"Jing Mo!"

Gu Chuanbai was panicked, hurriedly wrapped his clothes and wrapped them together, and he took them firmly into his arms, and carefully rubbed his back: "Are you uncomfortable? Let's go to the school medical room first."

"Chuan Bai, I'm fine."

Borrowing a force on his shoulder, waiting for the cough to erupt gradually, Lu Jingmo raised his hand to hold his wrist and shook his head.

What Gu Chuanbai needs now is a place to be alone. I was just uncomfortable in my throat, and suddenly said so many words, and was agitated by the cold wind, so I was somewhat uncomfortable.

It's not a big deal, rest will be fine.

Holding the arm still showing strange tension, Lu Jingmo slightly raised his head, pressed his palms behind Gu Chuanbai's shoulder, and slowly stroked down.

The gentle strength covered behind, also let Gu Chuanbai gradually relax again, to meet the constant freshness and gentleness in those black eyes, and his chest was slightly suffocated: "Jing Mo ..."

Wrapped in a thick coat, it finally blocked the coldness of the night wind. Lu Jingmo smiled in his arms, raised his hand to rub his hair, and wanted to open his mouth, but frowned at the distinct burning pain in his throat.

"I know, let's go back. Buy some medicine before you go back, can you?"

Gu Chuanbai had understood what he meant, and quickly opened his mouth to intercept his words. Carefully helped Lu Jingmo tighten his jacket, and his collar was taken care of. He held his shoulder and asked softly.

Qingrun's eyebrows were slightly curved immediately, Lu Jingmo nodded, looking down at the apparently large coat, shaking half-length sleeves with interest, and the pale lips followed the soft arc.

When there is no consciousness belonging to the teacher, his little professor is really not easy to soften people.

The lights of the street lights are dim when they reach the corner. They stand between light and dark. According to the precious experience summarized by the students of the z era, this is exactly the dead corner of the monitoring and office windows.

Gu Chuanbai chuckled softly, and put people half-heartedly in his arms. He rested his chin on Lu Jingmo's shoulders, patiently rolled up his cuffs for him, folded his hands on the palms of his hands, and pushed them into the pockets on the side of his clothes.

He tried his best to keep his mind completely focused on these subtle movements, and it was unexpectedly effective. Lu Jingmo leaned quietly between his arms, looked up at him, and his hair would rush along the cheek. Even without raising his head, he could feel the warm eyes,

Lu Jingmo moved it manually, holding his hand back in his pocket, and no longer let go.

The experimental building is not far from the school medical office, and few people walk on the road. Gu Chuanbo was completely relieved, clasped the palm that was still cold in his pocket, and walked with him to the school hospital.

When Lu Jingmo chased out, the sky was already dark, and he bought the medicine and returned to the building, and the night was completely dark.

The hallway was dark and quiet, but there was still faint light in the office. Gu Chuanbai fumbled for the key and opened the door. The familiar warmth slammed into his chest, shaking his eyes suddenly blurry.

The light was on, the food on the table didn't move a few bites, and the jacket was still hanging on the hanger. At a glance, you can see how hurried the host was.

The two walked back all the way. Lu Jingmo's body had warmed up under his clothes, but he couldn't stop coughing. Gu Chuanbo raised the air conditioner two more times, sitting on the sofa with a crowd, busy pouring water and taking medicine for him, watching Lu Jingmo swallow the medicine, and finally got up at ease.

The swallowing motion still caused pain for a while, and Lu Jingmo slowed for a while, and then sipped two sips of water slowly, soaking in the sore throat, holding Gu Chuanbai's wrist.

"I warmed the rice and it was cold."

Gu Chuanbai was pulled by him, turned around and squatted down, raised his hands to care about Lu Jingmo's short hair, and slightly raised his head to explain slowly.

His little professor didn't even have time to eat.

Obviously it should be a surprise.

The emotion that was pressing down at the bottom of the heart quietly arched, Gu Chuanbai's masseter muscles tightened, his eyes turned to the neatly arranged plant specimens in the corner of the house, forcing himself to cast aside those thoughts, his eyes calmed down again.

Lu Jingmo didn't seem to notice it, still holding his hand quietly, and then nodded and let go of his hand when he turned his eyes back again.

The foundation was shattered and rebuilt, and it was not so easy to survive.

He was able to drag Gu Chuanbai out, and the rest of the way was up to him.

He knows that the other party can do it, but it takes time after all.

After making such a big incident, Gu Chuanbai will undoubtedly not go to the electron microscope laboratory. Zhan Pei was so frightened that he was thinking about ways to minimize the impact. Do n’t talk about Gu Chuanbai in the short term. I do n’t even want to see the student.

Gu Chuanbai is safe recently.

This thought lingered in my mind for a while, and my mind relaxed. Lu Jingmo leaned back to the sofa and fished the computer to turn it on.

Gu Chuanbai got up and was busy. It didn't take long before the strong aroma of meals in the office.

Ji Ji landing Jing Mo's throat was uncomfortable, and he deliberately reboiled the porridge. The golden millet porridge was warmed to the air, and was sprinkled with white sugar to refine it. Lu Jingmo tried to swallow it twice, and his eyes burst into surprise.

"Doesn't it hurt to eat this?"

It was nice to see his little professor, and Gu Chuanbai's pupils were soaked in warmth, and he hugged people to paste his cheeks. He filled him with half a bowl of porridge and put them on the side. Sleep peacefully, it will be fine. "

His tone was firm, Lu Jingmo nodded obediently, pulled the rice bowl in front of Gu Chuanbai, poured a spoonful of soup and poured it on.

Watching Professor Xiao's posture of forcibly adding soup to himself, Gu Chuanbai was surprised for a moment, and finally couldn't help but indifferently. He stretched his arms into his arms and lowered his head to his neck.

"It's delicious."

Lu Jingmo explained it carefully, added five or six spoons of soup to him, soaked a bowl of rice, and pushed back with satisfaction.

The sweet and sour tomato flavor is mixed with hot steam, and the eyes are also astringent.

Gu Chuanbai greeted his gaze, nodding his lips slightly, burping his head to chop the rice with a big mouth, and suddenly heaved hard, coughing suddenly.

The tableware was flipped and the porridge bowl was resting on the table. He pressed his hand on his back and patted it slowly, and it took a long time to say gently: "Chuan Bai ..."

Gu Chuanbai's chest was hot, but he did not have the courage to look up, but buried deeper and deeper, his hand holding the chopsticks was vaguely white.

In the end, he still couldn't control himself to consider those possibilities-completely get rid of Zhan Pei and go directly to Lu Jingmo's graduate student. He had read the paper on “Cell” that was filed, but he did n’t see any problems, but if he could be taken away smoothly, it was that Zhan Pei ’s dead point ...

The chaotic thoughts flowed into my mind, intertwined with chaos.

His warm palm covered his hands, and he carried the pair of chopsticks down, and passed a stack of printing paper.

Gu Chuanbai looked at the paper in his hand, and his blurred vision could only reveal the dense ink color. Raising his hands in a hurry, rubbing his eyes and looking intently, Lu Jingmo said softly, and finished the remaining half of the sentence in a hurry.

"... crying is for homework."

Gu Chuanbai froze, turned over the entire fifty exposition questions in his hand, and looked up staggeringly.

His little professor groaned and pushed away the porridge bowl. He cleared an open space for him, pressed his shoulder, and added: "You can't sleep without writing."

...

I won't talk anymore next time.

Even more complicated thoughts disappeared under the high pressure of the work. Gu Chuanbai's thoughts were transparent and instantaneous. He took the stack of printing paper with his hands and took a deep breath with a trembling: "Professor ..."

"Professor has just eaten and is going to take a bath and then go to sleep."

Lu Jingmo rarely listened to his words meticulously, rubbed his head, watched the haze in those dark eyes gradually dissipate, and raised his lips with satisfaction: "Write."

It is his own business to clean up Zhan Pei. As long as Gu Chuanbai studies well and does research, he does not need to worry too much about the darkness and contamination hidden in the light.

It won't be long before things are completely resolved.

Leaving a sad figure at the table because of his homework, Lu Jingmo got up with a smile, took off the coat, carefully put it on, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Gu Chuanbai was not uncomfortable at all.

In the face of fifty exposition questions, even if the existence of the hegemony is still difficult, it is difficult to produce any emotion other than despair.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, packing up the office, Gu Chuanbai stuck his head at the desk and wrote a few questions, just about to turn the page, but the tip of the pen was hesitant.

The questions on the paper are obviously much more difficult than the lessons in the class, and the difficulty increases as you go down, and some even indicate that open-book search is allowed. On the table is not the familiar set of "Chinese Flora", but several new cutting-edge publications, which have been turned several times, and many pages have been marked.

His eyes fell on those familiar Qingjun handwritings, Gu Chuanbai's pupils gradually became clear, and his eyes flashed slightly.

He seemed to understand what Lu Jingmo wanted to do.

The professor said that he was not allowed to sleep until he had finished writing. Gu Chuanbai took a deep breath, completely concentrated, and continued to concentrate on doing it.

The complex thoughts at the bottom of the heart were stripped away a little, and gradually only a clear and straight path remained, leading to a little light far away.

He knew what he wanted.

It's always been clear.

Fifty questions had to be done in the long run, but the corners of his lips showed a slight arc, and his pupils gradually became brighter.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped for a while, and footsteps passed into the bedroom. Gu Chuanbai left a desk lamp, got up to turn off the office ceiling lights, and the warm light shined through the gap in the door of the rest room.

Gu Chuanbai put his hands down, and watched the warm light between the gaps quietly, and walked back to the table lightly.

His little professor did not like to turn off the lights. Although the lights were on, Lu Jingmo might have fallen asleep.

The medicine taken didn't seem to be effective, and occasionally a low coughing noise was heard in the bedroom. Gu Chuanbai was a bit uneasy. He wanted to put down his pen and look at it a few times. He turned his attention to the problem that was slower and slower in front of him.

It was almost late at night, and the fifty questions were half done.

Do not go to sleep after finishing, half way, should be allowed to look into the bedroom.

With his numb wrist moving, Gu Chuanbai put down his pen and pushed the bedroom door lightly, but his steps were slightly delayed.

Lu Jingmo also did not sleep.

The young professor, wrapped in a quilt, leaned on the bedside, holding the experimental plan that Zhan Pei threw to the ground and stepped on the ground severely, narrowed his eyes, and approved him for correction by the dim light in the bedroom.

It didn't seem that he would come in suddenly, Lu Jingmo raised his head slightly, his black eyes glowed with a moist glow under the lights.

Gu Chuanbai felt a little deep in his heart, walked quickly, and slowed down to pull the pages of his hand: "No, Jing Mo, this is a biochemical experiment, I don't do it ..."

This experiment was designed based on the data of Zhan Pei's laboratory, and there was no overlap with botany. If Lu Jingmo really wanted him to do it in the botanical laboratory, Zhan Pei would definitely take the opportunity to report public funds for private use.

For his own sake, Lu Jingmo and Zhan Pei have been completely head-to-head. As long as they ask the other party to find a loophole, they will entangle themselves.

It's just an experiment, he can do more, and this one just gives up.

"It's okay, I understand."

Lu Jingmo shook his head and gently pressed his arm without releasing the paper in his hand: "I have my own laboratory. Go to me and do it, I want to see you make it ..."

When he said so much, he coughed again.

Lu Jingmo's body couldn't stop falling, and Gu Chuanbai raised his hand and embraced him, touching his exposed skin, but his heart suddenly shrank, "Jing Mo!"

Lu Jingmo didn't answer. He coughed in his arm and could not speak, and his cheeks flushed. The warm black eyes of the past were closed tightly, and fine lines were raised between the eyebrows.

Gu Chuanbai took the man tightly and took a look between his forehead. His throat was suffocated in the throat due to the high heat of the bake, and his eyes finally sank completely.

Taking advantage of his inability to let go, Gu Chuanbai finally retrieved the pieces of paper and wanted to discard them, but his eyes fell on the extremely detailed reply.

The beautiful blue handwriting is densely packed in the gaps. Not only are there modifications and additions, but also the possible accidents are listed. Instead of the scheme, you can refer to the existing information.

In the place where he wrote well, he also changed the color and circled it carefully, and painted him a small red flower.

Gu Chuanbai suddenly couldn't stand anymore, and hugged him to sit down slowly.

After a cough, waiting for Bai Mang in front of him to disperse, Lu Jingmo looked up and wanted to speak, but was wrapped in a warm embrace.

Dizzy and cold.

His eyelids were sinking, and Lu Jingmo blinked laboriously, still raising his hand to find those few pages of paper, but was held by the other hand, his palms revealing subtle chestnuts.

"teacher……"

Hearing his voice, Lu Jingmo struggled to recover a little consciousness from the faintness, but he couldn't give a clear response, he could only shake the hand as best he could.

The fingertips moved, but the strength of the ground was very small.

Holding his hand back immediately, the warm and soft touch is attached to the hot forehead, touched his cheek carefully, and a rare luster was also dropped in the hot frying.

Under the comfort of not knowing where to come from, the original obsession was gradually relaxed, and Lu Jingmo coughed slowly, and finally closed his eyes, and sighed with satisfaction.

He put a hand over his forehead, and his voice was soft and mute: "Teacher, let's go to the doctor, shall we?"

Lu Jingmo wanted to ask him for his homework, but he couldn't keep his eyes open, his throat was hot, his body was cold again, and he frowned, and leaned into his arms again.

"It's not bad, just see a doctor. It's okay ..."

Gu Chuanbai put on his forehead, holding Lu Jingmo and stood up, neatly packed the things to bring, carefully wrapped people tightly with clothes, and hugged the door.

When Lu Jingmo woke up again, he was lying in a separate compartment of the school medical office.

The sky was already bright, and today the weather seemed particularly clear. The sun fell through the half-closed curtains and jumped on the almost all-white wall, dazzling.

The fever has subsided, except that there is still some pain in the throat, and there is no other discomfort, but the body is too tired to be lazy.

Lu Jingmo blinked, trying to sleep again, but his forehead was lightly covered by the warm palm.

Suddenly remembering the situation before falling asleep, Lu Jingmo immediately woke up most of the time, looking up along that hand, facing the clear bloodshot in the dark pupils, could not help but say: "Chuanbai ..."

The throat didn't seem to be so uncomfortable, although the voice was still dumb, but it stopped coughing for at least two sentences.

After seeing him completely awake, Gu Chuanbai finally breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows released a soft arc, and carefully hugged the person to sit up, holding him firmly: "Don't move, be careful with the needle."

The temperature was gently released, and Lu Jingmo realized that he had been holding his wrist all the time, looking down at his hand holding the dangle needle, still unavoidably confused: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

"Not too long, one day and two nights."

Gu Chuanbai smiled helplessly, mixed some warm water in the cup, and carefully fed it to his lips, but the tone was intentionally long.

"I heard the doctor say that Professor Lu University has not had a good rest for many days ..."

These days, I'm busy trying to complete the subject one step further, and I'm not used to Gu Chuanbai's absence. I really don't sleep well.

Lu Jingmo pursed his lips with a guilty conscience, drank two sips of water in his hand, and forcibly shifted the topic: "Done the homework?"

"Finished, waiting for the professor's approval."

Seeing that he suddenly put on the professor's stance, Gu Chuanbai's pupils were slightly surprised, and then suddenly, the smile became stronger.

Realizing that this was not enough majesty, Lu Jingmo supported his arm and wanted to sit upright, but Gu Chuanbai had stretched his arms under his armpit, hugged him to sit up, and added a pillow behind him: "Forty-ninth The question is wrong, does the professor know? "

Lu Jing's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were sharp, and the corners of his lips were curved brightly. He answered steadily: "I know."

He gave it to Gu Chuanbai, not the examination questions of this semester botany course, but the summary of the interview questions for his postgraduate admission.

On the penultimate question, he intentionally left a loophole. But if you do n’t have a thorough macro grasp of the overall content, or because you are numb because of the actual answer, you can write it down with a sullen head, and you wo n’t find an omission.

It can be found that there are errors and omissions in the forty-ninth question. This one is enough to pass his exam without looking at other answers.

Gu Chuanbai's grades have always been good, and his talents are also outstanding. Even if it is not because of the relationship between the two people, he can still be a graduate student by virtue of his strength.

He must clearly communicate this to the other party.

Gu Chuanbai's chest moved slightly, sitting by the bed, watching him quietly.

His little professor was still smiling, but his eyes were wide and wide, and Wen Xiu's eyebrows were clear and calm.

Gu Chuanbai couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips, clenched his hands, leaned forward, and lowered his head against the warm forehead of the other side.

"That would have to be done for every question, but I did it day and night ..."

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