Chapter 533 The strange youngest
"Youngest, can you drink water by yourself?"
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
Xiao Xiao took a pillow and put it on the bedside, helped him lean back on the pillow, and then handed the water glass to Zhao Luzheng.
But his hand never left, steadying the bottom of the cup.
……
Zhao Luzheng drank the water from the cup greedily.
The too hasty movements caused the water to splash out.
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"Drink slowly."
Zhang Bo took a paper towel and wiped the water-stained quilt.
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Zhao Luzheng's frown relaxed a little.
The warm water moistened his dry and burning throat. Even though the pain was still there, it was no longer so sticky and uncomfortable.
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"Do you want more?"
Seeing Zhao Luzheng finish a glass of water in a few gulps, Xiao Xiao took the water glass and asked.
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
Xiao Xiao handed the water cup to Zhuge Yun, "Second brother, pour me another glass of water."
"Warm."
"Oh."
Zhuge Yun rarely obeyed and went to pour water.
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Xiao Xiao probed Zhao Luzheng's forehead. The scorching temperature almost gave Xiao Xiao the illusion of being burned.
"So hot?"
"Yes, youngest, haven't you felt it before?"
“I suddenly had such a bad cold.”
Zhang Bo was a little puzzled by the youngest's slowness.
"I thought it would be better after a sleep."
"I didn't expect..."
Zhao Luzheng's voice was hoarse and dry. He was also very surprised. He had known that he would have taken medicine when he found out he was feeling unwell yesterday.
Now he has a sore throat, stuffy nose, headache, general weakness, and feels extremely uncomfortable.
A moment of neglect resulted in a severe cold, and Zhao Luzheng regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
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"Tsk, tsk, you deserve it."
Zhang Bo smacked his lips, "You kid, just have a good rest today."
Seeing Zhuge Yun bring the water cup, he handed the cold medicine he had just found to Xiao Xiao, "Cold medicine."
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Xiao Xiao helped Zhao Luzheng take medicine and drink water, and then helped him lie down.
Zhang Bo brought another quilt over and said, "Youngest, just take a nap with your hands on the quilt and sweat all over."
"We will buy you porridge at noon."
"My youngest, don't kick the quilt."
Zhuge Yun smiled a bit jokingly.
Zhao Luzheng rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Okay, let's go and let the youngest have a good rest."
Xiao Xiao waited for Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun to walk out of the dormitory, turned around and closed the door, "Click~"
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After class, Xiao Xiao and others went to a porridge shop near the school and packed up two bowls of white porridge and a bowl of mushroom and green vegetable porridge. After all, they were tall boys over 1.8 meters tall. Even if they had a bad appetite because of a cold, they still felt that a bowl of porridge was enough. Too little.
Moreover, porridge is digested quickly and does not satisfy hunger.
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The mushroom and green vegetable porridge was added by Zhuge Yun. According to him, the white porridge was too bland and had no taste at all.
It's so pitiful that you can't even eat something good when you're sick.
In response, Zhang Bo and Xiao Xiao both had twitching corners of their mouths.
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"Young Master, wouldn't it be better if you just pack him some big fish and meat and go back?"
Zhang Bo really couldn't hold back his desire to complain.
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Unexpectedly, Zhuge Yun looked at Zhang Bo in shock: "People who are sick should not eat greasy food. Boss, you don't know this?"
"Every three-year-old child knows this."
Zhang Bo: ...his fists are really itchy and he wants to hit someone. What should I do?
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Xiao Xiao pursed his lips and tried hard not to raise the corners of his mouth.
But the smile in his eyes could not be controlled.
He coughed and said, "Okay, let's go back quickly. The youngest should be hungry."
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Because the curtains on the balcony were not opened, the bedroom was dark.
Xiao Xiao and the others walked into the dormitory quietly, and the sound of the door closing was particularly loud in the silent room.
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Xiao Xiao, Zhang Bo, and Zhuge Yun made eye contact with each other for a while, and decided to wake Zhao Luzheng up first and let him eat before going to bed.
Moreover, if the temperature does not drop, you must continue to take medicine.
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"The youngest."
"Wake up."
Zhang Bo gently pushed Zhao Luzheng's shoulder.
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Zhao Luzheng vaguely heard someone calling him and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were stuck together as if they were glued.
It took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes just a slit.
The faint light gradually dispelled the fog in his eyes.
Zhao Luzheng's groggy brain became somewhat sober.
"...Boss?"
The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.
"Stop talking and drink some water first."
Zhang Bo helped Zhao Luzheng get up, and with one hand he had already put the pillow on the head of the bed for Zhao Luzheng to lean on.
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"Youngest, why don't you feel better after resting all morning?"
"My face is still so ugly."
Zhuge Yun looked at Zhao Luzheng's pale, bloodless lips and the abnormal flush on his cheeks and asked worriedly, "Do you feel better?"
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After Zhao Luzheng drank the water in big gulps, he was stunned for a while and then shook his head sluggishly, "I don't know."
"It's still hard."
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"Let's have some porridge first."
"People will feel better when their stomach is full."
Xiao Xiao handed a small computer desk to Zhang Bo. After watching him set it up, he carefully handed the porridge he took out of the bag to him.
Zhang Bo put the porridge bowl on the computer table and put the spoon into the bowl, "Okay, maknae, let's eat."
"When you are full, you will be energetic."
When he turned around, he saw Zhao Luzheng, who was originally weak, as if he had been injected with a strength potion. His back was very straight, leaning on the pillow, and even slightly bent forward.
He looked stunned and impatient.
My eyes, which were blurry due to a cold, suddenly became bright and even a bit dazzling.
Zhang Bo was even surprised to notice that Zhao Luzheng's whole body was trembling slightly, his hands on the quilt were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were knotted.
"Youngest, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Bo was simply shocked, "Are you uncomfortable?"
But Zhao Luzheng ignored him, his burning eyes fixed in a certain direction, and his expression became more and more excited.
He couldn't help but look in the direction of Zhao Luzheng's gaze.
Is it... the third child?
"Youngest, why are you staring at the third one like that?"
Zhuge Yun also noticed something was wrong with Zhao Luzheng and asked strangely.
……
wrong.
Xiao Xiao looked into Zhao Luzheng's eyes. The focus of his eyes was not on him, but on...his right shoulder?
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
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"Old-"
Zhang Bo didn't understand Zhao Luzheng's state at this time, and was a little worried that he was suffering from fever. Just when he was worried and about to call him, Zhao Luzheng said, "Three, third brother."
The voice was incredibly dry and hoarse due to illness, but due to the owner's high mood, it revealed an unexpected sharpness.
Even though he was calling Xiao Xiao, Zhao Luzheng did not turn his eyes to Xiao Xiao's face, but still stared at Xiao Xiao's right shoulder without blinking.
(End of chapter)