Did you apply to Peking University for you to go to Tsinghua University?

Probably because of the proverb "Hands are short, mouths are short", Yu Chaopo didn't go back in a panic, but looked left and right, threw his schoolbag on the ground at the door of the bedroom, rolled up his sleeves and turned to the toilet I went to wash my face.

"There are new towels under the sink cabinet." Lu Chuan raised his face and shouted at Yu Chao's back, then turned and left the bedroom.

Lu Chuan eats enough and sleeps well all day long. He can't be tired if he doesn't use his brain or study. He is a young man of sixteen or seventeen. If he can't do anything, he is in good health. The last time he had a fever was a year and a half ago.

So where is the medicine box at home... Don't tell me, he really can't find it.

Lu Chuan stooped and rummaged through the storage room for a long time but couldn't find the medicine box, so he had to send a message to Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue hadn't boarded the plane yet, so the news came back quickly.

Following Zhou Yue's instruction, Lu Chuan stepped on the stool and finally found the medicine box on the top floor of the closet.

"What are you doing?" As soon as Yu Chao came out of the bedroom, he saw Lu Chuan standing on the plastic stool with one foot and pulling things on the top shelf of the cabinet with one hand.

Yu Chao walked over, and helped Lu Chuan press the sides of the stool with watery hands, then looked up and saw the medicine box in his hand: "I'm fine."

Lu Chuan hooked the top handle of the medicine box with his right index finger, jumped off the stool, and walked towards the living room.

"Take your temperature, I think your complexion is not very good."

Yu Chao doesn't know if it's because of the strong internal fire. In the past two or three years, he has always had a sore throat, and when it hurts, he will have a fever. He has taken care of his own situation. Basically, when his throat hurts, he will start to have a fever. Drink plenty of water and sleep Just sleep and burn for a day or two, and you don't need to take medicine, just drink plenty of water.

Not to mention the medicine box, last time he had a fever, he didn’t even turn over the thermometer at home. Whether he recovered or not depends on his own “perception”. So when he turned around, he saw Lu Chuan holding a thermometer in his left hand and two boxes of medicine boxes in his right. When I dug out the cold medicine, the feeling...is not unfamiliar, but it is still quite novel.

As far back as I can remember, no one has looked at him with such caring eyes.

"It's okay, there's no need."

Yu Chao waved his hand, not being melted by this bit of warmth, he still rejected Lu Chuan's kindness.

"It's okay to not take your temperature when you're sick?" Lu Chuan saw Yu Chao wave his hand, and immediately threw the things in his hand, and pressed him on the sofa with both hands.

Yu Chao did have a headache and a sore throat, but his body didn't burn, and he wasn't so helpless. It was strange that Lu Chuan, who was kneeling on the sofa, grabbed his arms and pressed them against the back of the sofa.

Lu Chuan knelt on the sofa with one leg and propped the other on the ground, and pushed Yu Chao to sit on the sofa. Yu Chao looked up at him and frowned.

"What are you doing?" Yu Chao's held arms moved symbolically.

Lu Chuan took off the thermometer dangling from his mouth, bit open the front cover of the plastic case, pressed Yu Chao's right wrist with one hand, and stretched out the hand holding the thermometer into Yu Chao's clothes, and put the thermometer in Yu Chao's clothes. armpit.

The mouth is concise: "I will take your temperature."

Yu Chao didn't bother to argue with him, grabbed the thermometer from his hand and clamped it under his armpit, and nodded his chin to his side with a cold face: "I'll measure it myself, you go down."

Lu Chuan was mean, and when he came down from Yu Chao's body, he raised his index finger to hook his chin, and said, "Okay, sir."

Yu Chao: "..."

For a moment, he felt that he had been trapped by the door when he agreed to Lu Chuan to live in his house.

Lu Chuan got off the sofa where he was kneeling, turned over and sat next to Yu Chao, picked up his mobile phone and looked for takeaway: "Are you hungry?"

The two of them ate one meal all day today, and Lu Chuan hadn't finished that bowl of wontons yet.

When Lu Chuan asked this question, he didn't have any hope that Yu Chaohui would answer, it was just a daily tease, asking himself the question.

Unexpectedly, the people beside him really responded to him.

When Lu Chuan swiped his thumb to the third page of the food delivery software, someone on the coffee table in front of him pushed a mobile phone from the right, and the WeChat QR code was lit on the screen.

Yu Chao's voice sounded beside him: "WeChat, pay you back."

Lu Chuan turned his head and said "Ah", but couldn't remember when Yu Chao owed him money.

Looking at Lu Chuan's bewildered face, Yu Chao rubbed his temples with a headache, and reminded him: "Dinner tonight."

Lu Chuan turned around with an "oh" and continued to look for takeaways.

I don't know who designed the decoration of this apartment. The main colors are black, gray and beige.

Under the rattan and bamboo tea table in the center of the living room is a gray and white wool carpet, which is about two meters by two meters, which is quite large.

At this time, Lu Chuan's feet were tapping on the fluffy carpet, and his tone was playful: "Do you need to pay back that little money? I invite you..."

Yu Chao took the phone away before Lu Chuan finished speaking.

"what are you doing?"

Lu Chuan turned around and saw Yu Chao switched his mobile phone to the WeChat interface, turned on Scan, and scanned his QR code.Then he clicked Add Friend on Lu Chuan's phone with one hand, and clicked Pass on his own phone with the other hand.

When Lu Chuan took back his phone, he saw that under the dialogue box of the old Lutou who was the only one he put on the top, there was another dialogue box next to it - the picture of the dialogue box...

Fuck, there is no avatar in this dialog.

This avatar is the general WeChat avatar of a villain with a gray shadow on a white background.

Lu Chuan raised his hand and clicked in. The nickname is a string of unrelated letters like the WeChat ID.

"..."

This is the same as a supernatural account.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, when the night is quiet and you are not asleep, this account sends you a message and you dare not reply.

Yu Chao sat on the far right side of the couch next to the armrest. When Lu Chuan turned over from him, he sat down directly next to him. The two sat close to each other, with their legs spread apart. Touch the knee.

Lu Chuan raised his mobile phone and pointed the screen at the faces of the people around him: "Are you sure this is your WeChat account?"

The second after Lu Chuan's voice fell, the phone in his hand rang with a "ding--", and a transfer record popped up from the dialog box that looked like a "recycled" account.

Fourteen yuan five is today's dinner money.

At the same time, Lu Chuan raised his head and met Yu Chao who looked at him like an idiot.

It means that this is not my number, is it your number?Is it your brain with bubbles or my brain with bubbles?

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