Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

At the beginning of Hua Deng, in the hospital, the boy with a piece of gauze on his face leaned on the hospital bed and quietly looked at his friend.

"Shuoshuo, you just let her go?" Ran Le by the door looked out, carrying the takeaway that just arrived, "I bought three bowls of porridge because of my loss."

Pei Jingshuo pulled his lips, and there were dark red bloodstains cracked on the dry mouth.

"Why, how long do you want to keep people?"

Ran Le's eyes rolled around, and there was no silver tael here: "Ah, haha... I don't have any ideas, but Shuo Shuo, you're quite a chicken thief, you've used all the tricks."

You must know that Ran Le's heart was hanging in his throat when he rushed in. After all, it was the first time that a friend had been knocked out.

However, when he got to the scene, he knew he didn't need to rush.

Although his breathing is a little weak, it is very stable, and there is no injury to the vital part, but the skin on his face looks scary.

"Brother Shuo, can you get up?" He squatted down, probed for his buddy's breath, and then saw that the other party's eyes were slightly opened, and his consciousness was clearly awake.

"Who did you bring?" Pei Jingshuo's voice was hoarse, like a broken tape.

Light footsteps came from behind.

Ran Le whispered: "You are at the same table."

Then, he watched helplessly as his friend closed his eyes again and began to play dead.

? ? ?

After a moment of silence, Ran Xiaole finally had an epiphany.

Brother Shuo, this is on!

"Shuo Shuo, hello..." There was no other way, the girl was already behind her, so Ran Le had to cooperate with her brother to perform.

When he called the ambulance, he looked at his good brother buried in Ruan Xiaoan's arms and laughed silly, and his heart was sour-

Tsk tsk, if he has Brother Shuo's scheming, what girl can't?

"Okay, thank you in advance for this time." Pei Jingshuo interrupted Ran Le's messy thoughts, "You can share the porridge with Ding Peng and the others, or eat it yourself. When the driver arrives, I will let him drop you off."

Ran Le looked at him in surprise: "Did you tell my aunt that you were in the hospital?" He knew that his friend hated being controlled, so the Pei family hired a driver to pick him up specially, and he was left idle all the time.

Pei Jingshuo coughed in a low voice: "My mother has an acquaintance in the hospital, and she was stared at."

Ran Le sighed helplessly: "I can't help this time. Auntie probably will nag you for a while."

"Shut up." Pei Jingshuo cast his eyes to the side impatiently, but suddenly condensed on the cabinet beside the hospital bed—

There was a piece of fruit candy, with a note under it.

She must have stayed.

"What?" Ran Le followed his line of sight and walked over, "Sugar?"

"Help me get it." Pei Jingshuo wanted to reach out by himself, but he still had an infusion set with a hanging bottle on the back of his hand, so he couldn't do much.

"Grass, pink wrapping paper, shouldn't this be given by the class representative?" Ran Le handed the candy to his friend, then picked up the piece of paper, "I left a message for you, let me see what I said. what…"

Pei Jingshuo stared at him coldly with warning eyes: "Bring it here."

Ran Le, who owed money, had already opened the note, which contained a string of beautifully handwritten Arabic numerals.

"Let's see, it seems to be a phone number... Haha, Shuosuo, you can do it..."

Pei Jingshuo laughed angrily: "Ran Le, your skin is itchy, right?"

"Hey, brother, don't do it, it's not a top secret -" Ran Le didn't dare to lift the tiger's beard any more, and hurriedly handed it over, "I also know that she has a number!"

Pei Jingshuo gave him a cold sneer.

Who the **** doesn't know about the number, they are all in the same class.

Holding the note, the young man looked at the writing on it, and his expression gradually softened.

He knew that the previous confession and kiss were too outrageous for Ruan Xiaoan, and it was normal for her to want to hide from herself.

Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise now that this injury was worth it to him.

***

In the evening, after taking a bath, Bi Ming rubbed her neck with a whitening body lotion flavored with jasmine tea, while staring at the chat page on her mobile phone.

[Host, why hasn't he texted you yet? 】The small system is more urgent than Bi Ming.

"Don't worry," the girl's face was white, tender and translucent just after cleaning it with the cleanser, "Let's look at something else first."

She opened the Weibo page, tapped a few times, and entered the homepage of a number with a black avatar.

This is Yin Han's black mud number.

System: [Host, are you a hacker? How did you get it out? 】

Bi Ming crouched on the soft mattress, her eyes curled: "The school sports meeting a few days ago, I made friends with a few girls."

"Then a girl shared a screenshot of her friend's Weibo in the space, it seems that it was a matter of girlfriends tearing up."

"I was bored, so I went to Weibo to eat a melon, and I saw a familiar avatar interacting below."

"That woman is Yin Han's good friend," Bi Ming sighed, "You said that people nowadays like to set their Weibo profile pictures as their own beauty pictures, it's so easy to recognize."

And then it's easy to find Yin Han's tuba. There's not a lot of content in it. It's just some pictures taken every day when I go out with friends.

The most exciting thing is that little sister Yin Han actually liked her trumpet.

Bi Ming was about to close the page, but he didn't expect to see a series of very "Yin Han" black mud—

Item 1: [Can Ruan Xiaoan, this green tea bitch, stay away from him? When he talks about a topic, he has to put [Bear] on him. [SOS] seems shameless is the essence of green tea. 】

Article 2: [Disgusting [white eyes] I have a deep understanding // Forwarding a long Weibo: "If Miss Green Tea Appears Around You"]

Article 3: [This school sports meeting is so **** fragrant [smile]]

…

Bi Ming thought about it, but did not expect when she would put her chest on Pei Jingshuo.

If she had to say that, she couldn't help it.

At this moment, the text message ringtone "Ding Dong" rang.

It looks like someone has finally edited his first text message.

She was too lazy to watch the "curse" of the little sister gnashing her teeth, the rank was too low.

It's more fun to train a puppy.

No, it was a jerky temptation at first—

[Ruan Xiaoan, is that you? ]

Bi Ming narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers quickly, and returned a simple question mark to the other party.

[? ]

There was a second reply: [I am Pei Jingshuo. . . Well, are you asleep? ]

Bi Ming pressed her lips and smiled slightly, this guy is really nervous.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the other party seemed to realize the stupidity of the question, and quickly sent another message:

[I'm afraid to disturb your sleep, sorry. . . ]

Bi Ming thought about it and replied to him:

[Add WeChat and talk about it. ]

After all, sending text messages is so troublesome that even emojis can’t be used.

It is still a second reply: [What is your WeChat name? ]

[Same as phone number. ]

At the other end, Pei Jingshuo was sitting on the soft carpet, half naked, wearing only shorts, leaning on the foot of the bed and looking at his phone.

The floor lamp by his side illuminated the room warmly and brightly, and exposed the scabs on his arms and even his shoulder blades, all the way to his chest.

His fight this time was smooth, but he was injured in a lot more positions than before.

"Ding Dong—" The other side finally passed his friend.

His fingers lingered in the input interface of the dialog box.

There seemed to be a lot of questions in my mind that I wanted to ask her, but they were all stuck together, and I didn't know what to say first.

Fortunately, the girl sent a message first:

[do you feel better now? ]

Pei Jingshuo hooked his lips, a little sweetness oozing out of his heart.

[The wound still hurts a bit, but you'll be fine if you ask. ]

There seemed to be a pause there, and the page kept saying "inputting".

In the end, her reply was:

[…]

Apparently he was speechless about his "mocking".

Pei Jingshuo chuckled lightly, as if he could imagine the serious little face of the **** the other end of the phone.

Immediately, he still sent out the sentence he wanted to ask the most—

[Ruan Xiaoan, can you change your seat back? ]

After a while, the other party still did not reply to him.

Pei Jingshuo clenched his fists and slowly put away his smile.

Is she still hiding from herself?

He picked up the phone, put it to his lips, pressed the voice key, his voice was low and hoarse:

"Ruan Xiaoan... Come back, I beg you."

For a rebellious teenager, such a tone is already the ultimate softness.

He didn't know when he became so spineless.

But just not seeing her figure for a day has already tortured his nerves.

Only admit defeat.

I can only ask her to be gentle.

But at this moment, Bi Ming, who heard this sentence, smiled happily.

Good, she likes the tone.

Well-behaved, waiting for her to love, is a good dog.