MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 40 tool cat

Last night, he said he was going to study with Yan Ci, but he came back from illness this morning, Xia Wenhan really didn't look good.

Yan Ci glanced at the boy in his arms, and then at Xia Wenhan who was in a suit and leather shoes.

...This is rice cake dumpling kiss big brother.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed the crazily possessive desire in his heart, and loosened his strength.

Xia Wenhan took the person, Xia Zhinian rubbed his head dizzily, he moved lightly, and put the person in his arms in the middle of the bed.

Yan Ci stared at the obedient boy, and tightened his slender fingers.

"Brother Xia came so fast."

Xia Zhinian lay back on the bed, completely unaware of the fierce atmosphere around him, only felt cool, and rubbed against the quilt again.

Yan Ci bent down, and flipped the quilt for him familiarly to expose his head, Xia Zhinian moved down, buried it again, and he flipped it again.

Xia Wenhan saw his skillful and natural movements, no matter how he looked, something was wrong, and his voice was cold.

"The doctor is here, please let me go."

The doctor quickly stepped forward to check the temperature.

"No big problem, just caught a cold, but be careful not to be stuffy, the young master has asthma, so be careful when you cough."

The doctor took out the liquid medicine and the needle, and hung them up in the room.

Yan Ci stood aside and watched as Xia Wenhan took out his brother's hand and handed it to the doctor. The doctor inserted the needle in with lightning speed.

The young man let out a low snort, trying to hide with his hands.

Xia Wenhan patted the quilt strangely to comfort him.

Jiang Yuan and Xia Hongyu came back together, hurriedly gathered around the bed, Jiang Yuan looked at Yan Ci, who was standing tall and tall, and thanked him warmly.

"Thank you, Xiaoci, if you hadn't sent the message, we wouldn't have known that Niannian had a fever."

Yan Ci shook his head, looked at the frail young man on the bed who was frowning, felt a little blunt in his heart, a little depressed, and sighed silently.

...Perhaps, if he hadn't pushed too hard, the rice cake dumpling would not have this disease.

When the Xia family came back, Yan Ci couldn't intervene, and his eyes stayed on the young man's abnormally red cheeks for a while.

Looking at Xia Wenhan who was surrounded by the bed but blocked in front of him, he pursed his lips and got up to say goodbye.

"Brother Xia, pay attention to him burying the quilt."

Xia Wenhan turned his head back, and said in a cold tone, "Walk slowly."

Yan Ci: "..."

Xia Zhinian's illness was fierce and violent this time. He had a fever for several days and had several bruises on the back of his hand.

When he was sober, he was very good at getting the needle, but when he was not sober, he had to use a little effort, and the needle was crooked several times.

It was raining outside, Xia Zhinian sat by the window, his face was pale, he looked down at the back of his bruised hand, pressed it, it hurt a little, and sighed lightly.

It has been several days, and the matter of handwriting can be postponed due to illness, but as long as he still goes to class to hand in homework, it will be easy to reveal the matter.

He propped up his dizzy head in the room and practiced calligraphy for a few days, and the effect was... so-so.

But it was no use procrastinating any longer, he hurried back in time.

— No. 6.9.

Chu Qingjian's birthday.

Xia Zhinian opened the back door and went in. Zou Ziqian was talking to Yuen Long sideways, when he raised his eyes and saw the pale boy at the door, he was pleasantly surprised.

"Ex-deskmate! You're back."

Yan Ci turned his head and looked over.

The young man was holding the door with one hand, he looked a little weak, coughed twice, obviously not well.

"Student Xia, are you still in good health?"

Xia Zhinian walked slowly to the seat, and Zou Ziqian came over laughing, "My former deskmate, you need to exercise your body, why do you have a headache all day long?"

"Well, cough cough, cough cough."

Xia Zhinian nodded, unable to hold back her cough.

"Hey, my former deskmate, you're not doing well, why did you come to school?"

"never mind."

"Student Xia."

Yan Ci was ignored, and when Zou Ziqian came to the same table one by one, calling him affectionately, he suddenly felt that his name was a bit unfamiliar, and the thin scars at the end of his eyes were pressed down, so he changed his words on the spot, with a gentle tone.

"Deskmate."

"If you have something to say, sit down and talk."

He pulled the boy down and sat on a chair.

Xia Zhinian was dragged by his wrist through his clothes, sat on the chair, coughed, turned his head and glanced at the calm and gentle Yan Ci.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** played such a big trick on him, and now he seems to be fine.

Xia Zhinian pursed his mouth, stretched his arm away, turned his head to ignore it, and took out the Yanci Chinese homework book that he took away from his schoolbag last time, and put it on his desk.

"Cough, I'll give it back to you, cough cough."

Yan Ci looked at the brochures on the table, and then at the rice cake dumpling that had left half of the back of his head for him, and clicked his tongue inwardly.

It's broken, and it **** people off.

I'm not relieved.

Yan Ci moved closer, sighed softly, gentle and noble, gentle and gentle, "Student Xia, at the same table, it's my fault, I shouldn't lie to you."

"Or you can buy another letter and I'll send it again."

He only delivered an empty envelope last time.

"Cough cough, cough cough."

Xia Zhinian had a sore throat and a hoarse voice. She looked over with round almond eyes, and her amber eyes swished coldly, "There is no deal, cough, don't talk to me."

Annoyed.

The young man turned his head away, his blood-colored lips pursed a little, looking unhappy.

Yan Ci smiled, his face was calm, and he calmed down patiently, "Okay, don't talk, I'll pour you some water first."

After washing Xia Zhinian's cup, Yan resigned to get a cup of warm water from the water dispenser behind him, and put it on his desk.

"You're not in good health yet, why are you rushing to school?"

Xia Zhinian didn't say a word, and when it was approaching the class time, the back door was pushed open again, Chu Qingjian hurried in with her schoolbag, holding a stack of colorful love letter gifts in her arms.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a little bad.

Sure enough, Xia Zhinian looked over at the sound, coughed twice, took out an exquisite gift box the size of a palm from his schoolbag, and handed it to Chu Qingjian who returned to his seat.

The blood vessels on the back of the boy's exposed hands still had bruises and purple needle holes, which were particularly glaring on the porcelain white skin, but the boy ignored it and smiled with his eyes bent.

"Brother Chu, happy birthday, ahem."

Yan Ci: "..."

The smile disappeared from the corners of Yan Ci's lips, and he raised his black eyes to look at the boy who rushed to give birthday presents before he recovered.

Xia Zhinian was stunned by his strong gaze, his almond eyes were round, he glanced at him, then turned his eyes away and ignored him, and handed the gift box to Chu Qingjian.

"Brother Chu, this is a gift I picked for you."

Inside was a watch. The original owner racked his brains for this gift and spent all of New January's pocket money.

But in fact, to Chu Qingjian, things of this price are not worth mentioning, and the things given by the original owner are even more unpleasant, and they are left in the utility room without even looking at them.

He bought it according to the original text and delivered it in time for Chu Qingjian's birthday. If there is no accident, Chu Qingjian should ask for leave in the afternoon to go home for the birthday party, and go out with friends in the evening.

But this part has nothing to do with him. In the original text, the Xia family forbids the original owner to go, so as not to disturb their good banquet.

His plot is tomorrow.

Chu Qingjian hesitated to pick it up, Xia Zhinian smiled and handed it to him.

"Happy birthday, cough cough, be happy every day."

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci quietly looked at Xia Zhinian, and then at Chu Qingjian, his eyes were deep, the fundus of his eyes were like spots of ink, not a gleam of light could penetrate.

After delivering it, Xia Zhinian lay down on the table, ignoring the gloomy gaze from the side, and coughed sullenly.

Chu Qingjian turned around and sat back, Yan Ci looked at the young man coughing on his arms, pursed his lips, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were cold, and tried to slow down his voice so that his tone would not sound so cold and turbulent.

"In order to give a gift, you came to school early when you were not in good health?

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The reason why he was sick was not because the black sesame glutinous rice **** were trying to pick off his vest.

Xia Zhinian ignored him, Yan Ci stared at him, his eyes were dark, he stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, and said softly: "Get up and drink some water."

Xia Zhinian didn't want to talk to Yan Ci, and had less contact with routines, but coughed a few times and really wanted to drink water, so he sat up, grabbed the cup on the table, and drank a few gulps.

The soft lips were smudged with water, and they looked less pale.

Yan Ci smiled slowly and patted his head.

Xia Zhinian did not dodge for a while, pursed his mouth, glanced at him with round almond eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move my head."

"Your voice is already like this, stop talking."

Yan Ci refrained from confronting the sick rice cake dumpling, "Do you want more water?"

"I'll pick it up myself."

Xia Zhinian stood up, went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, then came back and continued to lie down, not talking to Yan Ci.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes to look at the young man lying on the table, with his back turned to him, with a slender figure, a thin and graceful curve on his back, a slender, white and tender nape, and fluffy hair that makes anyone want to reach out and feel it. .

He didn't have a fever anymore, but his throat didn't recover much, and the bruises on the back of his hands were also glaring.

Yan Ci coaxed him patiently for a whole day, but it still didn't work. The rice cake dumpling just ignored him. He tapped on the table with his fingertips, his eyes slightly lowered, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

In the evening, Xia Zhinian was waiting for Xia Wenhan at the school gate. The eldest brother probably saw that he was seriously ill, so he was worried, so he wouldn't let him eat at school at noon, so he picked him up personally.

It's going to be a bit of a roadblock.

Xia Zhinian was not fully recovered from his illness, and was very tired after standing for a while. He sat on the sidewalk at the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, hugged his knees and looked left and right.

The slightly lighter hair color reflects the warm color in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the whole person is warm, like a kindergarten child obediently waiting for someone to pick him up.

Yan Ci was not far behind him, turning a little to the other side.

After a while, a thin cry suddenly sounded not far away.

Xia Zhinian suddenly looked up.

"Meow."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

kitten?

The kitten is here again?

At this moment, most of the students had already left, the door was clean, and the meowing sound of milk was very clear. Xia Zhinian's eyes lit up, he stood up, and walked forward following the sound.

There was a clear movement behind the hedge tree in front of the alley, and he circled around the side.

Looking up, a gentle and elegant boy in a white shirt squatted on the ground, holding a clean pure white kitten the size of a palm in his palm.

It looked less than two months old, and was meowing non-stop. The boy was feeding a piece of ham sausage in his hand. The kitten was eating happily, and the tip of its tail swept across his palm.

The sun shines through the leaves, covering the whole body with warm golden-orange light, making the picture soft and beautiful.

Xia Zhinian lowered his head and saw the boy's familiar handsome face.

"…"goodbye.

Xia Zhinian turned around and left.

"Deskmate."

Yan Ci smiled and called him back, "What are you doing walking so fast, I don't eat people."

He stroked the back of the little white cat's neck, and said in a clear and gentle voice, "Your brother hasn't come yet, do you want to give him a hug?"

"Meow."

The kitten meowed in response.

Xia Zhinian stood still, turned her head, and looked over with round almond eyes.

Yan Ci squatted halfway, hooked his lips, picked up the kitten and waved his paws at him, his lips parted slightly, and his voice was warm, "Meow~"

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

The kitten was ignorant, and continued to "meow" softly, tilting its head.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Help, help.

It, it's so cute.

Xia Zhinian couldn't move his feet anymore, his eyes were shining, he looked straight at the kitten, and then looked at Yan Ci cautiously, wondering, "What are you, cough cough, are you here?"

The noble and dewy Young Master Yan Maoming didn't get the half-focused eyes of his deskmate, but he managed to get the five words that his deskmate took the initiative to say to him.

The corners of her lips curled up, and Heyue explained: "Qin Xu, the driver, is stuck on the road. I heard the kitten meowing and came over to have a look."

"Do you want a hug?"

Xia Zhinian: "..." Hug, hug?

Xia Zhinian was shamefully moved.

He petted the cat too infrequently.

I have never liked the cat owner since I was a child, and I have never hugged him at all.

Xia Zhinian looked at Yan Ci who was holding the cat, always felt that this person appeared here a bit abruptly, but he couldn't think of the reason, bit his lip, and moved back slowly, his voice was soft, a little excited and a little unwilling to compromise.

"...to hug."

Yan Ci waited for the boy to approach and squat down, chuckled, and stretched out the obedient kitten on his hand.

"I'll hold it, you can touch it, and wait for the kitten to get used to you before holding it, so as not to catch you."

They were squatting, very close to each other, their knees were almost touching, and Xia Zhinian fell into Yan Ci's shadow in a small group.

Yan Ci supported the kitten with one hand, and stroked the back of its neck with the other hand. The kitten rubbed against his palm and continued to "meow".

Xia Zhinian: "!"

Ow! cute.

He glanced at Yan Ci, slowly stretched out his hand, carefully and lightly touched the top of the kitten's head with his fingertips, and slowly moved back smoothly.

Fluffy and incredibly soft to the touch.

Xia Zhinian's eyes are round, filled with a gleam of light, the corners of his lips are raised wildly, "So soft."

The kitten shook its head, turned its head, looked at Xia Zhinian with blue eyes, hesitated for a while, and let him touch it.

Xia Zhinian: "!"

It's amazing that he didn't scratch him!

Xia Zhinian's eyes were bent into crescent moons, Yan Ci looked at his surprised and happy face, the corners of his lips curled up, thinking why he was so coaxing, and his voice was soft.

"Would you like a hug?"

"hug!"

Xia Zhinian nodded like a chick pecking rice, Yan Ci handed the kitten over, and he stretched out his palm to support the kitten's body to pick it up.

But as soon as it hit a little bit, the kitten's ears were caught off guard and crushed into airplane ears, bared its teeth, and said, "Meow!"

Xia Zhinian stretched out his hand, and without waiting for a reaction, the kitten quickly scratched his hand with its paw.

Yan Ci frowned, quickly pinched the kitten's paws, brought the cat back, held Xia Zhinian's hand, and checked repeatedly, "Have you been caught?"

Xia Zhinian stretched out his five fingers, Yan Ci lowered his eyes and pinched each of his fingers to examine carefully.

"I didn't catch it cough cough." Xia Zhinian flattened her mouth, looked at Yan Ci with round almond eyes, and snorted, "I didn't catch him either."

The young man was a little frustrated, looking at the obedient kitten in his hands, his eyes were slightly disappointed.

Yan Ci pursed his lips, held the kitten and handed it over, "I'll catch it, you try again."

...It still doesn't work, the kitten will scratch it in the past.

Good and bad tempers are divided into people.

In Yan Ci's hands, she was very obedient, but in his hands, she bared her teeth, bit and scratched.

The boy was stupefied, the hair on the top of his head drooped, and he sighed, "Forget it."

Cats hate dogs and get used to it.

Yan Ci slightly raised his eyebrows.

He really didn't expect Xia Zhinian to be so... disliked by cats.

The last time I saw a boy running with a kitten at the school gate, he guessed that the boy likes cats, but he didn't expect...

At first, I wanted to coax people, but now it's better, it's even more listless.

Yan Ci ruthlessly put the kitten that was rubbing against his hand back under the low fence tree, and comforted in a soft voice: "Stray cats are highly vigilant, and it is normal to catch people."

However, he is the one who is most likely to be scratched by the cat's vigilance.

Xia Zhinian nodded dejectedly.

Yan Ci handed him an alcohol wipe to wipe his hands, Xia Zhinian looked up at him.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** are elegant and elegant, and the tall and long-legged half-squatting here is somewhat aggrieved.

He pursed his lips and reached out to take it, whispering: "...Thank you."

"Ding dong, ding dong dong—"

The phone rang suddenly, vibrating against his thigh, Xia Zhinian looked down, and took out the phone from his pocket in doubt.

These days, I basically rely on voice calls, and there are really not many calls.

Moreover, the original owner's social circle is small, and there are even fewer people who can call him.

The caller ID is a local unknown number, which is not in the contacts list.

He picks up—

"Hey?"

On the opposite side was an unfamiliar male voice who made fun of him. He sounded quite young, and the environment was noisy and noisy.

"Hello, is it Xia Zhinian?"

Xia Zhinian frowned, covered her mouth and coughed twice, "I am, who are you?"

There may be an external broadcast over there, a group of people heard the sound of laughter, and someone shouted loudly, "Aren't you Chu Qingjian's fiancee? My fiancé doesn't even have a phone number? Who else should I ask?"

Xia Zhinian: "???"

He took down the phone and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number... But the original owner did not seem to have Chu Qingjian's phone number.

He and Yan Ci were very close, and Yan Ci frowned slightly when he heard some movement, and looked over with inky eyes.

"Are you okay? Cough cough."

Xia Zhinian covered his sore throat.

Isn't Chu Qingjian going to celebrate her birthday now?

The other end of the phone laughed messily, "Your fiancé has drunk too much, come and pick it up, just let us know your fiancée."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian was stunned.

Isn't this, isn't this... the role of the protagonist?

In the original text, the group of cronies called Yan Ci, who was already a couple, and asked Yan Ci to pick up Chu Qingjian who was drunk, trying to play tricks, but was played around by black sesame glutinous rice balls.

How did you hit him here?

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci heard the voice over there, took out a wet towel and wiped his hands.

She stood up, lowered her head, and looked at him without blinking, with a cool smile on her lips.

"Student Xia, are you going?"

Yan Ci's lips were bent, and his voice was soft, mixed with the laughter and inquiries on the other end of the phone, it was extraordinarily gentle and abrupt.

Xia Zhinian's heart thumped, she squatted on the ground, and tried to look up at him, but Yan Ci's back was lighted, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, bit his lip, stood up and took two steps back.

The boy grabbed the hem of his clothes, his head was running wildly, and he said to the other end of the phone—

"It'll be over in a while."

"Okay, Starry Night Bar is waiting for you."

The kitten that was put aside ran out, "meowed" and ran towards this side, got closer, and suddenly retracted.

Yan Ci's eyes darkened, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, and let out a soft snort, but the smile on the corners of his lips became softer, and he took a step closer.

"Student Xia."

The setting sun was about to set, and Xia Zhinian was suddenly caught in the shadow of Yan Ci's arms, his hand holding the phone tightened, his fingertips turned white, he blinked, his heart beat faster, and he instinctively moved his feet back.

The arm was caught suddenly, Xia Zhinian's heart skipped a beat, a strong force came from him, pulling him forward, his eyes wide open, and an arm wrapped around his waist.

"Deskmate."

Yan Ci's voice was gentle, with a little smile, gentle and gentle, Xia Zhinian's heart trembled when he heard it.

"...Yan, Yan Ci." The young man trembled.

Yan Ci smiled lightly, raised his hand, inserted his fingertips into the boy's hair, and stroked it from front to back, revealing his complete forehead, brows and eyes, and tightened his long fingers, forcing him to raise his fragile neck.

"Isn't that a little too much in front of me, huh?"

Today, when he saw the young boy dragging his sick body to give him a birthday present, he felt a little worried, so he held back patiently.

Now the teenager still has to go to a bar where he is unfamiliar because of a phone call?

Xia Zhinian raised his chin, glanced at Yan Ci's expression, hesitated to speak, "No, I, I think..."

Yan Ci was obviously not very happy, and his gaze slid inch by inch across his face if there was substance.

From the forehead, it slowly moved down, and finally settled on those delicate lips that were lacking in blood.

"What do you think?"