Chapter 98: This little Xiang Jing, I just caught it, do you want more?

Several departmental classes have been canceled since yesterday, and today the library is overcrowded.

Jing Huan looked in through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the first floor was full of people, and you couldn't see a single empty seat.

It's too hard to find someone in this environment.

Just as he thought that, he looked up and saw Xiang Huaizhi sitting by the window on the second floor.

Xiang Huaizhi wears a white sweater, and the warm winter sun covers his body with a plush light.

Jing Huan walked into the library with her books in her arms and went up to the second floor as if she were a thief.

The seats on the second floor are almost full, and many people are standing and reading, so there is even less room around Huaizhi.

Jing Huan walks in the direction behind him, looking for a seat and glancing at the people in front of him.

After five minutes of wandering back and forth, someone finally couldn't look away.

"Senior, are you looking for someone?" The girl sitting in the corner of the bookshelf tugged on the corner of his coat and asked in a low voice.

Jing Huan paused, "No, I'm looking for a location."

"Oh, then come sit with me, but the lights are dimmer here ......"

Jing Huan : "Thank you!"

Girls: "......"

Jing Huan's seat was in the far corner, separated from Xiang Huaizhi not only by several large tables, but also by a bookshelf.

Luckily, though, he could see it if he poked his head in a little.

Jing Huan flips through the book, then remembers to pick up her cell phone to return the message.

Jing Huan yay: well, I just don't have time to get off the book today either.

Pathways Pathways Never Get Lost: Oh yeah, you should be taking finals too, right?

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: I'll take the test at the beginning of next month.

Trails Trails Never Get Lost: We're pretty much the same. Sheesh it's so cold here I need courage to go out, is it cold where you are?

Jing Huan: It's cold, and it was snowing the other day.

Paths Paths Never Lost: Like, well, you keep warm, don't be like your husband.

Jing Huan's eyelids jumped.

He found out yesterday that they were getting a divorce, and Xiang Huaizhi didn't seem to have told anyone about it.

Jing Huan pinched his cell phone, thinking that his chats with Lu Hang wouldn't be seen anyway.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: what happened to my husband?

The path path never lost: play handsome, wear little, run to the balcony wind to see the scenery, happy to mention the cold chant.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: huh?

Trails Trails Never Get Lost: Haha, but a boy's cold is a small thing... I'm going to class first, ah.

Dropping his cell phone into his pocket, Jing Huan hung his head and looked at the book for a couple of moments, then finally couldn't resist and leaned forward.

Just in time to see Xiang Huaizhi's shoulders shake and cough twice.

Although the commotion was small, the girl sitting next to Huaizhi glanced at him, and Huaizhi took off his headphones and whispered, "Sorry."

The girl, wearing glasses and looking like a schoolteacher, shook her head, "It's fine."

That said, she pulled her headphones out of her pocket and put them on herself.

Jing Huan pulled back, feeling the strange stares of those around him.

He didn't care, propping his head up with one hand and trying to take in the words.

For a moment, he still couldn't resist taking out his cell phone and tapping on the takeout app.

In less than half an hour, the errand boy arrived, Jing Huan let the people around him to help him watch the position, then ran downstairs to take the takeaway.

The errand boy handed him the plastic bag, and his afterglow glanced at the pharmacy logo on the bag and said, "This is what you bought ...... Pay attention to keep warm."

Jing Huan took it, "Thank you."

Back in his seat, Jing Huan stares at the medicine in the bag and worries.

How he bought it on impulse.

Maybe Huaizhi has already eaten?

And what's ...... going to give him.

Jing Huan pinched the bag and thought for a while, and suddenly felt that he had become a freshman Lu Wenhao, a big old man every day obsessed about how to talk to make his online girlfriend happy, grating to death.

Just give it directly to Huaizhi and collect it or not just ...... whatever.

Besides, it's just a drug delivery.

He acted natural and it could be taken as pure! alumni concern!

Jing Huan finished his self-hypnosis, grabbed the bag and got up, but in the end, before he could take two steps, he saw Xiang Huaizhi take off his headphones and casually put them on the page of the book he turned over, and then picked up the thermos cup and got up, taking long strides towards the first floor.

There was hot water on the first floor of the library, so I poured half a cup to Huaizhi, and when I returned to my seat, I saw a white plastic bag on my page.

He frowned very lightly, picking it open with his fingers and looking at it, which held a couple of pill boxes.

"Is this your stuff?" He asked the man beside him without looking closely, letting go of the bag and closing it.

The girl didn't react at first, and only after a few seconds did she feel the gaze and take off her headphones to look at him quizzically.

"No." The girl said.

She'd been wearing her headphones, reviewing more than anyone else, and hadn't even seen who put the thing on.

Nodding to Huaizhi, he didn't bother her again, casually setting the bag aside.

It hadn't been long since he sat down when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

Turning back toward Huaizhi, the girl he had seen earlier in Jing Huan's classroom stood behind him.

Liang Mengjia bent over, folded his hands, and said in a very low voice, "Sorry Senior, for bothering you ...... Can you do me a favor?"

Jing Huan watched as the two men whispered for a moment, and then Huaizhi closed his textbook and got up, following Liang Mengjia as he prepared to leave.

He remembers this girl, the one who talked to Huaizhi in front of the classroom that day.

Then told Huaizhi that he had a girlfriend and turned the guy down.

Today, however, they didn't even get to speak a few words before Xiang Huaizhi gave up his review and wanted to go with her.

And yeah, he doesn't have a girlfriend right now anyway.

Jing Huan felt a sudden pain in his brain, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation filled his throat.

He took two steps toward Huaizhi, then suddenly remembered something and turned back to take the plastic bag on the table.

Jing Huan thought, "Well, at least they took your medicine.

But the words didn't comfort him for more than a few seconds when he saw Xiang Huaizhi carrying the bag and placing it in the lost and found next to him as he walked to the stairway.

For a moment, Jing Huan felt that it was not the bag of medicine that was in the lost and found, but himself.

The two of them walked for I don't know how long before Jing Huan came back to his senses, and he leaned back, suddenly regretting it.

Shit.

He is not Lei Feng, why do good deeds do not leave a name ah? In the face of the medicine sent out, is thanked or scolded at least have a response, how are not down to this, sitting in the corner of their own hair plug.

Like a douche bag.

Jing Huan sat in the library all afternoon without saying a word and didn't read much, and it was only when Lu Wenhao sent him a message asking him if he wanted to have dinner that he realized it was getting dark outside.

Jing Huan replied no, then closed the book and got up, taking one slow step to the lost and found.

He pulled out his cell phone, found the takeout order from earlier and handed it to the administrator, and brought back the bag of pills.

Jing Huan absentmindedly walks down the path outside the school and decides to go home and order takeout.

At that moment, the cell phone vibrated softly.

Toward: see the luggage, hard work.

He packed up his furniture and luggage and left them at the doorstep, so he could leave with a single carry to Huaizhi.

Jing Huan stopped at the side of the road and stared at the line of news for a long time.

In the past few days, Jing Huan has been immersed in guilt, and all he can think about is how to make amends, how to apologize, how to admit his mistakes, and how to get rid of his anger to Huaizhi.

But at this moment, his only thought was - Grass, I don't want to divorce you, so why should I help you pack your bags?

Jing Huan had always advised himself to take his time, that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, but he had forgotten that this piece of tofu was too sought after, and that any step he hesitated to take would land him in someone else's mouth.

Jing Huan 呀：You went back to the dormitory?

To:?

Jing Huan yah: are you in your dorm room?

To: In.

In just fine.

At least he and Liang Mengjia haven't spent more than three hours alone together.

Toward: something?

Jing Huan yah: there is.

Toward: you say.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: remember to take your meds.

After posting this, Jing Huan dropped his cell phone into his pocket, turned around with his medicine bag, and walked into the nearby crane machine store.

The crane store was very cold today, there was only one man in the store, just sitting in a chair, not playing.

Jing Huan didn't care about anyone else, he just cashed in a hundred dollars worth of coins and set up shop in front of the crane machine.

The night of Christmas may have been to Huaizhi BUFF, he used more than a dozen coins to catch little Xiang Jing.

Today, three hundred dollars of coins are smashed in, and the little Xiang Jing guys are still lying in the crane machine, looking at him derisively.

"How ungrateful ......" Jing Huan muttered, turning his head and cashing in another hundred dollars.

After ten minutes or so, the man sitting next to him finally relented.

"Aye, lad, get up." The man patted Jing Huan on the shoulder.

Jing Huan, without looking back, said, "Why? Get in line if you want to fish."

The man had a complicated expression, he came over on this trip today to adjust the tightness of the claws of the doll machine, before the dolls were caught too fast and earned less.

But it is not so exaggerated, right, a few hundred dollars can not afford to catch a ...... If he does not do something, he is afraid that this boy will smash his machine.

"I don't fish," the man said with a look of disbelief, "I'm the owner of the store, and seeing as you've fished so hard, I'll open my locker and give you two."

Jing Huan: "......"

Jing Huan ended up not letting the store owner deliver and fished one out strong.

Coming out of the crane store, he inexplicably didn't feel much like going home.

When you go back, you have to get on and do your daily routine, and when you do, you have to get a system prompted countdown to divorce filing.

Jing Huan came back to his senses when he had already walked through the back door of the school, all the way to the bottom of the men's dormitory.

He stood in front of the dormitory gates for half a minute, then finally turned and sat down in the stone chair across from the dormitory building, medicine and doll in his arms, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

There are two unread messages on it.

To:?

Toward: Where are you?

Jing Huan was debating how to respond when he was interrupted by an incoming call.

It's Gao Zixiang calling, asking him if he wants to go to class tomorrow, so he can help point him in the right direction.

"It's the end of the semester and you're still skipping class, do you want to die?" Jing Huan asked.

"It's okay, this class is pretty loose, so I shouldn't be hung up on." Gao Zixiang said, "I'm counting on you, brother."

Jing Huan hung up the phone after answering "I know," and to make it easier to look down at his cell phone, he unwrapped his scarf, the ends of which hung loosely around his neck, and when the wind made its way into his neck, it was so cool that he couldn't help but sneeze.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

The boy's voice wasn't much warmer than the wind, but the moment he heard it, Jing Huan felt his heart beating passionately as if it were on fire.

He raised his head and met Xiang Huaizhi's cold eyes.

Jing Huan froze and switched to WeChat to look to make sure she hadn't replied yet.

"How did you know I was here?"

"See." Said to Huaizhi.

Jing Huan glanced at the fifth-floor balcony facing him and understood.

"Don't you have a cold?" Jing Huan asked, "Why did you go to the balcony to blow off steam?"

To Huaizhi in silence, "Hanging out the clothes."

Jing Huan winks, "And then saw me and came down?"

"Throw the trash." Glancing at the contents of the other's arms, Mukai Huaizhi quirked a brow very lightly.

Jing Huan followed his line of sight down, opened his mouth, and said only after a long time, "Ah, what ...... medicine do you need?"

Ask Huaizhi: "How do you know I have a cold?"

"Lu Hang said so." Jing Huan pulled the bag open, "These are cold medicine, just read the directions, not anything weird."

To Huaizhi The eyes flickered to the doll.

Jing Huan's eyes blinked rapidly.

He's like this every time he fights with Huaizhi, and he never used to fight like this in junior high school.

Without asking Huaizhi, he said, "And this little Xiang Jing, I just caught it, do you want more?"

To Huaizhi: "......"

He didn't say anything for a long time, his brow furrowed into a frown.

"Don't, I'll just ...... ask next time." Jing Huan said.

He was going to say no and forget it.

But when he said that, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it in himself first.

I don't know how long the silence lasted before Huaizhi spoke, "What do you want?"

Jing Huan froze and looked up at him, "Huh?"

"If it was before, apologize and pay back the money you did, it ends here." To Huaizhi looking at the things in his hand, "No need to show me your guilt with these."

Jing Huan raised his eyebrows and repeated blankly as if he hadn't understood, "Guilt?"

Huaizhi didn't like the sound of those two words, his throat twitched and he finally said, "Forget it, I'm going back."

He turned around and was just about to leave when Jing Huan yanked him back.

Jing Huan clutched it tightly, and though he was no match for Xiang Huaizhi, he was no less strong.

"It's not ......" Jing Huan paused, "Do you think I send you flowers, medicine, and little Xiang Jing because of guilt?"

To Huaizhi, he asked, "Or else?"

Jing Huan licked his lips and said, "I do feel quite guilty ......"

To Huaizhi eyes darkened.

"So I'm willing to double compensate you, willing to let you yell at me or beat me up, whatever you want."

Jing Huan took a deep breath, and the streetlight reflected in his eyes, which were brightly lit.

"But these ......," he said, word for word, as he lifted the object in his hand, "are the ones I want to give to someone I like, and they have nothing to do with guilt."