Are you settling accounts with me?" Jiang An repeated slowly, every word.

Wen Sui knew he was wrong, blinked slowly, and said in seconds, "No, no, stop and turn the page."

Jiang An looked at his face-changing expression in a Sichuan opera, and thought it was funny: "You can still know your mistakes and correct them."

Wen Sui clicked his tongue, obviously the two of them went for a run together, and Jiang An's illness was a little more serious, so why did he realize his mistakes and correct them.

This class status is obviously not correct, no matter how you look at yourself, you are the one who is oppressed.

Forget it, don't worry about the patient, let him go first.

Probably because too many people fainted on the first day of the military training, and the infirmary was quite lively. When the two arrived, they had to wait in a fucking queue.

Wen Sui stood in the queue bored, and saw a familiar figure coming out of it, small and thin, looking very weak.

Song Wanyin met the person's eyes, and said hello implicitly: "Are you dizzy too? Is it too boring to wear a hood, I'm sorry."

"No, staying with Jiang An, his stomach hurts." Wen Sui looked at the sweat on her forehead, and added, "It's a good thing you didn't become that mascot, it's really not someone who did it."

"It's good that you're fine, otherwise I'll die of guilt." Song Wanyin breathed a sigh of relief, "To be honest, you're really nice, and it doesn't match your appearance at all."

"Why do you still issue a good card even if you don't agree with each other? What do I look like?" Wen Sui leaned against the wall lazily, standing still.

Song Wanyin looked at him with a very flamboyant face, with deep eyelids and dark pupils, she could bluff people when she wasn't smiling.But when he laughed, the tails of his eyes raised, which was inexplicably sentimental.

She hooked her hair, and said a little shyly, "It looks like it can turn four times with one fist."

Wen Sui nodded, and admitted frankly: "Then you feel that there is nothing wrong."

One sentence made the little girl smile: "By the way, did you win the race just now? I came to the infirmary first after the training was over. I didn't look at it."

"That's necessary, there is no suspense." His brows and eyes are full of confidence, very publicized.

Seeing that the two were chatting happily as if no one was around, Jiang An leaned against the other side of the wall with his arms folded, and remained silent the whole time.

It was the same way before, from childhood to adulthood, Wen Sui had a lot of friends wherever he went, and Wu Yangyang was very imposing.

Now I get to know my new classmates as soon as I started school, and I'm really popular with them.

When the little girl left slowly, he looked at the people on the other side of the aisle, and said lightly, "King Jinghai, I'll leave it to you."

The words were endless, Wen Sui reacted for two seconds, and said in shock: "So you like this one?"

Jiang An was really convinced.

I just want to knock open his brain to see what's inside.

He said speechlessly, "May I ask how you got here."

"Isn't it? Look at me chatting with people, but you can't speak and you're anxious." Wen Sui had a knowing expression on his face.

"I think I should give you a book."

"what?"

"One hundred small tricks to improve emotional intelligence."

"...Who are you scolding in a strange way?"

Wen Sui snorted coldly, turned his back to the past, and didn't want to talk to anyone.

Forget it, most likely owed him in the previous life.

Don't be angry, no one will coax you when you are angry.

After thinking about it, he turned back like a pancake, and his eyes fell on Jiang An.

The man leaned against the wall with his back slightly arched, a few strands of hair hanging on his forehead, his lips were still pale, which made his complexion unhealthy, like a nocturnal vampire prince.

Hey, the opportunity to make up for three years of suffering, isn't it here?

He took out his mobile phone and just placed an order for two vegetable porridge, when the doctor stretched out his neck and called for someone.

Wen Sui clicked the payment, and went in with Jiang An, one on the left and one on the right, and the two of them blocked the door tightly.

The old doctor pushed his glasses and looked suspicious: "Which of you two is sick?"

Jiang An didn't intend to treat illnesses here, so he replied, "Just after running, two bottles of glucose will do."

During military training, it's not surprising.The old doctor nodded, took a pen, and squinted his eyes to write the list.

Looking at a stack of medical questionnaires, Wen Sui remembered the insomnia night last night, and suddenly interjected: "Doctor, do you have that medicine here? It's just..."

Halfway through the talk, I didn't know how to describe the symptoms, so I stopped talking.

Between eyebrows, there is some tangle.

Seeing his hesitation to speak, the doctor looked left and right, shocked: "You said the kind used by boys? Seeing how young you are, it should be the right time, shouldn't it?"

Wen Sui let out a cry, but didn't understand: "Girls can use it, too. Sleeping is a common problem among young people today. It's not easy to deal with. I just don't know if I need a prescription to buy it. If I can't, I'll go to the hospital. Ask."

The doctor cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Well, if you really feel that there is something wrong, you have to go to the andrology department. But the young man is very angry, so it shouldn't be so. Maybe you are tired recently, you can wait a few days and see again."

Jiang An's expression was a little subtle.

"Andrology?" Wen Sui reacted, and laughed dumbly, "No, where are you thinking, I'm alive and well, okay?"

The doctor was also left speechless, and pushed his glasses: "Student, you speak in a secretive way, it's hard not to miss it."

Jiang An couldn't help laughing.

"You're laughing." Wen Sui couldn't say that he could predict in dreams, so he could only beat around the bush, "It's the kind that can dream after eating, is there any?"

The tone of his speech was particularly like an underground party making a deal, and he almost didn't say the line of paying with one hand and delivering with the other.

The old doctor paused for a few seconds in confusion: "Ah, you have insomnia, don't you? Don't take medicine indiscriminately, exercise more, and you will fall asleep naturally."

Wen Sui let out a sigh, with a regretful expression on his face: "Okay, let me try."

"Are you still insomnia?" Jiang An caught the key word and frowned.

Wen Sui said vaguely: "It's a little bit, it's not very serious."

The insomnia was fine, but he hadn't dreamed for the past two days, which made him feel empty.

Guessing that Meng could predict the situation about Jiang An, he really wanted to try again, but he was in a bad way, so he didn't come to whatever he wanted.

Wen Sui tapped his knuckles on the table, thoughtful.

Two bottles of glucose were quickly brought over. Jiang An quickly unscrewed the caps of the bottles and handed over a bottle: "Be careful, don't hurt your mouth."

Wen Sui took it over, and Hao Mai cleaned it up.

This time, I felt that I was completely alive. Looking at someone whose face was still pale, he teased, "Go back to the dormitory, little patient?"

Jiang An threw the empty bottle into the trash can next to him, and glanced at him casually: "It's not big or small."

When I went back, the porridge just happened to be delivered, and I bumped into it downstairs in the dormitory, which was just right.

In line with the principle of caring for patients, Wen Sui lifted the lid, inserted the rice spoon, pushed it to him, and said in a coaxing tone like a child, "Come on, little patient, let's eat."

Jiang An sat lazily on the chair, leaned back slightly, and leaned against the back of the chair: "Are you still addicted?"

Wen Sui sighed, and said shamelessly, "Isn't this afraid of making you uncomfortable? Shouldn't you be grateful?"

"Then I really thank you." Jiang An raised his hand and rubbed his stomach, and took a bite slowly.

The taste is quite light, and the porridge is also very sticky. It is indeed much better than the previous pile of peppers, and it is much more comfortable.

"There are two servings, you can eat some too."

"I'm not too hungry, I'll give you all."

Wen Sui wandered around the room, in front of the supervisor, turning his head from time to time to see if Jiang An was eating properly.

After finally catching him, he taught with a straight face: "Small patient, you should learn a lesson. Next time, don't be brave. If you can't eat spicy food, just say so."

Jiang An's face was expressionless: "Yeah."

Wen Sui said he was addicted: "Although Sichuan cuisine is indeed delicious, how can you ruin your body for the sake of talking, isn't it, little sick?"

Jiang An endured his temper: "Yes."

Wen Sui continued his efforts: "You said that if you make such a fuss over and over again, people will laugh at you. The dignified Jiang Shen, who went to the hospital for spicy food and became a minor patient, is it shameful?"

Jiang An couldn't bear it anymore, and looked up at his pouting mouth.

Seeing those eyes narrowed slightly, Wen Sui suddenly felt that the situation was not good, was he angry, it seemed that he had said something.

After all, after all, I forced others to eat yesterday.

"Then what, you eat slowly, I'll take a step first." Wen Sui turned around gracefully, and within two steps, someone grabbed him by the collar.

Jiang An lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "You are very reasonable, but the little patient's stomach hurts, why don't you help feed it?"

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