Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Lin Qinghuan felt uncomfortable, probably because she was splashed with cold water. She asked for leave from the cultural and creative meeting in the evening and did not go. She collapsed on the bed.

She still hadn't received a call from He Yanlang. A few hours ago, a strange phone call came in. She thought it was He Yanlang, but when she picked up the phone, it was a strange man's voice.

"Sorry, I dialed the wrong number." Her hope, which had ignited in an instant, was extinguished in an instant.

It is now past two in the morning and the dormitory is very quiet. Some are watching TV series, some are playing games, and some are sleeping.

She took out her cell phone, and almost out of habit, found the familiar number and dialed it. Then she watched the phone hang up automatically because the call could not be connected.

She took a deep breath quietly, tears started falling again, she put her phone under the pillow, pulled the quilt over her head, and cried silently.

She tossed and turned all night, and only fell into a drowsy sleep at four or five in the morning, thinking about her early classes.

He dozed off for just a moment and then woke up again.

Headache, chest pain.

Really useless!

She had never stayed up all night in her life. She lived to the age of 21, but she never expected that she would be so upset about a man that she couldn't sleep all night.

She opened her eyes at around six o'clock and stayed awake until around seven o'clock. The night was so long.

She hadn't given up yet, thinking that after finishing her morning class, she would go to He Yanlang's apartment to see if he had returned.

"Huanhuan, answer the question for me." Yan Xia's voice was drowsy and she still wasn't awake yet.

Then Jian Yan spoke up, "And me."

Lin Qinghuan acted as if nothing had happened. She was always good at disguising her emotions. "Yeah."

Only she and Wen Yijing went to class.

On the way to the classroom, she ran into Luo Zhouran, who greeted her with a smile, "Hi, Lin Qinghuan."

Lin Qinghuan nodded and smiled in response.

"You didn't come last night." Luo Zhouran asked, "I heard from Teacher Wei that you were not feeling well. Are you feeling better now?"

"Much better, just a low-grade fever."

"You have a fever?" Wen Yijing quickly reached out to touch Lin Qinghuan's forehead, and then touched her own forehead. "It does seem a little hot. Why didn't you tell me? I have antipyretic medicine in my dormitory."

"It started in the middle of the night while you were all asleep. I was afraid to disturb you. Besides, the fire has receded a lot now."

"So, you stayed up all night, tossing and turning in your bed and couldn't sleep."

Wen Yijing was her lower bunk bed, so she knew that she didn't sleep well.

"I'm sorry, Jingjing, did I disturb your rest last night?"

"No, why are you bearing the fever by yourself, Lin Qinghuan? You really don't want to tell us anything." Wen Yijing looked at her like a fool.

Lin Qinghuan took her hand and said with an apologetic smile, "Okay, Jingjing, I'm a bit shy, you know that."

Luo Zhouran asked again, "Which floor of Zhiyuan Building do you have your class on?"

They are from the same college and have classes in the same teaching building, but in different classrooms.

Lin Qinghuan replied, "What's wrong? 304."

Luo Zhouran shook his head. "I'm just asking. I'm on the first floor. See you later."

After separating from Luo Zhouran, they walked arm in arm upstairs to the classroom.

He still sat in the front row by the side, so that Lin Qinghuan could answer for Jian Yan and Yan Xia.

"How do you know Luo Zhouran?" Wen Yijing asked.

Lin Qinghuan was surprised, "Do you know Luo Zhouran?"

"Luo Zhouran, our freshman classmate from the Department of Journalism, he's one year younger than us, a little kid! He's from the college's hosting team, and this year he and Jian Yan hosted our college's welcome party."

She seemed to remember Jian Yan praising this junior.

"Huanhuan, you really are too out of touch with the news." Wen Yijing sighed.

The bell rang and the literature teacher walked in.

"Are all the students here?" The literature teacher looked at the crowd below.

A few voices came out from time to time, "We are all here."

"Okay, let's do the roll call next," the literature teacher turned on the computer projector, "Today we're going to use a new way of calling the roll."

I saw the literature teacher operating the computer, and everyone suddenly appeared on the projector.

Everyone looked surprised.

"Everyone, look up at the blackboard. The software is going to count the number of people. If a student lowers his head and is not counted, he will be considered absent from class."

The software starts counting heads.

"There are 37 in total. There are 45 people in your class, right? There are 8 missing. Please come and count the number of people with me after class, monitor."

Wen Yijing and Lin Qinghuan looked at each other, and Lin Qinghuan took a picture of the projector on the blackboard.

【Lin Qinghuan: Picture x1 @簡言@颜夏 There is nothing I can do to help, the teacher has adopted a new way of calling the roll. 】

[Yan Xia: Damn! This literature teacher!]

[In short: accept your fate and continue sleeping. ]

The class started after roll call. Lin Qinghuan was in a daze and absent-minded throughout the whole class. Of course, few people could stay up during the early class.

As soon as the first get out of class was over, a lot of people lay down. College students hate early classes the most.

Lin Qinghuan took out her cell phone and checked, but there was still no message. She gave up and stuffed the phone back into the hole in the table.

"Zhou Ran, what are you doing in our class?" The literature teacher looked at Luo Zhou Ran as he walked in.

"Hello, Teacher Shen!" He walked straight towards Lin Qinghuan, and then handed Lin Qinghuan a packet of medicine in front of everyone.

Lin Qinghuan: ???

There was an uproar in the classroom and everyone started to make a noise.

"Wow!"

Some people in the crowd began to say, "There's something wrong! There's definitely something wrong with you two!"

Lin Qinghuan continued to be in a daze: "I...I...no...no...I don't need it anymore."

Before she could refuse, Luo Zhouran had already left. The literature teacher also joked, "Zhouran is still a warm-hearted man. He came to give medicine to his girlfriend."

Lin Qinghuan immediately retorted, "No, teacher, I'm not his girlfriend."

The literature teacher said meaningfully, "Oh, you are still chasing after your senior sister!"

Luo Zhouran had already left their classroom, leaving Lin Qinghuan alone to accept the gossip of the whole class.

Oh my God, she was so embarrassed. She wanted to bang her head against the wall or find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"When did we get together?"

"How did you take down your junior?"

"It's rare for our new media department to have a handsome guy, and you, Qinghuan, got him."

Lin Qinghuan really wanted to go to class quickly. She smiled at everyone who asked her questions and explained over and over again: "We are not boyfriend and girlfriend. We are not together. We are just working on a project together."

She asked Wen Yijing for help, and Wen Yijing calmly posted the news about Luo Zhouran delivering medicine to Lin Qinghuan in the dormitory group.

"Huanhuan, he must like you and want to pursue you." Wen Yijing said calmly.

Lin Qinghuan took a long, deep breath. Recently, she had too many romantic opportunities, and she had already encountered a bad one. She couldn't afford to be hurt anymore.

"Little puppy is not bad. You have been single for decades, so you can consider it." Wen Yijing kindly reminded.

"I'm not interested in relationships with men who are younger than me." She refused. Whenever she mentioned the word love, she felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, the school bell saved her and forced people to stop gossiping.

She looked out the window.

After this class, she will go to He Yanlang's house to see him again.

What does He Yanlang mean?

Ah...

A long sigh.

Wen Yijing glanced at her and whispered, "Why are you sighing?"

She raised her head slightly and forced back her tears, "It's okay! Maybe I'm sick and feeling a little uncomfortable."

"I'll accompany you to see a doctor after class," Wen Yijing suggested.

"No need, I can go by myself. Don't you have a club meeting?" Lin Qinghuan reminded Wen Yijing.

"Oh, yes, can you go by yourself?"

Lin Qinghuan replied, "Jingjing, I'm not going to die, I just have a cold, don't take it so seriously."

"But I see you're in a bad state. You look like you're about to break."

Lin Qinghuan paused. Wen Yijing was always good at judging people and could see through their state at a glance. But she was also easy to deceive and would believe whatever they said.

"I'm fine! Just go to the meeting with peace of mind."