He Has a Sickness that Needs to be Cured

Xi Ning ran down the stairs: "You... why did you come here?"

Song Zhou approached and stretched out his hand to help him: "The head teacher asked me to see you. +++ popular Tanmei novel: www.sto123.cc"

Xi Ning didn't believe a word.

It was not time to end school, Song Zhou mostly took leave, and came here alone according to the memory of the last time he came.

It is impossible to say that it is not happy, Xi Ning forcefully suppressed the expression on his face, and said to the servant who was still waiting: "He is indeed my classmate, so go ahead."

The servant answered and left, Xi Ning led Song Zhou towards the living room: "Are you not in class?"

"No." Song Zhou didn't explain more, put his schoolbag on the corner of the sofa, and carefully looked at Xi Ning's face, "Have you eaten anything?"

Xi Ning nodded: "I only ate a little bit."

He is still hungry, so Song Zhou is here to cook for him now?

Xi Ning was ashamed to ask directly, and took the initiative to pour Song Zhou a glass of water. Song Zhou took it and took a few sips slowly, but said nothing.

Could it be true that he just came to visit him?

He wanted to say something but stopped, sitting next to Song Zhou and looking at him from time to time, with obvious goals.

After a while, Song Zhou said slowly, "Is there anything I can help?"

Xi Ning thought, of course.

But if he wants to give Song Zhou money as a reward for letting him help cooking, how can he express it more appropriately? He was distressed, and Song Zhou said, "Hungry?"

Seeing him take the initiative to ask, Xi Ning honestly replied: "Hungry."

Now that there is no one else in the living room, Song Zhou asked again, "You said in school that you can only eat what I give?"

"Yes," Xi Ning promised again and again for fear that he would not believe in himself, "What I said is true, I don't have to lie to you... I'm embarrassed to have changed lunch with you so many times before, or... …"

Before Xi Ning finished speaking, Song Zhou interrupted him: "Okay, I believe you."

"Do you want me to cook you something to eat?" Song Zhou said in a good manner: "If you feel unwell today, just make something light. Do you have ingredients at home?"

He deliberately chose this time. It is estimated that the aunt who specializes in cooking will probably not be there, which is more convenient. Although the things he made are not as good as the aunt, he thinks it is still good.

Xi Ning nodded as if pounding garlic: "It should be there. Just make some porridge."

Song Zhou was satisfied, without much expression on his face. It seemed that cooking for Xi Ning was just a matter of effort: "If you want me to help in the future, just say it straight."

He got up and walked towards the kitchen. He remembered the place the last time he was there. Xi Ning followed him: "I'm sorry, it will delay your time... How about this, I usually can't use my pocket money, I... …"

Song Zhou suddenly stopped and turned around, and Xi Ning almost ran into it.

"No need to pay." Song Zhou's eyes were meaningful, "I don't need this."

Xi Ning was unaware of this, and he was still immersed in his gratitude to Song Zhou. Since Song Zhou didn't need money, he would not mention this matter anymore, and would look for opportunities to compensate him in the future.

Auntie had just purchased ingredients at noon today. Xi Ning had a stomach upset today, so Song Zhou cooked two dishes and cooked a large portion of yam pumpkin porridge.

It takes some time to cook the porridge. Song Zhou said to Xi Ning during the free time, "I have prepared more porridge. If I am hungry, I can heat it up at night."

Xi Ning has been watching him cooking in the kitchen, and nodded obediently after hearing this: "Okay, thank you."

Song Zhou stood leaning against the edge of the cabinet, his school uniform jacket was placed outside, only a shirt rolled up his sleeves, and an apron was a little offensive. "It will be better after a while. Go up and rest."

Xi Ning was about to shake his head, and Song Zhou couldn't help but said, "Go, I'll call you when I'm done."

The expression on Song Zhou's face was too natural. For a moment, Xi Ning even felt that he was the guest here... He nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

He went back to the room and did the English test paper for a while. After the meal was ready, Song Zhou didn't call him, but sent him directly to the room.

Song Zhou found a few bowls on his own, packed a bit of vegetables and porridge, brought them up together, and let Xi Ning eat them in the room.

Xi Ning was already starving, and soon finished a big bowl of pumpkin porridge and ate a lot of dishes.

"There are some leftovers, and they are all in the refrigerator."

With something stuffed in his mouth, Xi Ning could only nod his head twice, "Hmm", Song Zhou approached and patted his back gently: "Eat slowly."

He took out his cell phone and glanced at the time, and got up to say goodbye: "It's getting late, you have a good rest after eating."

Xi Ning hurriedly said: "I will let the driver see you off!"

Song Zhou did not refuse. After Xi Ning finished calling the driver, he took the spoon in the bowl and took a mouthful of porridge to Xi Ning's mouth: "Will you come to class tomorrow?"

Xi Ning opened his mouth and drank, without feeling anything wrong: "I want to go."

"What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Xi Ning's eyes were almost turned into stars. He was still not as embarrassed to ask for something directly, but still reserved: "Okay, will it trouble you too much."

Song Zhou put down the spoon and lowered his eyes: "Didn't you say it? I will bring you breakfast in the future."

Xi Ning was stunned for a long time and could not speak, until the driver called and hurriedly picked up: "Are you here? Ah well... I'll get down right away."

He stood up, and was stopped by Song Zhou again: "I just go down by myself."

Xi Ning responded, holding the phone in his hand and lowering his head. Song Zhou suddenly bent over slightly, his eyes fell from the end of his eyes to the tip of his chin, and he whispered, "Why is his face red again."

Xi Ning held his breath and took a step back, but Song Zhou had already stood up straight and left the room as if nothing had happened.

He listened to Song Zhou's footsteps and went downstairs. He sat back on the stool and continued to drink porridge. The system that hadn't spoken for a long time appeared: "That...host, are you..."

It's not quite right.

The system has been muted by Xi Ning frequently in the past few days, making it dare not to speak easily, for fear that it will make Xi Ning angry again, but now it can't help it.

It observed Song Zhou this day, bought breakfast for Xi Ning, and sent him to the infirmary. Let alone, Xi Ning has gone home. He skipped class to cook for him? Don't talk about the head teacher, it doesn't believe it.

Just forget about cooking, and the attitude is still weird.

The system suffocated a lot of words and dared not say it, and was afraid that Xi Ning didn't really notice it.

Xi Ning lowered his head and took a sip of porridge without answering. After finishing the last bit of porridge in the bowl, the heat on his face gradually dissipated.