Chapter 11, Lin Qingyan: I scold myself
Assistant: Has your account been hacked?
It's not that he behaved too derelictly, but that since he was assigned to the young master, the other party has hardly sent him any messages or made requests.
The most thing I have done since my work is to buy medicine for the young master, send medicine and ask a doctor.
Assistant: Woohoo, I'm sorry, Master, I'm so excited, I'll do it right away!
Jiang Xian:
But with just one or two words, it must be the young master. I followed the link and clicked in, and found that it was a post in the teacher-student forum of a middle school.
Seeing the name on the title, the assistant's eyelids jumped. Lin, Lin Qingyan?
It seems that she is the young lady of the Lin family in Chengdong. How could her young master get involved with her?
After neatly deleting the post, the forum number of the landlord was blocked by the way, and a few people in the building who scolded severely were also blocked for a week.
Assistant: It's done, Young Master
Jiang Xian: After knowing
everything was done, when Jiang Xian put away his phone and was about to say something, he found that Lin Qingyan's expression on the side was more complicated. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth again, his voice dull: "That post has been deleted." Are you upset?
"Yes, that post was deleted." Lin Qingyan frowned as he looked at the dozen or so people in the group who were in a mess.
Jiang Xian held the phone, and did not see any happiness from Lin Qingyan's expression.
When he looked at her again, the other party was already leaning on the pillow with his back to him, and a long sigh could still be heard vaguely. Jiang Xian pursed his dry lips and began to search the Internet for what kind of disease this is.
Facing the description of the symptoms, Jiang Xian's brows furrowed as his fingers crossed the bright red beating font.
Personality changes, mood disorders, and strange behavior.
Looking up at Lin Qingyan who was playing with his mobile phone, Jiang Xian thought it was weird.
"Have you taken your medicine?" Jiang Xian gently touched Lin Qingyan's hand with his mobile phone. The other party's skin was fair and clear, the blood vessels were faintly visible, and the knuckles were naturally bent.
A fragile and morbid beauty like being shot, Jiang Xian always wanted to pinch it for some reason.
The dense emotions in my heart devoured the gray shell, and all that came up were feelings that could not be understood. It's like I can't sleep after taking medicine every night, and I see fireflies in the stairwell when I'm irritable and want to smash things.
Out of time, but very useful, unable to relieve the pain but want to catch the firefly.
His psychiatrist didn't tell him it was curiosity.
Lin Qingyan recited the Great Compassion Mantra several times before he calmed down and wanted to find the forum administrator, and he was still one class away from school.
At this time, the post was deleted, and everyone in the group was in danger and suspicious of each other.
Turning his head weakly, he leaned on the pillow and looked at Jiang Xian: "I'm so tired."
"I'm asking you about the medicine." Jiang Xian tirelessly repeated that confusion is also a type of illness.
"There is no medicine, I don't take medicine." Lin Qingyan spread out the fan to cover his face, and did not reply.
His tone was unstable, his tone was not as delicate as usual, and he squinted slightly and recited a few Buddhist scriptures that he could not understand.
Jiang Xian automatically assumed that she was sick.
In his eyes now, Lin Qingyan looks like the firefly he most wanted to catch in his old home. For Firefly, he doesn't mind finding medicine for her.
"I'll have someone deliver medicine to you after school." The decadent aura did not change, but his tone softened a lot.
Lin Qingyan pinched the tail of the fan, touched the jade, and his fingertips were cold. Thinking about this, you can feel the treatment of strangers, and you can also enjoy the drug delivery service.
"Okay." You send it back to you, it's over to see if I drink it or not.
Jiang Xian casually glanced at each other's fan, and was attracted by the words on the fan. "Good wording."
"It's okay." Another male protagonist just praised it yesterday.
The three words "I don't know" fit so carelessly on the burgundy fan.
It makes people ignore the paintings on the fan and the agate fan bones, and the whole has an atmosphere of its own.
Then it was quiet, Lin Qingyan slightly raised the curtains, and the chance light fell. The warm orange-yellow light shines in diagonally from the back.
The air conditioner was turned on all day in the classroom, and the windows were slightly opened, and the wind and breath outside the classroom made me awake a lot.
Reaching out to feel the light, Lin Qingyan asked in a low voice with a smile on her face, "Jiang Xian, are you going to enjoy the sunset together?" The
light on his side was not dim, but it was a white LED light, as white as paper, which made people feel uncomfortable at all.
Coupled with his gray eyes, Lin Qingyan felt as cold beside him as he was directly opposite the air conditioner.
Jiang Xian stared at Lin Qingyan intently, his hand on the table trembled slightly. "I don't want to bask in the sun."
He only felt that Lin Qingyan, who was basking in the sun, looked more and more like a firefly.
Because there was no need to study at night in the first few days of school, the monitor turned off the air conditioner and opened the windows for ventilation during the last class before school.
"Sans the smell, we won't turn on the air conditioner now after school is over."
Lin Qingyan neatly opened the curtains, opened the window halfway, leaned against the wall and began to read the replies in the group.
Lqy Xiatou: It's over, our forum post has been deleted.
lqy is so stupid: Did you accidentally delete it yourself? You can only delete it yourself or the administrator.
lqy mental illness: Yes, yes, what is the system prompt.
Lin Qingyan was also curious about how this post was deleted, and wanted the host to post a screenshot of the deletion reminder to the group.
Within a minute, the landlord took a screenshot of the system prompt. The above posts and the reasons for deleting posts are all a string of garbled characters, and the people in the group are clamoring to report the forum.
Lin Qingyan's friendly reminder: But our evidence is made up. If the report is found out at that time, won't it be delivered to the door?
Group owner: ...
lqy is speechless: It seems to be the same, so what should I do?
lqy mental illness: We can make another post.
Lin Qingyan - I made a plan to let others scold me.
lqy villain: Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Lin Qingyan, maybe she deleted the post by herself.
Lin Qingyan glanced at the sneaky heroine.
Shocking
the Snake Group Leader: Aren't the mentally ill and the villain in the same class as Lin Qingyan? Have you found anything wrong?
Lin Qingyan, who was visited by Aite, blushes and lies: No, Lin Qingyan is very normal, and she is happy to say who helped her delete the post.
The system looked at Lin Qingyan with a calm face, "Host, are you happy?"
"It's okay :)"
lqy lowered his head: Hahaha, it's alright, let's send another one.
Group owner: @All members, in an emergency, we now need to re-post a post, please be ready to top the post. If there is no accident, let's celebrate tomorrow!
lqy mental illness: It
wasn't long before I received it, and the group became restless again.
lqy next head: Group owner, what should I do if my forum account is blocked.
lqy is speechless: Me too, I was banned for three days, privately chatted with the administrator, and the administrator did not reply.
After a few replies that he was banned, the group owner: @lqy is mentally ill, then you can post it.
Lin Qingyan frowned slightly, looking at the copywriting that had been made up in their group, and waiting for his own post when everything was ready.
This, this burden fell on my head?
After stroking the face of the fan, Lin Qingyan replied that he had received it.
The author has something to say: The
Mid-Autumn Festival is on holiday, have you all gone home? I can't go home yet.