[Wang Yibo] I heard that you don't like me?

"En!" Wang Yibo was very firm.

"Okay, if you can persist, just persevere, and this one will be finished soon." The director didn't want to waste any more time, it would be best if he could take the initiative to persevere.

After the drip, Wang Yibo did feel better in the afternoon. Although his voice was still hoarse, at least he could make a sound.

But he didn’t want to get better, he had a fever again at night, in order not to delay the next day’s filming, so Wang Yibo continued to get up in the middle of the night to get an IV drip... In this way, during the few days in Shanghai, his condition kept coming and going of.

After finally filming his own part, when boarding the plane back to Beijing, Wang Yibo could hardly see his hands, they were full of pinholes from the IV drip.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as he landed in Beijing, Wang Yibo received the news that his agent had given him a holiday, asking him to rest at home for the next two days, which was actually a day and a half.

Returning to the apartment with his extremely exhausted body, Wang Yibo suddenly remembered the things Tan Xuejing had sent him before he got on the elevator, and turned around to go to the security room downstairs to pick them up.

What was sent was a not-so-light cardboard box, which was said to contain Tan Xuejing's notes and textbooks from her previous high school days.

Wang Yibo returned home with the box in his arms, and within a short while he was sweating all over, in a cold sweat, but Wang Yibo still sat on the sofa and opened the cardboard box.

What catches the eye first is not the thick book, but something wrapped in a gift box. Wang Yibo paused, and opened the gift box. Inside was...a pair of blue light glasses.

Why...glasses?

Wang Yibo took out his mobile phone and sent Tan Xuejing a WeChat message, curiously asking why she gave him glasses.

However, in the next second, Tan Xue replied in shock.

The second stunning:

You have arrived in Beijing, it seems that the item has been received, um, can you answer the phone now?Let me tell you about those notes.

Wang Yibo saw it, and took the initiative to make a WeChat call.

"Hey, Yibo, have you seen those glasses? Those glasses are very important, necessary for learning mathematics..."

"...Really?" Wang Yibo picked up the pair of glasses, he didn't see anything special.

"... Huh! Are you sick? Why is your voice like this?" Tan Xue was startled to hear the hoarseness in his voice.

"It's nothing—ahem—" He slapped his face as soon as he said the words.

"...Is it serious? Have you taken any medicine?"

"Well...it's okay, let's eat later."

"Uh... If you're sick, it's best to eat light food, some porridge or something, don't eat takeaway, it's all heavy oil and salt..."

Wang Yibo smiled after hearing this, and said, "Do you cook porridge? I'm afraid that if this porridge is cooked, my apartment will be gone."

"... Cough, so you want to say that you are a kitchen killer?" Tan Xue, who was almost choked, didn't know whether she should laugh or not.

"That's right, it's still that kind of kitchen killer who doesn't have emotions—cough—" Wang Yibo rarely made a joke, but unfortunately he was hindered by this uncontrollable cough.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said: "...you are at home now, right?"

Wang Yibo understood her subtext, and couldn't help laughing, in a very happy way: "I'm at home now."

"Well...see you later, remember to open the door for me, don't fall asleep."

"I won't sleep."

When Wang Yibo hung up the phone, it was quite uncomfortable at first, but now he seems to have strength all of a sudden, and he can even jump up and dance.

Girls are soft-hearted creatures, what his mother said is true, Wang Yibo thought to himself.

Chapter 18

Tan Xuejing is not sure if other girls are easy to soften their hearts, but she is indeed a little soft-hearted.

In fact, Tan Xuejing had read some things about Wang Yibo on the Internet before, regardless of whether it was true or not, just because he dared to leave home and go to a foreign country to be a trainee at the age of 13, in terms of this courage, it is really true Not everyone can do it.

Just imagine, a 13-year-old kid who ran to South Korea alone, where the language is not fluent. Not to mention the young age, the competition for trainees is still so fierce, but even under such circumstances, Wang Yibo still won the opportunity to debut for himself. I thought The willows and flowers are clear, and the domestic environment has dealt him another heavy blow.

Just like Tan Xuejing's misunderstanding at the beginning, she thought that with Wang Yibo's conditions, he should be very popular, but after she really understood it, she felt a pity for his current tepidity. After all... as an artist, Red or not are two concepts.

Of course, the point now is not to feel sorry for this, but——

"Buzz-"

Soon, the door opened.

"It's not a good habit to open the door without asking the person behind it~" After finishing speaking, Tan Xue shook the "baby" in her hand with a surprised smile. Refreshing, on the other side are fresh pears and goji berries bought from the supermarket, oh, and a bag of rock sugar.

Opening the door felt like a smile on his face, Wang Yibo felt that he would remember this scene for a long time.He turned sideways and gave way to the door, with a soft tone in his tone that he couldn't detect, and said, "...Well, I will definitely pay attention next time."

After closing the door, Wang Yibo just turned around when a slightly cold hand covered his forehead, because it was so sudden that he didn't have time to react, he just stood there stiffly, until the moment she let go of her hand, the tips of his ears were It became popular uncontrollably, the kind that can't be stopped.

Tan Xuejing first put the things on the cabinet, stretched out her hand to test the temperature, and then repeatedly compared with her own, and came to a conclusion: "...Well, it's not burned, so it's okay."

Tan Xuejing changed into a pair of slippers, white ones that looked brand new, facing the empty living room and said, "By the way, you said there is a small pot at home, right? I didn't bring a pot here today. It should work..."

Wang Yibo slowly followed behind her, and touched his face with his hands. Fortunately, he had a mask on, so he felt relieved.

Tan Xuejing's attention was drawn away by the same empty kitchen, which was... so clean that it didn't look like someone lived in it. She reached out to open the refrigerator, um... pure mineral water, oh, and two cans of Coke.

Under Wang Yibo's "guidance", Tan Xuejing finally found the legendary small pot, which is the kind of pot specially used to cook instant noodles.

Tan Xuejing pointed to the green vegetable porridge she put on the table just now, and said to him: "You can drink the porridge on the table first to fill your stomach, and then take a few sips of pear and wolfberry soup if you have nothing to do. Your throat will heal quickly."

Wang Yibo looked at the pears on the kitchen counter, and felt that it was not good for him to just sit like this, so he said, "Let me wash it for you first."

"Hey, don't be an emotional kitchen killer," Tan Xue turned and pushed Wang Yibo out, please stay away from the kitchen, "The soup is very fast, it will be done in 10 minutes, I can do it by myself .”

Wang Yibo was pushed to the table, under her gaze, he obediently raised his spoon, and took a bite of the glowing green vegetable porridge produced by Tsinghua University, um...it was completely tasteless.

Tan Xuejing then turned and went back to the kitchen, peeled, washed, and cut into pieces, and then put in appropriate amount of wolfberries in turn, the water was about five centimeters below the pears, first boiled on high heat, then turned to low heat and simmered slowly, and then added rock sugar after 5 minutes , until the rock sugar melts, done!

Tan Xuejing took out the only small ceramic bowl, first poured out a bowl and let it cool, and then put the rest into a cup for storage when it was cooler.

"Dangdangdang~Cantonese-style sweet soup, try it." Tan Xue looked at Wang Yibo expectantly. Although she hadn't made soup for a while, the craftsmanship should be fine.

"...Well, it's delicious." Wang Yibo took a sip, and it was lighter than he expected. He doesn't particularly like sweet things, but he can do this one. It's not particularly sweet, it's the kind that moistens the mouth, and the throat is not too sweet. Knowing whether it is a psychological effect, I feel much better.

"Phew - it seems that I haven't lost my big Guangdong's face."

"Huh? Are you from Cantonese?" Wang Yibo was a little surprised, because Tan Xuejing spoke without an accent at all, and he once thought that Tan Xuejing was a serious Beijing girl.

"Hahaha I'm half Cantonese. My father is from Guangdong, but my mother is from Beijing. I only moved to Beijing in high school."

"I'm from Henan..."

"Luoyang, I know, Luoyang White Peony hahaha——"

"..."

The two chatted for a while, and Wang Yibo seemed much more energetic than before. Sometimes a good mood can have a miraculous effect on recovery.

Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, Tan Xuejing also had to go back to school. Before she left, she filled two Tupperware 600ml cups of sweet soup, sealed them all up and put them in the refrigerator, and told Wang Yibo to take out a drink if he had nothing to do.

"I'll take you downstairs." Wang Yibo was about to put on his coat, but was stopped by Tan Xuejing.

"Next time, you'd better stop blowing the wind, be careful to catch a cold again."

Wang Yibo couldn't say no to her, so he had to send her to the elevator entrance. When the elevator door closed, he ran to his window again. After a while, Tan Xuejing appeared downstairs, like telepathy, one raised his head and the other lowered his head , so the line of sight met.

The girl laughed, revealing a sweet dimple.

Just tonight, the second the street lights came on, he was sure and sure, that was the moment he fell in love with that girl.

Chapter 19

The next day was Saturday, and Tan Xuejing only had one class in the morning. She didn't go back to the dormitory directly after the class, but borrowed the battery car from Meimei in the next dormitory.

After returning to school last night, she only received a WeChat message from Wang Yibo. Regarding the box of review materials for the college entrance examination, she was busy yesterday and forgot, Tan