The roommate of the school grass family White Rabbit is soft and flirtatious!

Lu Mingke actually didn't intend to smash that clay figurine into pieces, after all, he had kept it for so long, it was just a moment of embarrassment and lack of importance in his subordinates, which led to this consequence.

I never thought that Yan Zhouyu would cry because of such a clay figurine...

He didn't cry when they bullied him, laughed at him and beat him. He broke a clay figurine by mistake and just cried like that. Anyway, he's such a big man...

Lu Jiu came in and asked, "Why did Xiao Yu leave suddenly? Didn't you bully him again? I think he cried..."

Louisan: "It's my brother who made me cry."

"Are you talking too much?" Lu Mingke glared at him.

Louisan made a face and ran out.

"Pineapple, please apologize to him tomorrow. In fact, this kid Xiao Yu has no evil intentions. He does everything to attract your attention." Lu Jiu seemed to think of something, and smiled: "I still remember him before I've always wanted to kiss you..."

Lu Mingke said weakly: "Stop talking..."

He admitted that he had gone too far this time, and he should not and should not be broken, and added a sarcastic remark.

Once Lu Mingke realized that he had done something wrong, the more Lu Mingke thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

......grass.

The big deal is to give him another one of his own treasures tomorrow.

Looking at my own treasures in the display case... a little heartache.

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The next day, he picked and picked in his collection cabinet, finally chose one and put it in his schoolbag, ready to give it to Yan Zhouyu today.

The limited edition that I don't like so much is neither very distressed nor has enough value.

But after arriving at the school, Lu Mingke found that the seat next to her was empty.

It took him a lot of time to pick out the handicrafts when he went out in the morning. Logically speaking, at this point, Yan Zhouyu should have arrived long ago.

He felt a little strange, but he didn't take it too seriously.

As a result, Yan Zhouyu did not arrive until the end of morning self-study.

During the roll call, he heard the attendance monitor say that he had asked for leave.

Lu Mingke's thumb rubbed against the figure twice.

Finally, after struggling for a long time, Lu Mingke decided to put his handbook directly in Yan Zhouyu's desk, so that he would know what was going on when he came.

He turned his body slightly, preparing to find a free place to put it, because there were still some places he couldn't see from his angle, and tentatively stretched his hand in the desk.

However, his hand suddenly touched an oval object. The moment Lu Mingke touched it, the object moved a little, and there was a small sound.

Lu Mingke immediately realized - it was medicine.

Out of curiosity, he took out the bottle of medicine.

I saw the words "Trimetazidine" written on the bottle of medicine.

Lu Mingke looked at the description: It belongs to other anti-angina cardiovascular drugs.

He couldn't help frowning.

Antiangina?Does Yan Zhouyu have heart disease?

But when he recalled Yan Zhouyu's performance before, it didn't look like he had any serious illness, and he was still so "strong"...

But this medicine appeared on his desk again, and he would never ask for this medicine to be placed here for no reason.

After discovering the medicine, Lu Mingke was a little restless. After class, she ran to the head teacher's office and asked for the address of Yan Zhouyu's home.

He was going to visit Yan Zhouyu's home tonight.

Yan Zhouyu's home is not very far from the school, but it is not close to Lu Mingke's home. Only then did he realize that Yan Zhouyu had to walk a lot more to follow him every day.

Standing in front of Yan Zhouyu's house, Lu Mingke hesitated, but he was not an indecisive person, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door after a while.

The one who came to open the door was a well-educated woman with a bit of gentle temperament. His appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Zhouyu's, and it was obvious at a glance that it was Yan Zhouyu's mother.

Lu Mingke nodded politely to Yan Zhouyu's mother, and said, "Hello, Auntie, I am... Yan Zhouyu's deskmate, is he at home now?"

Yan's mother didn't expect that someone would come to visit his son, so she quickly smiled and welcomed her, "It's Zhou Yu's classmate, Zhou Yu is at home, but it may not be convenient to play with you...you can come in first .”

Mother Yan knew what Lu Mingke said. It seemed that Yan Zhouyu was really sick.

Lu Mingke nodded and entered the door: "Excuse me."

Yan Zhouyu's mother was very enthusiastic and said, "Don't bother me, his father and I really welcome Zhou Yu's classmates to come and play with him."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen, as if she was going to do something to entertain him.

Lu Mingke still didn't understand something, seeing that she was about to leave, she quickly stopped her, "Auntie."

Lu Mingke saw her turn her head back, and said hesitantly, "Auntie...Yan Zhouyu...Is he not in good health?"

Mother Yan sighed, and said, "It's not very good...I'll have to rely on you to persuade him later...Recently he doesn't know what's going on, but he even said that he wants to lose weight. My health is not very good. Hearing what my aunt said, I put off my work and came back from abroad to see him. No matter how we asked him, he refused to say why...I fell ill when I came back last night .”

"Auntie, may I take the liberty to ask... What kind of disease is he suffering from?"

Yan's mother saw that he seemed to really care about Yan Zhouyu, and replied: "He originally had congenital viral myocarditis, and recently he yelled that he wanted to lose weight, refused to eat, and took an apple to eat at noon every day. How can the body bear it? That's why he got sick again... You said it was fine, why did he suddenly want to lose weight? Could it be because everyone in the class laughed at him for being fat?"

If it wasn't for the fact that Yan Zhouyu's mother was really worried about Yan Zhouyu, Lu Mingke would have suspected that she had told him that on purpose.

Lu Mingke was a little guilty by what Yan Zhouyu's mother said. I am afraid that the reason for his illness is not only because he wants to lose weight, but also because he was stimulated by him last night.

As for why Yan Zhouyu wanted to lose weight...it must be because he called him the insulting nickname of "fat pig" in public, and made everyone in the class call him that.

He didn't expect that Yan Zhouyu, who always seemed to be slow to ridicule around him, would have such a high self-esteem.

Before Lu Mingke could recall it, Yan Zhouyu's mother continued, "Actually, Xiaoyu was not fat when she was young, but she had a normal figure. She was neither fat nor thin. She gained weight because of the hormones in the medicine she took... ...Because of his illness, he always needs to take medicine, so he has gained some weight. If he wants to lose weight, he has to stop taking medicine, how is that possible?"

Every word Yan Zhouyu's mother said inadvertently stuck in Lu Mingke's heart.

If he hadn't found that bottle of medicine in his desk today, he wouldn't have known that he had made such a big mistake.

In fact, he heard Yan Zhouyu mention "cure" more than once or twice, but he never asked more questions, only thought that "cure" in his mouth referred to rhinitis, and didn't think about the direction at all.

...It seems that he has to go for today's apology.

Lu Mingke finally made up his mind and asked, "Auntie, which room is Yan Zhouyu in? I want to go and see him, can I?"

Yan Zhouyu's mother pointed to a room next to her and said, "He should be lying in there, so go and talk to him, and I'll prepare some fruit for you."

Lu Mingke nodded, turned around and knocked on the door of Yan Zhouyu's room.

Yan Zhouyu didn't respond, so he unscrewed the door and went in.

Yan Zhouyu's eyes were tightly closed, maybe she was sleeping, her originally rosy face turned pale blue, and she could tell she was in a state of illness at a glance.

Seeing that he was asleep, Lu Mingke's footsteps also hesitated, not knowing whether to go in or back out.

If you go in and wait for him to wake up, the picture is too...

But if he quits now, it may be difficult for him to muster up the courage to apologize.

Just as he was hesitating at the door, Yan Zhouyu opened his eyes as if he had sensed something.

He had just woken up, his eyes were still a little ignorant, and he stared blankly at the person who appeared in his room.

The two stared at each other for a while, before he said cautiously: "...Bo... Lu, Lu Mingke?"

Lu Mingke responded, "Mmm..."

"I... am I still dreaming?" A puzzled look appeared on Yan Zhouyu's face.

Lu Mingke looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

Then Yan Zhouyu pinched her own face, showing a pained look, "I'm not dreaming...... I'm not dreaming!"

Yan Zhouyu sat up instantly from the bed, "You, why are you here?!"

He never expected that Lu Mingke would appear in his room.

Lu Mingke saw a clay figurine on his bedside table, looked carefully, it was the one he gave to Lu Mingke many years ago, he glued it back together, but the cracks on it could not be fixed re-patched.

Lu Mingke's heart twitched inexplicably.

He walked to his bed and took out the figure he was going to give him from his schoolbag, "This...is for you, last night...I shouldn't break it I'm sorry for the clay figurine you gave me."

Lu Mingke's apology was quite sincere, but Yan Zhouyu seemed to be frightened, and looked at him in a daze.

"Also... I never knew that you were sick... you shouldn't have called you that before."