Li Rong and Cen Wei hid at home and slept for an afternoon, opened the curtains, and found that it was getting dark.
But after waking up, he did feel much better.
Li Rong was sweating a little. He lifted the quilt and sat up. His hair was messy and sluggish for a few seconds. Then he turned around and pushed Cen Wei: "Do you have a class at night?"
Cen Wei: "I haven't had time to see it yet."
Li Rong rubbed against Cen Wei, squinted his eyes and said, "You won't forget that there is a sign-in for university courses, right? You are in the first class."
Cen Wei also propped up the bed and sat up halfway, and the quilt slipped off him: "When did you follow the rules like this?"
Li Rong raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Didn't I always follow the rules better than you?"
Cen Wei stroked his unkempt hair, leaned in and kissed his left cheek where the marks were pressed: "Then you should learn more from me."
Li Rong had no choice but to shake his head.
He had classes in the evening, but Cen Wei had no intention of going back to school, nor did he plan to go back.
Li Rong: "It's almost eight o'clock, what should I have for dinner?"
Cen Wei: "Order something?"
Li Rong rolled over and got out of bed, rubbing his hot face with his palm: "Then you order, I'll go get some juice."
He pulled out a pair of pajamas from Cen Wei's closet, put it on himself, then dragged his two straight and slender legs, walked brightly in front of Cen Wei's eyes, and went to the kitchen.
Cen Wei stared at Li Rong and left, then picked up the phone with the corners of his lips hooked, and began to check the nearby takeout.
Cen Wei's apartment has an aunt who comes to deliver fresh fruit every day. If it is too late to finish eating and becomes stale, the aunt will pack it up and take it away.
He rummaged through the refrigerator, found a banana and two kiwis, washed them, put them on the counter, and pulled out a fruit knife.
The banana is going to be squeezed with milk, and the kiwi fruit is squeezed directly.
Li Rong held the knife in his hand and played it skillfully in his hand twice before stabbing the tip of the knife into the kiwi.
He's basically recovered now, and it's time to pick up the training.
He thought that when the matter of Meijiang Pharmaceutical was over, he would go to Tang He and systematically customize a training plan.
He cut the kiwi into pieces, and his hands were all wet with juice. Just as he was about to throw it into the juicer, simple messages popped up one by one.
[Simple: Did you and my brother block Xiaoqun? 】
[Simple and simple: You have no conscience, you block the group of five! 】
[Simple and complex: Your roommate Song He, I checked it for you, come and have a look. 】
[Simple and complex: Hey, I slipped the second half of the class to check it out for you, are you moved? 】
【Simple: Are you here? Are you here? Haven't finished class yet? 】
[Brief: I'm not going to have dinner with you at night. I'm going to inspect the cafeteria of the Film Academy. 】
Li Rong's attention was drawn by Jian Fu's message. He put the kiwi, banana and milk into the juicer, closed the lid of the juicer, and directly opened the document that Jian Fu sent him.
Song He was as expected, and the family conditions were not very good.
The reason is that there is a younger sister in his family who suffers from bacterial progeria. It is said that she was infected by a child in the same bed in a kindergarten when she was five years old, and she has been taking medication now.
Now his sister has been taking medicine for nearly four years, and the family can't make ends meet. He even borrowed the tuition for his university.
Song He once applied for a bursary from the school, but because his parents were healthy and able to work, their native place was not in a poor county, and there was no natural disaster, the bursary application was unsuccessful.
He has been working and earning money since graduating high school.
Previously, Li Rong thought that he was studying for the placement test every day with a schoolbag on his back. However, the information obtained from the simple query showed that he worked part-time as two one-on-one tutors.
The tutor was applied for through the work-study website. The last class was given 200 yuan. The reason why Song He was right about the self-study arrangement in the study room library was also because he did not want the wealthy He Changfeng and the elusive Li Rong to know about his family. real situation.
Then, when a person in urgent need of money suddenly has a lot of time to stay in the dormitory, it means that the problem of money has been temporarily solved.
Li Rong could probably guess why Song He was approaching him.
Does Song Hyuk know that he is Li Qingli's son? Every family of a patient with bacterial progeria should have expectations for Lu Yinxu, right?
Li Rong put down his phone and pressed his eyebrows.
Before his death, the GT201 project was undergoing a phase 1 trial. Since he was not well-known and the project was not well-known enough, there were only twenty subjects.
On the day of his death, it was when Jiang Weide sent him the results of the first phase of the test, but unfortunately he did not see it.
The entire development process of GT201 has been deeply imprinted in his mind. If he is given sufficient conditions, he can make it now.
But even if he made it now, no one dared to use it.
Li Rong put on his phone and turned on the button of the juicer. After a while, he poured the juice into the glass.
He and Cen Wei each had a cup.
Li Rongduan went to the bedroom and handed a cup to Cen Wei.
Cen Wei took it over: "I ordered pizza, and it will be delivered faster."
Li Rong: "I read the news of Jian's review. Song He really did it for money, but I don't know who bought him."
Cen Wei: "Your roommate shouldn't have any scheming. If you find a chance to reverse the cliché, you'll know what he wants from you."
Cen Wei took a sip of the juice Li Rong squeezed. He stiffened a little, re-examined the thick green liquid, and then took a few more sips as usual.
Li Rong laughed at himself: "Our dormitory is really interesting."
He wants to take He Changfeng's words, Song He wants to take his words, and he can play psychological warfare without leaving home every day.
Li Rong said, raised the glass and took a sip of the green juice.
Cen Wei quickly stopped: "Hey!"
But Li Rong had already drunk it in his mouth, and in the next second, he frowned and stuck out his tongue: "What is it, it's so bitter!"
He scrutinized the juice carefully, only to realize that he had just been distracted and mixed everything together.
Look at Cen Wei's cup again, half of it has been drank.
Li Rong frowned, and grabbed the cup in Cen Wei's hand: "Don't drink it, don't you know how kiwi and milk react? Are you stupid?"
Cen Wei was holding the cup, still reluctantly: "You rarely make something, it's a real poison, can I still drink it?"
Li Rong pursed his lips, smiled in his eyes, and said deliberately, "Okay, then I'll squeeze a cup of poison for you to drink!"
He returned to the kitchen with two glasses, and after a while, brought two glasses of mango juice.
Li Rong sat cross-legged beside the bed, held up the cup and shook it in front of Cen Wei's eyes, with a sly look in his eyes: "Poisonous, drink it?"
Cen Wei could already smell the rich mango fragrance.
He took the cup without blinking: "Drink."
Cen Wei sipped the foam on his lips, put his hand into Li Rong's pajamas with only one button on, and stroked his flexible waist, saying meaningfully, "It's so sweet."