Baiqu said in a furious manner.

He really couldn't swallow this. Who knew how long it took him to fall asleep after he woke up? Is it easy for him to go to class with dark circles early in the morning?

This evil rich and powerful class!

"Bai Qu, slow down, you can ask one by one." Lu Yi chuckled, knowing that he would say a lot of things.

"...You still laugh! Do you still laugh! Do you say it or not? I will tell you, thanks to Teacher Liang's class today, you were not recorded for missing classes!" Bai Qu threw out a bombshell.

"Hmm?" Lu Yiben had no hope for this class. When he heard Bai Qu's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Teacher Liang really didn't remember me?"

"Get back and invite me to have a big meal! I can't save you one more time!" Bai Qu snorted softly.

"Thank you." Lu Yi said sincerely.

"Okay, no, I can't stand the thanks from Master Lu." Bai Qu put his phone far away from his ears on the roadside, and he almost jumped up on the road.

Liang Yuda, who was standing beside him, curled his lips, what's wrong with this?

Don’t the student union president care about his image?

...

Mo Yan had already packed up, but he always felt something was wrong and felt a little uncomfortable.

The set of clothes he changed was just right. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes flashed slightly, and he gently looked up at Lu Yi who was talking on the phone.

I can't hear the sound but I can see the expression.

He was full of thoughts, who was Lu Yi calling?

The healing smile and the soft tone are all for others.

How much has Lu Yi changed during the days when he was away?

An inexplicable irritability surged into my heart again, closed my eyes, and gently rubbed my own eyes.

I always feel it hurts a lot.

A nauseous spirit came up in his throat. Mo Yan suddenly remembered what he had just drunk, thinking disgustedly that he might be making a fool of himself in front of Lu Yi again today.

Damn it.

He hurriedly covered his mouth and walked towards the bathroom.

"vomit--"

“…”

"Okay OK, don't show off on the phone if you don't tell me."

"Okay, wait until I go back and talk."

Lu Yi on the balcony smiled and hung up the phone. Looking at the sunny weather outside, he felt that he was in a much better mood.

I turned my head and walked to the living room, poured a glass of water, and heard something seemed to be wrong in the bathroom.

When I walked to the bedroom, I saw no one, and when I walked to the bathroom, I was not there. Then I walked to the bathroom door.

"Yan Yan? Mo Yan? Are you okay?"

Mo Yan's face looked particularly ugly, and he couldn't stop vomiting while lying on the toilet mouth, "Vomit--"

Fortunately, he hasn't eaten much in the past few days, and he has drunk too much wine last night, so he feels full of nausea in his stomach.

"Don't come in!"

Mo Yan had no strength to vomit, and sat dejectedly on the side, and said softly to Lu Yi, who wanted to push the door open and come in.

"Yanyan? What's wrong with you? Is there anything I need my help?" Lu Yi stopped, and then stood at the door without further pushing open the door.

"Vomit--" Mo Yan vomited again.

I don't need your help, I just want you to leave now.

I really don't want you to see anything I look embarrassed.

"Yanyan?" Lu Yi heard something wrong with Mo Yan's voice and wanted to go in, but he could only stand outside and do it in a hurry.

After a while.

He went to the living room to pour a cup of hot water, placed it at the door, and took a clean towel and put it on the door handle.

"Yanyan, I put a glass of water and a towel for you at the door." Lu Yi said with concern inside.

"Crash--" is the sound of flushing the toilet.

Before Lu Yi left, the door of the bathroom was opened. Mo Yan's face was wet with water and his hair was covered with some water droplets.

He held the wall and looked at Lu Yi outside the door. The door was half-closed, and reached out to take the towel over.

"Thank you."

His face suddenly changed, and he turned around and closed the door and went in.

"Flame Flame!"

Lu Yi slapped the door, but Mo Yan did not respond to him.

He walked out of the bathroom, walked to the balcony, took out his cell phone and called the man named Liu Yangtong.

"Who are you feeding?" Liu Yangtong closed her eyes and groped in a daze to answer the phone.

"Yan Yan kept vomiting. What's going on? What medicine should he be given?" Lu Yidao.

"Vomiting? What does it have to do with me?" Liu Yangtong was confused when she heard it. What's going on? She was about to hang up the phone and suddenly became much more awake. "Wait, do you say Mo Yan vomited? Vomiting... Did you drink last night?"

"Can't Mo Yan drink?" Lu Yi frowned, suddenly understood something, and his hand holding the phone tightly held it.

It was him, and he injured Mo Yan without knowing it.

"Damn it! Didn't I just tell him that I couldn't smoke and drink anymore?" Liu Yangtong sat up from the bed.

OK, now I'm completely awake.

"Then...what should I do?" Lu Yi found that he seemed particularly powerless.

It is so powerless that it makes people feel a little irritable.

"What can you do? Just let that guy vomit completely. Remember not to give him sober soup, he can't drink that thing." Liu Yangtong was so angry that she was itchy.

“…It’s finished.”

"..." Liu Yangtong was choked in an instant and almost trembled with anger, "No, I said, who is you kid? Are you trying to kill Xiao Yanyan? What are your intentions to kill Xiao Yanyan?!"

"...sorry." Lu Yi did not explain. He did something wrong.

What he should know more about is that he was the one who had harmed Yan Yan, and he could obviously stop him.

...

"You don't have to say sorry to anyone." Mo Yan suddenly walked over and answered his phone.

He held the wall and said with a very tough attitude towards Liu Yangtong: "Liu Yangtong, I'm very good. He doesn't know anything. I want to drink it myself. And he didn't do anything to be sorry for me. Don't teach him a lesson in the tone of teaching me a lesson. If it's okay, don't call him again."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Liu Yangtong, who was inexplicably scolded and hung up the phone: "???"

What's this?

What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?!

...

As soon as Mo Yan hung up the phone, his aura became weaker, and his legs were weak and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Lu Yi was still standing aside and picked him up.

"Yanyan? Is it okay?" Lu Yi helped him to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Half-squatted in front of him: "Drink a sip of water and slowly."

Mo Yan seemed to be exhausted, and he couldn't straighten his waist even when he leaned against the sofa, so he simply leaned directly, but he was still so lazy, looking at Lu Yi with half-squinted eyes: "Why did you call him?"

"Flame Flame..."

"Did my eyes hurt so much last night?" Mo Yan had noticed that the ground was still very wet outside the window, and the weather was not as hot as yesterday.

You can know what's going on after thinking about it.

"That person called you last night, I answered it, and then--" Lu Yi explained.

"Have he asked you to take medicine for me?" Mo Yan looked to one side with his eyes down and interrupted him.

"Well, the medicine in your backpack." Lu Yiru said.

Mo Yan turned his head and looked at his backpack hanging on one side, saying that Liu Yangtong still had a conscience.

"Lu Yi, if you have something you want to ask, you can ask me directly, without asking him, what he knows may not be true." Mo Yan recovered a little of his strength and gently clasped the sofa chair.

"Yanyan, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask him how he takes care of you."

It hurts me so much that you do.

Lu stared at Mo Yan's eyes straight, his emotions fluctuated a little.
To be continued...