My Ome, she gradually swells

Chapter 69

Saturday.

The weather is slightly cloudy, no wind and no snow.But the little snow of the previous few days was melting, and it was freezing cold.

When Wen Yu got up early, he put his arms out the window to feel the temperature, and when he came back, he added a scarf.After all, I have to go out today, and it will be too uncomfortable without a scarf at the starting point in the afternoon.

After eating two steamed buns and drinking a bowl of hot soybean milk, I went to school comfortably.

Standing by the door and waiting for a while, Fu Chengque can figure it out, but the shape is a bit surprising.

"Mr. Fu, what's the matter, are you... sick?"

Wen Yu looked at Fu Chengque, who was wrapped more tightly than him, not only had a scarf, but also a black mask.When he saw the mask, he panicked. There won't be a nucleic acid point waiting for him downstairs, right?

Fu Chengque didn't speak, but raised her head and pointed at her neck with half-closed eyes.

"Oh, can't talk?"

"Just, my throat... feels a little... uncomfortable..."

"Aren't you going to rest at home? Just ask your aunt to tell the teacher that you can't do it. I'll bring you homework or something."

The girl shook her head again.

"Then why don't you go shopping today? I'll just go."

Fu Chengque shook his head even more vigorously.

"Right now...it's okay, cough!"

"Although this meeting looks good, what if the wind blows and it gets worse?"

"It's...it's okay, cough——"

"Yeah, okay, I see. Have you taken your medicine?"

She nodded straight.

The two went to school slowly. On the way, Wen Yu became alone, and Fu Chengque listened beside him.

In the classroom, Fu Chengque's strange behavior quickly attracted attention.

"Is the orange sparrow sick? Is it serious? What kind of class are you here for? Please ask for leave."

"It doesn't matter, if you feel uncomfortable, let me tell you, and I will take you to the infirmary..."

"I touched my forehead, oops, it's not hot, it's fine if I don't have a fever."

Outside the circle, some people couldn't help casting their gazes, and by the way broke a few sentences:
"Fu Chengque is sick?"

"Yes...Although it's a bit pitiful, she looks better with a mask on..."

"really."

"The black mask still has this function. I think she is not only more beautiful, but also more mysterious. I don't know what will happen if I wear it?"

"Someone will call the police."

"You fucking..."

Even the teachers in the morning couldn't help but care about them one by one when they passed by the seats. Sure enough, their grades have improved, their people are also sweet, and students with good personalities are all favorites.

Kefu Orange Sparrow felt numb.

She really didn't expect that so many people cared about her.

If she was really sick, then she must have felt warm in her heart, but——

She is pretending to be sick! !

That's right, her cold is faking!

Only in this way, her throat would be uncomfortable, and she could speak slowly in a small voice logically. Then, when Wen Yu talked to her, would she lean close to her ear?

Three words, just say it for 1 minute, what's the problem?
Talking ten sentences in an hour is fine, right?

In this way, the task is not completed perfectly!
Isn't this a genius trick?
Hehehe, Zhuge Chengque, isn't it.

But what she didn't expect was that she received a lot of concern this morning, which made her extremely flustered. What if she was found to be pretending to be sick?

Don't everyone think she is a liar...

Huh, I didn't mean to trick everyone into playing.

There was no other way, so Fu Chengque had no choice but to "get better from the illness" near noon, which slightly lowered the level of everyone's concern.

In the afternoon, the two went out to shop.

Going to the market ten minutes away by car to buy stationery and gifts is half cheaper than off-campus. Certain monopoly businesses are indeed rampant...

On the bus, Wen Yu asked about Fu Chengque's situation.

"Are you feeling better?"

"..."

"Confused? Is it because of my voice or I can't speak?"

Fu Chengque's mind turned, and she quickly began to nod: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay!"
She quickly pointed to her head, nodded her nose again, pulled off the mask and spit out a little tongue, touched her white and thin neck again, and finally hugged herself and shook her from side to side.

My head is dizzy, my nose is blocked, my tongue is very bitter, my throat is still sore, and my whole body feels uncomfortable!

Wen Yu looked at it, okay, why is the disease so serious?
"This...or should we go back?"

She shook her head quickly again.

Then he opened his mouth and uttered a few syllables that he couldn't understand.

"What did you say?" Wen Yu frowned, and leaned closer, "What did you say?"

"...water..." Fu Chengque squeezed her throat and squeezed out the words in a hoarse voice, "...I, I...want...want to drink...water...cough cough!"

There were four words in total, and they were pronounced six times. After uttering one word and taking a break, it took 30 seconds to finish speaking. In the middle, Wen Yu actually listened intently without moving.

Wow!
perfect!

Genius strategy!

"Drink water?"

Fu Chengque nodded.

She hooked her hands again, indicating that she still wanted to talk, and when Wen Yu got very close, she began to perform top-notch again——

Coughed a few times, then repeated "I want to drink" twice, and finally came up with two key words:
Hot water.

Hahaha, great.

A nonsense, she actually extended it by a full minute!

Those online novelists should learn from her, what is "water injection" and what is sweet "dragging"!
Wen Yu didn't doubt it, but just looked around, a little confused.

"I don't know where there is hot water. I'll have a look when I get off the bus." He lowered his head and asked gently, "Can hot milk tea be okay?"

Fu Chengque quickly waved.

Wen Yu leaned in.

After preparing for a long time, she spit out a word:

"……Row!"

Wen Yu was a little speechless, you have a lot to say, a sick child.

Wouldn't it be okay to just nod your head if it's so difficult?
The two talked intermittently in the car. Although Fu Chengque was ill, her desire to chirp did not diminish at all. She wanted to talk to Wen Yu about everything she saw, but she was so anxious to say something.

Forget it, the patient is the biggest patient.

When he got to the station, Wen Yu checked the map on his mobile phone, and there was a milk tea shop not far away, so he took Fu Chengque to go.

At the door of the shop, Wen Yu asked Fu Chengque, "What would you like to drink?"

The girl glanced happily and waved at him.

When he got closer, he heard the girl say in a hoarse voice: "...cough...cough...mo...jasmine...milk...cough cough...Gai..."

Wen Yu didn't move, but only raised his eyes, and saw "Jasmine milk cover".

He asked again: "Sweetness? Adding ingredients? I don't think it's better to add some..."

"...Three...points...sugar...cough! Add...red beans...crisp...bobo...coconut...fruit...cough cough...locust tree...honey...frozen cough cough cough..."

Unexpectedly, Fu Chengque actually poured out a bunch of small things with a sore throat.

Wen Yu was tired from bending over, and was even more sweetly stunned:
Fu Chengque, how many words do you put in this water? ?
(End of this chapter)