Chapter 9 Cold

Fortunately, we were in a private room, so Chen Zhihe's shouting did not attract anyone's attention.

In fact, this kind of shouting is quite normal in Internet cafes.

After his eyes adapted to the dim environment of the private room, Chen Zhihe took a closer look and asked doubtfully:

"Lin Qingxuan?"

But it's not Lin Qingxuan.

I saw Lin Qingxuan looking at Chen Zhihe awkwardly and not saying anything.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Zhihe thought hard and couldn't figure out why Lin Qingxuan was in the Internet cafe at this time, and behind him.

Lin Qingxuan lowered her head and did not answer.

She felt extremely embarrassed at the moment, and she didn't know why. Seeing Chen Zhihe flipping through his notes intently and typing on the keyboard, she forgot about the time for a moment.

It was ridiculous enough to come to Chen Zhihe on impulse, but now he found out.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. A feeling of grievance came to my heart, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing Lin Qingxuan not speaking, Chen Zhihe didn't know what to do.

He was not blind, so he could naturally see the girl's bewilderment.

"I'm done." Chen Zhihe put the things into his schoolbag, paused, and asked softly, "Let's go back together?"

Lin Qingxuan nodded and followed Chen Zhihe obediently.

Until this moment, Chen Zhihe still couldn't figure out how this girl appeared.

Along the way, the two of them didn't speak, just walked silently one behind the other, walking slowly.

There was no one on the street, and the moonlight and street lights filtered through the evergreen leaves, making the ground mottled.

"Is it cold?" Chen Zhihe broke the silence.

"Um."

Lin Qingxuan didn't know what she was thinking. She lowered her head and held her shoulders with her hands. It was not her usual appearance at all.

Sighing, Chen Zhihe said helplessly: "If it's cold, walk faster." After saying that, he took off his down jacket, put it on Lin Qingxuan, and then zipped it up.

Lifting his body, Chen Zhihe pulled up the hood of his down jacket and put it on Lin Qingxuan's head.

The pace quickens.

Soon the two came back.

After sending Lin Qingxuan to the door and watching her go in, Chen Zhihe turned around and entered the house.

…

The next morning, Chen Zhihe woke up in a daze.

It's already seven o'clock.

There is no doubt that Chen Zhihe has a cold.

Struggling to sit up, Chen Zhihe felt that his limbs were weak and his head hurt a little. He touched his forehead and saw a slight fever, but fortunately it was not serious. Chen Zhihe sighed: "How can you pretend to be a gentleman?"

Being late means you are definitely late, but you still have to attend class.

When getting up and getting dressed, Chen Zhihe found that he only had one down jacket, so he had to find a thick coat to put on.

After simply washing up, Chen Zhihe hurried to school without even bothering to have breakfast.

When I arrived at the classroom, the head teacher was standing at the door.

Facing the head teacher's questioning look, Chen Zhihe coughed and explained, "Sorry, I have a cold."

After sizing up Chen Zhihe, he waved his head and motioned for him to enter the classroom. The head teacher said, "Wear thicker clothes."

Walking to the seat, Lin Qingxuan stood up and made room for Chen Zhihe.

Chen Zhihe walked in and saw his down jacket lying on his chair.

Putting down his schoolbag, Chen Zhihe picked up his down jacket and put it on.

At this time, the two boys behind him looked at each other and expressed their doubts to each other.

Why did Lin Qingxuan bring Chen Zhihe’s clothes? What happened between them last night?

Where no one knows, there is a broken glass heart on the ground.

It wasn't until Chen Zhihe came to the classroom that Lin Qingxuan's heart calmed down.

Chen Zhihe looked at Lin Qingxuan and found that she was looking at him, as if she was worried or asking something.

"I kind of overslept." Chen Zhihe explained.

"Ah Qiu."

A sneeze exposed Chen Zhihe's lie.

"Uh, I have a cold, a small problem." Chen Zhihe said without changing his expression.

Lin Qingxuan looked at Chen Zhihe like this and was a little speechless, forgetting her previous worries for a moment.

"I'm sorry." After a while, a note was passed over.

"It's okay, do you want to give you some oral tutoring?" Chen Zhihe passed the note.

"Okay." The note was passed over again.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night, as if nothing happened.

Lin Qingxuan didn't want to mention it, but Chen Zhihe didn't know how to mention it.

Chen Zhihe, who has found a solution, no longer wants to waste time on morning self-study.

Um.

Making money is more important.

In his eyes, Lin Qingxuan is a gold mine. If he can go to the United States to study, he knows that Lin Qingxuan will not be short of money.

Then, half an hour of oral tutoring began.

"Spoken English mainly means listening more, speaking more, knowing what others are saying, and then answering based on what others say."

"So, from the beginning, you have to say the words correctly, and phonetic symbols are the key."

"There are differences between American pronunciation and British pronunciation. The TOEFL test tests American pronunciation, so you must be careful not to get confused."

"Listen more. I recommend you to watch American TV series. You know "Friends", but it doesn't matter if you don't know. This is an American TV series. It's relatively old, but the lines don't have any uncommon words. They all use vocabulary that often appears in daily life. Find it online.

There are many resources available.”

"You just read it first, then try to understand it without reading the subtitles, and finally read along, just follow the characters in it and say whatever they say."

"In normal times, you can also talk to me in English. It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, I will remind you."

…

…

Chen Zhihe talked nonstop, while Lin Qingxuan listened quietly, nodded from time to time, and wrote down the key points in her notebook.

Half an hour passed quickly.

…

noon.

After lunch.

Some people were still basking in the sun outside, while Lin Qingxuan and Chen Zhihe returned to the classroom.

Chen Zhihe didn't read, probably because he had a cold. He felt sleepy after eating, so he lay down on the table to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt someone push him, and when he raised his head, he saw that it was Lin Qingxuan.

I saw Lin Qingxuan holding the Doraemon water cup in her hand.

"This is for you, brown sugar ginger tea. If you have a cold, drink this before going to bed. It will heal quickly." Lin Qingxuan put the ginger tea on Chen Zhihe's table, seeming a little hesitant and shy.

Chen Zhihe, who was still a little angry when he got up, immediately lost his temper after hearing these words, and said thank you in a daze.

I didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

After saying that, he picked up the water glass and started drinking.

The temperature is not hot, just right.

What a careful girl.

After drinking, Chen Zhihe returned the water glass to Lin Qingxuan.

After putting down the water glass, Lin Qingxuan asked:
To be continued...