thefictionvixens Chapter 90: You're not allowed to play with the joystick when you're sick.
Chapter 90: You're not allowed to play with the joystick when you're sick.
Gu Zhibei fell asleep to the sound of soft rain.
When I woke up, my temples were throbbing.
My bones felt heavy and stiff, my throat was dry and parched, and every breath I took was burning hot. I felt both hot and cold all over.
Have you caught a cold?
Realizing this, Gu Zhibei struggled to sit up in bed.
My forehead was indeed a bit hot, and it was difficult to even raise my hand.
I didn't feel tired at all yesterday, but I have a fever today... Is this a case of jinxing?
Logically speaking, he should have just asked for sick leave. Teaching while sick is nothing more than inefficient self-gratification.
However, the school has arranged a monthly exam today, which is his chance to prove his hard work to Jiang Youyu, so he has to get through it no matter what.
Gu Zhibei staggered out of the room, but the girl noticed something was wrong as soon as he left the bedroom.
"My head is so hot...!" Jiang Youyu was startled.
She quickly urged the boy to sit down, her face full of urgency:
"Do you have any medicine at home? Should we just go to the hospital? I'll go with you… No, we need Aunt Zhou, or Pei Qingning…"
"It's fine."
Gu Zhibei interrupted her.
"It's just a slight fever; some fever reducer will do the trick."
"How come nothing's wrong?!"
Jiang Youyu's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
As soon as she finished speaking, she paused slightly, realizing her lapse in composure.
Jiang Youyu grabbed his hand:
"Gu Zhibei, please listen to me, at least stay home and rest for a day until your fever goes down before going to school..."
The girl's eyes were filled with worry and pleading.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Gu Zhibei remained silent for two seconds, then stopped arguing.
If we make Xiaoyuer worry, we're putting the cart before the horse.
He sighed, "I was hoping to get good grades in the monthly exam and ask my senior for a better reward... It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent."
"If you have a fever, just rest properly!" The girl was both angry and annoyed.
What time is it, and you're still thinking about this kind of thing?
What does he usually think about?
Jiang Youyu handed him some plain porridge: "Have some first, fill your stomach... Where's the medicine at home?"
"In the kitchen cabinets."
Gu Zhibei endured the pain in his throat.
"I'll go get it... You're so short, you can't reach it even if you jump."
"..."
Jiang Youyu chose to ignore the second half of his sentence.
After receiving the medicine, Gu Zhibei drank it with some white porridge.
His family keeps a full range of medicines, including those for stomach aches, fevers, colds, and more. His parents always check his medicines every time they come home.
"Oh, right, Pei Qingning is still waiting at the door."
Gu Zhibei put down the bowl.
Although he had no appetite and his throat was sore, accepting the girl's kindness was a basic skill for a man.
He explained, "After all, we're classmates and neighbors across the hall, so she often waits for me at the door."
"oh."
Jiang Youyu gave him a disgruntled look.
Does he really think I'm that stupid?
It would have been fine for a day or two, but they went to and from school together every day. Did they think she wouldn't notice?
It's nothing more than taking a quick glance down from the balcony.
She couldn't be bothered to care about such things.
She would be content as long as Gu Zhibei didn't think about other girls when he was with her.
Once he leaves or departs from her, how can Jiang Youyu possibly control him?
If she were to consume all this vinegar, she would be so sour she'd die of jealousy, even more so than lemon essence.
Sometimes, playing dumb is a better choice than crying and making a scene.
Girls who are persistent and unreasonable will have 200 million points deducted from their score.
Therefore, Gu Zhibei's worries were completely useless.
Jiang Youyu opened the door.
Sure enough, Lemon Spirit was standing at the door, carrying two large bags of breakfast.
Compared to the dry, bland porridge she made herself, the porridge she prepared was many times more abundant.
Humph.
Anyway, it went into Gu Zhibei's stomach, so if he benefited, it was the same as her benefiting, so there was nothing to be jealous about.
Upon seeing Jiang Youyu open the door, Pei Qingning's raised eyebrows instantly drooped: "I'm looking for Gu Zhibei."
"...He has a fever." Jiang Youyu wasn't in the mood to argue with her and let her in directly.
As the lemons (a Chinese slang term for those who are overly envious) came more and more often, she gradually got used to it... Of course, she still hated them.
Upon entering the house, Pei Qingning immediately went to Gu Zhibei's side.
She looked at the sickly boy, her eyes filled with deep worry and a hint of helplessness.
"Gu Zhibei, drink your medicine..."
Pei Qingning wanted to hug him, but she was afraid he would be uncomfortable, so she stopped abruptly and stood frozen in place, at a loss.
"You've already taken your medicine. It's just a slight fever. You'll be fine after a nap," Gu Zhibei comforted her.
The young lady handed him a steamed bun: "Eat your fill, and you'll get better."
Gu Zhibei hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to take it, a small hand pushed the bun back.
"Don't eat greasy food when you have a fever. Don't you even know this basic common sense?" Jiang Youyu said coldly.
"I…"
Pei Qingning stared blankly, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the xiaolongbao.
Under the girl's indifferent gaze, she couldn't say anything and finally silently put the xiaolongbao away.
Pei Qingning prepares two breakfasts every day, one of which has an extra fried dough stick, which is for Gu Zhibei, because she has found that he prefers crunchy things.
She loved watching Gu Zhibei eat, especially the food she fed him. Watching him devour the food bite by bite gave Pei Qingning a genuine sense of satisfaction and peace of mind.
But now, she could only hold the breakfast prepared for him blankly, the warmth from her palms offering her no sense of security whatsoever.
He is sick.
But I don't know what to do.
Neither of the two girls was in the mood to compete with the other at that moment.
After Gu Zhibei lay down on the bed to rest, the two exchanged a glance, tacitly left the bedroom, and closed the door.
"Don't tell me you're planning to go to school today." Jiang Youyu lowered her voice, but it was still very cold.
If the jealous girl ignores him and finds him troublesome, then she will never allow her to have any contact with Gu Zhibei again.
A girl who isn't even willing to take care of others doesn't deserve to be liked by others.
Pei Qingning shook her head.
The tense coldness on Jiang Youyu's face finally dissipated by most.
If her legs were fine and she could take good care of Gu Zhibei, she would be more than happy for that jerk to leave.
But now she needs someone who can take care of him properly.
Even if you hate it, you can only put up with it.
Jiang Youyu continued, "Go boil some water now... I know you're a pampered young lady, but you can at least boil some water, right?"
"Um."
Pei Qingning was even more docile than she had imagined.
Like a drowning cat, she would desperately grab onto whatever floats by, whether it's a lifebuoy or a plank studded with spikes.
Looking at her obedient appearance, Jiang Youyu felt inexplicably more irritated.
She suppressed her emotions and instructed Pei Qingning to bring a room-temperature damp towel.
The two quietly entered the room.
The boy on the bed was already asleep, his breathing shallow and rapid, his brows always tightly furrowed.
He couldn't sleep soundly at all.
Jiang Youyu touched his face tenderly.
Pei Qingning stood to the side, her lips pressed tightly together, but she said nothing.
Their eyes met again.
In just a moment, they each looked away.
Jiang Youyu stared quietly at the boy's face, a strong sense of resentment flashing in her eyes.
She suddenly said calmly:
"Lift up his clothes."