In order to coax the gods to sleep, the tyrant is bald

Chapter 6

?Sore throat

let me tell

This is really fresh.

Fu Chao neither agreed nor refused, saying that he would consider it.

Gao Lang didn't bother, and simply left.

After another two hours of tormenting each other for make-up lessons, Fu Chao felt that his voice was going to fail.

Fortunately, I didn't have a headache today, which is a blessing in misfortune.

Hoping to get another three hours of sleep today, his wish was so humble.

For this reason, I turned off the desk lamp as soon as twelve o'clock to brew sleepiness.

Sleep the body, sleep the arms, sleep the legs, sleep the feet, sleep the neck, sleep the head, relax, relax, sleep and sleep...

Fu Chao hinted in his heart over and over again, but the more he hinted, the more sober he became.

I looked at my phone again, it was 02:30 in the middle of the night.

It’s over.

He stared blankly at the roof for a while, and finally turned on the desk lamp with no expression on his face, and studied.The medicine has not had time to buy, and he has no choice but to study.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Gao Lang was awakened by the rustling sound of flipping a book, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a light next to him.

"Woke you up? I'm sorry." Fu Chao's voice was hoarse, and he raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp.

"It's okay." Gao Lang instructed through the curtain, "Hurry up and sleep, there's still class tomorrow."

"Ah."

Fu Chao lay down and didn't speak anymore.

After a long while, he suddenly heard the voice next to him say, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Just sleep."

After a while, the person above the head suddenly asked: "Are you unable to sleep?"

Fu Chao didn't say a word, and silently pulled the quilt over his nose, only showing his red eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"You breathe differently when you fall asleep." The other side continued to explain in a low voice.

"Sleep yours." He turned over irritably and continued to pretend to sleep.

At this moment, the bed curtain swayed slightly, and a big hand suddenly appeared next to the pillow, hitting Fu Chao right in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Fu Chao's face was filled with irritability.

"Grab my hand, my hand is designed to cure insomnia." Gao Lang's voice came from the other side of the bed curtain, as if playing a joke.

"Get out! Don't look for a fight!" Fu Chao rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to give it away. He was exhausted fighting against insomnia, and he really didn't have the mood to mess around with him. It's annoying.

"Really, this is my family's unique secret recipe. If you don't believe me, try it. It won't hurt you if you try it." Gao Lang's low voice echoed in his ears, "What if? What if it works for you? ? Try it and you will have a very comfortable sleep. Have you not slept well for a long time? Believe me, you will not be disappointed."

In this silent late night, Gao Lang's words seemed to be inexplicably bewitched, what if?What if it really works?Although his rationality told him to listen to his nonsense, he still couldn't help but start to feel excited, and when he realized that his hand was already held by that big hand.

The first thing he felt was the heat, which was completely different from his own, so hot that he couldn't help but shrink back.But in an instant, he was held tightly, unable to move.

"Don't move, hold it tightly." Gao Lang on the other side of the curtain suppressed his voice, "Don't talk, don't think about anything, close your eyes, and you will fall asleep soon, I promise."

How can I not think about it, holding hands with someone I don't know very well in the middle of the night is just too weird, isn't it?This strange texture, superimposition of strange body temperature, even he seemed to be able to smell a strange smell that did not belong to him in his nose.This is clearly a gesture of being too close, and it shouldn't belong to semi-strange people like them.

"Close your eyes, let yourself go, and imagine that you are soaking in a hot spring, the hot spring water..."

"I've never soaked before." Fu Chao interrupted him.

"Fu Shen, I'm helping you sleep." Gao Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You seem to have pulled your hands, so why don't you cooperate?"

Fu Chao stopped talking immediately, feeling like he was thinking of the dog that bit Lu Dongbin.People are kind enough to help themselves, overcome it, what if it really works?

"Imagine you are standing under the shower, hot water is pouring on you, comfortable..."

This time Fu Chao didn't interrupt again, he was about to be tormented by insomnia and closed his eyes, trying to let himself go.

The heat from the hands is coming continuously, and the strength of the grip with a sense of restraint does not make people uncomfortable, but it seems to be cherished.

What treasure, is your brain showing off?Fu Chao laughed, but his consciousness gradually became blurred, and everything became hazy.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of breathing above his head became longer and he fell asleep.

It can be regarded as falling asleep, coaxing the red-eyed rabbit to sleep is more tiring than playing basketball.

Gao Lang slowly withdrew his hand, and silently shook his numb arm, listening to his regular breathing filled with satisfaction.

Obviously whether he sleeps or not has nothing to do with me, but I just can't see him suffering, I just want to help him, like a demon.

Am I also a dog?He couldn't help but think of the way he saw him for the first time. It seemed that the time was amazed at a glance, but it was more of a nameless sense of intimacy, wanting to see an old friend who had been waiting for a long time.

What he told Fu Chao was never empty words, they were all true.

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After sleeping until dawn, when Fu Chao opened his eyes, he had the illusion that Jinxi was He Xi. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't slept so well.

No headache, no sore eyes, whole body relaxed as if untied, so comfortable that I don't even want to get out of bed.

If he could, he really wanted to sleep with him for another three days and three nights to make up all the debts he owed before.

Unfortunately, I still have to go to class.

No, what time is it?

Fu Chao's face changed suddenly, he grabbed his phone and looked, it was [-]:[-], the morning self-study was almost over.

"No matter what..." This is the point.Patronizing to be happy to be able to sleep, I opened my mouth only to find that my throat was completely useless, and it hurt terribly to swallow saliva.The fire that had been going on for such a long time came out all of a sudden, and it all hit the throat.

But no matter how much it hurts, he doesn't care about it, he's late!

The first time he was late was because he overslept, and he didn't know whether to be annoyed or happy.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer? I told the teacher that you are not feeling well, so I asked for leave for you." As soon as Fu Chao sat down, Gao Lang came over, "Are you full of sleep? Why don't you lie down and sleep for a while?"

Fu Chao shook his head, pointed to his throat, and wrote in his notebook: Thank you last night.

"Don't be polite to me." Gao Lang took out milk, eggs and bread from the belly of the table again, "Didn't eat breakfast, here you are."

Fu Chao took the milk, gave him the other two, and wrote: I have a sore throat so I don't want to eat. I'll treat you to dinner at noon.

"Thank me?"

Fu Chao nodded.

"Then you can be my model."

Fu Chao bit his straw and frowned slightly, and wrote in his notebook: You're trying to repay your kindness.

"Then will you report it?"

Fu Chao thought for a while, "I'll give you two hours after the monthly exam."

Gao Lang looked at him pitifully, "I can only draw a small sketch in two hours, I want to paint oil paintings."

Fu Chao put the empty box aside, took a throat lozenge, picked up the test paper and began to study the questions. Obviously, there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

Gao Lang sighed and stuffed the egg bread into his mouth, well, the bread is a bit too sweet, next time I will change it to a different kind.

Today is the last tutoring session. Tomorrow is the weekend and everyone has to go home tonight, so this class has been brought forward to the end of the afternoon, so that it will not delay people going home after the tutoring session.

In order not to delay things, Fu Chao went to the infirmary to prescribe medicine, and drank water desperately, hoping that his throat would be better at night, at least he must be able to talk, otherwise it would be troublesome.

In order to deal with emergencies, he urgently made one, two, and three plans, but none of them seemed perfect.He received the money, so he can't smash the signboard.

Headache.

Time flew by, and it was time to go to make up lessons, but his voice was still barely able to make a sound, and he couldn't speak much at all.what to do?

Thinking of this, he paused the pen in his hand, and his pretty face became dark.

He was having a headache, and Yang Ziyu was in a mess again.

"Fushen, come climb the mountain with us next weekend."

Fu Chao shook his head, expressionless.

"Where to climb?" Gao Lang became interested.

"Xiaojinshan in the east of the city, my brother built a live CS club there, and we are going to have a game, Gao Xueba, do you want to join us?"

Gao Lang smiled, "I'll go if you pay attention."

"Gao Xueba, at least we are the ones who can compete with Fu Shen, and we can't be the tail of a student god." Yang Ziyu groaned strangely.

"I'm happy." Gao Lang was not excited at all, and looked at Fu Chao with a smile, "Fu Shen, at the same table, I'll be with you, I'll listen to you."

Fu Chao was speechless, and quickly wrote, "If you can cure my throat, I will go."

"Your throat will last for a few days, let's take care of it." Gao Lang handed over the water glass on the table, "Drink more water, detoxify, and get rid of the fire."

"Gao Xueba, why are you drinking more water like an old man? My dad says that every day." Yang Ziyu bluffed, then turned his head to lobby Fu Chao, "It doesn't hurt to have a sore throat, let's go together Well, my brother also hired a southern chef who can cook, and the squirrel mandarin fish is a must! Fushen, don’t you like sweet and sour? I guarantee that you will want to eat it once and think about it next time.”

Fu Chao's eyes lit up, he was really moved by the fish, and wrote: "How much?"

"It's so vulgar to raise money. If Fushen can go, it's for my face. If the loess paves the road and sprinkles the water to quiet the street, it's all negligence. How dare you raise money?" Yang Ziyu opened his mouth like a bunch of poor people, and successfully amused the two of them.

Another sentence appeared in the notebook: "Hurry up, I have to see if the budget is enough."

"No need, if Fu Shen is really sorry, just give me a share of this bet." Yang Ziyu finally showed his fox tail, and wanted to bet on such a big circle.

It's not good for Fu Chao to bet on the questions. He has always only given those who make up lessons. This is his secret weapon, and it's a secret that can't be said.

He set a rule for the first make-up class, and he couldn't spread it outside.But the first time, someone didn't listen, and made the bets all over the world. Of course, Fu Chao was unhappy, and then he didn't start classes at all in the second month, and those who had benefited from tutoring were so angry that they vented that The question was beaten to death.They are all pointing to passing the cram school, how can they pass without learning the gods!Can it still be good!

Since then, everyone has a tacit understanding that it is a matter of life and death in the exam, and it is self-evident to help others or help yourself.However, Fushen’s betting on the questions is not back and forth. Only one copy is issued when you are in a good mood. It may not be a subject, but every time you make a bet, you will be able to bet on the big questions. It is definitely worth having.

Yang Ziyu wanted it, but he didn't take part in tutoring, so he had to find a way around it.

Fu Chao gave him a strange look, and wrote: "Why do you need it for the third in your class? It doesn't do much to you."

"I'm useful, very useful." Yang Ziyu embraced Fu Chao's writing hand with all his arms, his eyes sparkled, "Whether my first love can hold hands or not depends entirely on you, Fu Shen."

Fu Chao withdrew his hand and continued to write: "You're embarrassing me."

Gao Lang handed over a wet towel, and Fu Chao wiped his hands with it without thinking.

"I promise no one else will know."

The notebook continued: "In this way, if you can cure my throat, I'll give it away for nothing."

"Can't you be so cruel? There is no way to get well soon, and I'm not a doctor." Yang Ziyu lay on the table, feeling hopeless, "My first love is gone."

"Don't linger on feelings that are too fragile. It's not yours, and it's destined not to be yours." Gao Lang didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"I said Gao Xueba, what's the matter with you, do you support Fu Shen unconditionally no matter what you do?" Yang Ziyu stared.

"He didn't do anything wrong." Gao Lang didn't answer directly, this sentence has exposed too much.

"Another one fell down under Fushen's school uniform pants, Brother Gao, you are not the first, nor will you be the last, how precious." After saying that, he bowed his hands and turned away. He had to find a way to save his love.

After walking away in confusion, Gao Lang asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with you?"

?

"Just now you mentioned twice to heal your throat. You should know that your throat won't heal for a while." Gao Lang looked at him, "Is there something that you have to use your throat for? Let me guess, tutoring?"

Fu Chao glanced at him.

"Really?" Gao Lang asked again.

Fu Chao nodded.

"Is there a lesson plan?"

Fu Chao nodded again.He didn't make up lessons blindly, the lesson plans were all carefully summarized, otherwise the effect would not be surprising.But what does he mean by that, is it...

Gao Lang waved his hand, "I'll explain it for you."