I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck - Chapter 38

“Don’t eat, stay away from me.” Fu Yangxi raised her head and glanced at Zhao Mingxi, her gaze fell on her hand pushing his arm, and added: “Also, men and women are not giving or receiving, you will from now on. be careful.”

Mingxi: “…”

Mingxi tried his best not to show the expression of grandpa looking at the phone, and unpacked the package and handed it to Fu Yangxi: “No, what’s wrong with you today?! Just try one, lemon and strawberry flavors are available, sick. When you need to replenish your energy!”

Fu Yangxi glanced at her sadly: “Do you still care if I supplement my physical strength?”

He pressed his lips tightly and pressed his whole body against the cold wall.

When Mingxi entered like this, he retreated like this, the whole picture turned into a look that Mingxi bullied him and forced him, put his hand on the edge of his chair, and surrounded him in the corner, and he sweared to death.

The whole class’s gossip eyes involuntarily “swish” looked over.

“…”

Mingxi’s cheeks were hot, and he hurriedly withdrew his hands and turned back straight.

“Are you ill?” Mingxi had to put sugar into his mouth, muttering and asking: “If it’s still not good, or ask for another day off? Did you bring your thermometer? Have you got it before going out this morning? Haven’t measured how many degrees?”

She felt that his fever had gone away, and she could feel it when sitting next to him for three classes in the morning, and she no longer felt the scorching heat of her body when she was at his house the day before yesterday.

Boys at this age are physically strong and recover quickly.

But why, the fever has gone, but it still looks like gossamer.

Thinking of this, Mingxi reached out subconsciously to check Fu Yangxi’s body temperature on his forehead.

But Fu Yangxi hid again.

He even stood up directly with a great reaction.

“Stick” the chair made a noise on the floor.

Fu Yangxi turned around and walked out of the classroom, looking cold and tired: “I have recovered from my illness, so don’t worry about it.”

Mingxi looked up at him, his neck turned like a sunflower, looked at him, and asked inexplicably, “Then why are you unhappy?”

Mingxi grabbed his clothes in confusion.

Fu Yangxi don’t start: “I am not unhappy.”

Do you want him to say “because I misunderstood that you like me, because I have always been passionate about myself, now my dream is broken, my self-esteem is also smashed to the ground, and I feel like a clown who is humiliating myself” Are you coming?

It was too embarrassing, he didn’t know how to face it.

“Nonsense.” Mingxi said: “Brother Xi, I can still see how your mood is. Did something happen to you at home?”

“…Nothing.”

Fu Yangxi was silent, and broke Zhao Mingxi’s hand: “Remember whether men and women give or receive kisses.”

Mingxi: “…”

Mingxi watched Fu Yangxi leave the classroom, really puzzled.

…

At first, she thought that Fu Yangxi was unable to lift up his energy just because of illness, but now it seems that something bad must have happened to him, maybe something troublesome.

Maybe something happened at home, but she didn’t know anything about his home…

At the very beginning, Mingxi was pretending to be terminally ill, so he didn’t want to ask so much.

Later, I just got together with Fu Yangxi, Ke Chengwen and the others. I don’t know whether to inquire about his privacy as my own humble brother will provoke him to anger. So I kept suppressing it without asking.

And now—Mingxi was panicking and couldn’t take care of that much anymore, so she turned her head and asked Ke Chengwen to ask.

“Brother Xi is weird these few days, has something happened?”

When Ke Chengwen saw Zhao Mingxi, he was shocked. He immediately took the book to cover his face, and Mingxi took the book away: “Don’t avoid the problem.”

“It’s your illusion.” Ke Chengwen whispered: “Brother Xi is the same as usual.”

He reached for the book.

“It’s no different?” Mingxi grabbed his book and said, “He almost wrote the words’cocky fart’ and’narcissism’ on his face before, but why was he sick? Since then, it’s the same as the eggplant hit by the cream?”

“He was scolded by his grandfather, so his face is a bit stinky, and he will be fine in two days.”

Ke Chengwen wanted to tell you, wouldn’t it be equivalent to making Brother Xi embarrassed?

Besides, you personally said on the phone that you don’t like Brother Xi. Wouldn’t you be embarrassed and stiff after knowing Brother Xi’s mind? Ten moves and refused?

Ke Chengwen felt that once they said it, Zhao Mingxi and Fu Yangxi would not only be a couple, they might not even be brothers.

This kind of us likes the enemy, but the enemy doesn’t like us. But for a long time, we have mistakenly thought that the enemy likes ourselves, and in the end we discovered that the enemy already has someone else he likes—the mess. Thinking with Ke Chengwen’s straight male brain, his head is almost big and his head is buzzing.

He felt that he was caught in the middle and then became a sinner.

So Ke Chengwen perfunctorily said: “His person is just like that, and it’s not against you. Didn’t you see that he is indifferent to us all day today? Just let him digest it by himself.”

After two days of digestion and digestion, maybe the “feeling of betrayal” is digested, and everyone can continue to be brothers without incident.

Although Ke Chengwen said so, he said that Fu Yangxi’s depression was due to his grandfather.

But Mingxi still felt something was wrong.

…

She didn’t want Fu Yangxi to be unhappy.

She couldn’t see that Fu Yangxi was depressed, but she didn’t know how to make him feel better.

At noon, Mingxi took He Yang to go outside the school specially, bought a small pot of green fleshy back, and put it on Fu Yangxi’s table, hoping that he would feel better when he saw the green plants.

Fu Yangxi didn’t throw it away, but he didn’t look at it more, let alone explode her hair into a thunder as before and blame her for messing up his table.

The red bird in Fu Yangxi’s heart seemed to be dead, lying on the ground softly, with two rows of tears, no longer able to show off.

But Mingxi felt at a loss.

Because he was always concerned about what happened to Fu Yangxi, Mingxi couldn’t help but fall on him all day, and couldn’t help turning his head to look at him from time to time during class.

Occasionally watching, Mingxi stopped at the tip of the pen on the notebook, and the ink dullly became a dot.

…Because she suddenly discovered that the person next to her was really pretty.

Impeccable facial features, exquisite beauty, and when there is no expression on the face, there is a feeling that strangers should not get close.

Especially when he recovered from a serious illness, his face was sickly white.

It makes people have a kind of, there is a kind of inexplicable, unclear, as if crawling with ants in the heart, sour and vague feeling.

Mingxi’s gaze fell on his tightly pressed thin lips subconsciously, and suddenly felt itchy, but he couldn’t reach out to scratch.

Because no matter where you scratch it, it’s like scratching your boots.

Mingxi scratched his heart unconsciously, only to realize that it was itchy.

…

Fu Yangxi held her head, her eyelids were not lifted, she tried her best to carelessly, pretending not to feel the sight of Mingxi falling on his face at all, and pretending that the roots of his ears were not madly hot at all.

He just said, he doesn’t look bad, right? Why has the little mask never stared at him before?

Now that Zhao Mingxi has finally stared at him like this, Fu Yangxi can’t wait to give her a profile shot, and become more handsome.

But he also knew that he was good-looking enough, so he boldly turned the pages of the book casually, pretending to be nonchalant.

After a while, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhao Mingxi’s sight, and Fu Yangxi’s mood after being overcast for a few days finally got better.

He changed his posture, with his left hand propped on his head, and his right hand crazily holding his mobile phone underneath. Baidu “Which angle of the side of a high school boy with a height of 1.88 meters is the most attractive to girls”…

While Zhao Mingxi was staring at Fu Yangxi’s Adam’s apple and swallowing unconsciously, the teacher Lu on the podium couldn’t stand it anymore and couldn’t help but angrily said: “Mingxi! What are you looking at, the face of your deskmate is blooming?”

Mingxi was taken aback, and quickly sat up straight, putting his hands on the table.

Fu Yangxi tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the little bird who was dying to lie down finally kicked her leg.