Zheng Tinghe was in the school infirmary and accompanied Ye Yao to inject fluid.

"I'll send you back to your dormitory to rest?"

Zheng Tinghe slightly supported Ye Yao, who was a little weak. It was now the third class that was over, and it was the time for the students to do exercises.

Ye Yao shook her head: "No, I'll go back to the classroom to attend class."

The college entrance examination is about to be held. If you can, hurry up.

Zheng Tinghe frowned: "Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood, rest first is the main business."

"I'm fine anymore. You don't have to help me, I can leave myself."

Ye Yao smiled and refused to let Zheng Tinghe continue to help her.

Zheng Tinghe didn't say anything, but still supported Ye Yao and sent her back to the classroom.

The classroom was empty, and the students were doing radio gymnastics on the playground.

Ye Yao's seat is against the wall on the left, the fourth-last row in a single row, diagonally above Zheng Tinghe's position.

It's quite a coincidence.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, Zheng Tinghe still saw Ye Yao having a cold war.

Zheng Tinghe thought for a while, took out Tianye and lighter from his coat pocket, and put it in his pocket.

Then he took off his coat and put it on Ye Yao's back: "I don't know if I wear more in the winter. When did you become so stinky?"

It's such a cold day, Ye Yao doesn't even wear a down jacket, no wonder she has a fever.

"What are you doing for me?" Ye Yao wanted to return the clothes to Zheng Tinghe, "Don't catch a cold in a while."

"I'm not cold." Zheng Tinghe shook his head, "You put it on and take a short while before class has been in. There is air conditioning in the classroom, don't worry about me."

After Zheng Tinghe said that, he took Ye Yao's black water cup and went to the water dispenser to pick up a cup of hot water to Ye Yao on her table.

After looking at the time on the wall, there were still ten minutes to go to class. Zheng Tinghe slowly walked out of the classroom. It was still early, so he would smoke a cigarette.

On the rooftop of the teaching building, Zheng Tinghe lit a cigarette, and the bitter cold wind in winter made him shudder.

Damn it, it's still quite cold outside.

The rooftop of the teaching building was brought by Ming Qi and Zhao Yu just now. The rooftop is on the top floor, and there is only a radio classroom next to it. There is no teacher passing by, and the only thing that is playing is dark under the light.

Zheng Tinghe vomited a cigarette ring and threw the cigarette butt on the rooftop.

It's too cold, so go back.

Zheng Tinghe walked into the classroom stepping on the class bell. When he entered, a teacher was already standing on the podium.

Zheng Tinghe returned to his seat and first sneeze.

"Ah cut!"

The sound was quite loud. Zheng Tinghe rubbed his nose and the classroom was much warmer.

Ning Yu poked Zheng Tinghe's arm: "What are you doing?"

"What's the matter?" Zheng Tinghe shrugged his nose, "Ye Yao has a fever, I'll accompany her in the infirmary."

Ning Yu was silent for a while before asking in a low voice: "Are you in love with her?"

Nowadays, there are many high school students in love, so Ning Yu has this question.

Zheng Tinghe was a little funny: "Don't talk nonsense, she and I are my buddies who grew up together, half-brother, her father is my godfather, and my dad is her godfather. How could I fall in love with her?"

Ning Yu looked at Ye Yao's position, well, his clothes were on her.

Ning Yu didn't know how she felt. She said she was sour, that's definitely not. After all, she just met her.

But Zheng Tinghe is not an ordinary friend he just met. He is a boy who kissed him and is so nice to other girls. Ning Yu felt very strange in his heart.

"You childhood sweethearts, in the novel book you are all made of heaven and earth."

Ning Yu whispered.

"Is that true?" Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows, "I only know that in anime, most childhood sweethearts cannot beat the sky, and who said childhood sweethearts are going to fall in love? Are you and that Li Yuan also in love?"

Ning Yu was stunned: "He and I are not childhood sweethearts..."

"Don't everyone say you are childhood sweethearts?"

Zheng Tinghe said casually.

"He and I are elementary school classmates and junior high school classmates. Can this be considered a childhood sweetheart?"

Ning Yu's tone was a little confused.

Zheng Tinghe nodded: "Why don't you count? Including high school, you are a classmate for twelve years, so this fate is rare."

Ning Yu pursed her lips thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense."

In front of Zheng Tinghe, Ye Yao took a sip of hot water and inadvertently turned her head to glance at the back.

What caught her eye was Zheng Tinghe lazily lying on the table, smiling on his face, chatting with Ning Yu.

Ning Yu, who has always listened carefully and never stopped, was actually responding to Zheng Tinghe.

Ye Yao was not surprised that Xiao Chichi was such a person. She had a cold and world-weary face. However, she could talk to anyone, and she was not cold-hearted, but she was quite active and reckless.

However, Ning Yu was a little surprised by Ye Yao.

Even the class monitor started to get off the class. Is the lethality of Xiao Chichi's face so great?

Seeing Zheng Tinghe sneezing again, Ye Yao's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. After thinking about it, she still didn't return the clothes to Zheng Tinghe.

She knew that he would not continue, and there was no need to do it in vain.

Here, Ning Yu pouted: "Don't talk to me. I haven't listened to the class yet."

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows, rubbed his itchy nose, and stopped talking.

Indeed, it seems rude to disturb others in class.

Ning Yu looked at Zheng Tinghe wearing a thin turtleneck sweater, thought for a while, and handed Zheng Tinghe the cup that he had just received hot water.

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows, this girl is pretty good.

He was not polite either, he took the water cup and unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Yu looked at Zheng Tinghe in surprise, his face slightly blushed.

"Didn't you give me a drink?"

Zheng Tinghe blinked in confusion.

Ning Yu snatched the water cup with a red face: "I'm asking you to warm your hands, why are you drinking it?"

The voice was a little aggrieved. She had been drinking this cup. Isn’t it just an indirect kiss?

Although he has also kissed me...

Zheng Tinghe scratched his temple awkwardly, it turned out that he had misunderstood...

"I've kissed you, what's wrong with drinking water..."

Zheng Tinghe muttered in a low voice.

Although the voice was weak, Ning Yu still heard it, and Ning Yu's delicate pretty face turned redder: "You still say! You are not allowed to mention this matter!"

In the clear eyes, there was mist everywhere, and I felt very aggrieved.

Zheng Tinghe didn't expect that Ning Yu could hear such a low voice. He coughed lightly: "Kissing is a very normal thing. Many people use it to soothe their feelings, you don't have to care too much."

"Bastard." Ning Yu cursed aggrievedly, "That was my first kiss."

Girls all have beautiful longings for their first kiss, and Ning Yu is no exception.

But her first kiss was neither romantic nor surprising.

First kiss.

Zheng Tinghe was stunned. He looked at Ning Yu's red lips with lip balm. Somehow, his mood suddenly became a little confused.
Chapter completed!