"Ah~! It hurts so much!"

At night, Zhao Qian suddenly covered her stomach and groaned, her nose was covered with broken hair and sweat beads, her lips trembled, and the wooden bed swayed with her moan...

Zhao Qian got up with difficulty and smashed her pillow to the bed opposite. "Meimei, I'm going to hang up! If you don't send it to the infirmary, you have to be a widow!"

Zhang Meimei stuck out her face with half a mask on her face, blinked her empty eyes, and asked in surprise: "Ah? What's wrong with you, Daqian? Are you dysmenorrhea?"

Another piercing pain spread in the lower abdomen, as if an arm was stretched into the stomach, peeling it hard, trying to kill the girl in the flower season. Zhao Qian was already sweating profusely, and her nails were embedded in her palms.

I didn't make such a fuss when my relatives came! And the date wasn't right.

A chill flashed through Zhao Qian's handsome eyes, and she began to feel ashamed and regretful about her free meal today.

"It must be a bad stomach!"

Holding her body and putting on her clothes, Zhao Qian pushed Zhang Meimei's bed frame and urged: "Are you getting up? You're so unrighteous!"

"It's really that serious! Go to the infirmary?"

Zhang Meimei resisted and was so angry that she had to get out of bed and run with her.

...

In the infusion hall of the school medical center, Zhang Meimei yelled and complained: "Daqian, why are you so damaging to the stomach? Last time the class monitor celebrated her birthday, you also had a stomachache in the middle of the night, which made me not sleep all night."

"Mimei, do you have a conscience? And say such words."

Zhao Qian glared at Zhang Meimei coldly, looked up at the drops and drops on the infusion stand, frowned.

"Meimei, don't you accompany me to meet netizens?" Zhao Qian suddenly asked pitifully again, looking at Zhang Meimei, who was squinting her eyes beside her, and her forehead wrinkled out of terraces.

"But besides you, I can't think of a second person who can accompany me there."

Zhang Meimei was leaning on the chair and dozing off. When she heard this, she shook her head in a daze and rubbed her eyes to look at Zhao Qian: "Daqian, why haven't you given up yet? You said everything, I won't go!"

Zhang Meimei rubbed her temples to wake herself up, looked up at Zhao Qian's medicine bottle, and reached out to stroke the infusion tube.

"And, I advise you not to go for the time being! It is very dangerous for netizens to meet, be careful not to lose their virginity..."

"Pooh!"

Zhao Qian cursed, flipped her phone and showed Zhang Meimei the photos.

"Hey, it's this person in the photo."

Zhang Meimei was a little myopic, so she leaned over to look at her face for a long time, and grabbed her neck: "It looks quite energetic,...but, the photo is super unreliable! Can we meet a real person?"

"So you have to go and see me!" Zhao Qian seemed to see hope, and covered Zhang Meimei's hand and begged: "You just go with me, just treat it as a trip?"

Zhang Meimei looked at her incredibly and explained: "I mean, apart from photos, you have never thought about videos with him online? Otherwise, you can just call it over now and the tragic tragedy in front of you will be in front of him."

"Ah?" Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment. She had been in love online for so long, and she really didn't think about sending a video to him. But now when she mentioned it, Zhao Qian still hesitated, pursed her thin lips and shook her head: "I want to arrange the first meeting with him in reality."

These silly words made Zhang Meimei laugh when she heard this, punched Zhao Qian on the shoulder and laughed: "Can you be more childish? I really don't understand how a stupid person like you got into college! Could it be that he bought points, right?"

Zhao Qian shrugged indifferently, raised her chin and tilted her head, thinking, maybe, this could be considered a sense of ritual.

Maybe, I just need such a sense of ritual!

Online love is a very strange thing! You can’t see or touch the person you love. He is real and illusory. Your world is parallel, but what he brings you is always an illusory feeling.

But that person must really exist in this world, with flesh and blood, and the same emotions and pulse as himself.

This is the reason why Zhao Qian decided to meet him! A meeting full of ritual.

...

In early July, there was a smell of burning textbooks everywhere, but no one set fires in this place.

Zhang Meimei brought back a large bouquet of roses, threw them on her bed, turned around and asked Zhao Qian who was busy packing her suitcase: "Daqian! Are you really going?"

Zhao Qian rolled her eyes at her in a hurry: "You don't accompany me, why are you asking so many questions?"

Zhang Meimei frowned apologetically, brushed her long skirt, squatted in front of Zhao Qian and asked again: "Daqian, how many days have you been there to play? What if your parents know, won't you beat you?"

Zhao Qian's hands folded her shirt paused, she tilted her head and thought for a while, and smiled at Zhang Meimei: "How could my parents know? I told them that the school will be on holiday on July 8th, haha..."

Just when Zhao Qian was proud of her cleverness, Zhang Meimei suddenly poured a basin of cold water on her: "But... what should I do if the head teacher calls your parents?"

"Ah?" Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment and blinked and asked, "Can you do?"

"Why can't it?"

Zhao Qian obviously began to worry, but she refused to think about it and smiled away. "Ah, I won't know!"

The matter of dying has been planned two months ago! After preparing for so long, how can you shake your faith before leaving? She even permed her hair for this and prepared a detailed plan, and wrote down what clothes she wore every day in the notebook one by one.

"Daqian, let me give you two things..." Zhang Meimei said as she rummaged through the cabinet, found a spray and a medicine box and threw it into Zhao Qian's suitcase.

Seeing Zhao Qian full of confusion, Zhang Meimei smiled strangely at her: "This bottle is a wolf-proof spray, self-defense. As for this... you should read the instruction manual!"

Zhao Qian picked up the pill box and looked at it. She glanced at Zhang Meimei and threw it back and scolded: "You scumbag girl! You should keep it for yourself for emergency contraception!"

"Damn it! How about you?"

"For my good deeds, you should go with me!"

Zhao Qian looked at her in anger, then looked at the spray in her suitcase, and returned it to her: "I can't bring this thing to the train, and I definitely can't use it."

"Why are you talking so absolutely? What if you meet a scumbag?"

Zhang Meimei seemed to be worried about the beauty in front of her. As soon as she entered the door, she kept talking about the topic of rushing to the scene: "Otherwise, I will teach you and my family's ancestral eighteen styles of preventing wolves,??????

“…”

...

The date of meeting with that person is July 3rd and July 8th, which is a full 6 days.

Zhao Qian didn't know what would happen in these 6 days! Maybe the best friend's concern was not unreasonable, a completely unfamiliar city, a person who didn't know much, an unpredictable journey, two men and women of the right age...

But Zhao Qian believes that that person will never do something that disrespects her. This trust is the reason why she dares to embark on a journey.
Chapter completed!