(MTL)Take the female supporting script at the Shura Field

Chapter 52,

Chapter 52, I am sick

    "If I don't eat, do you think I'm sick?" Jiang Xian's hand was struggling to support the corner of the table, his face was extremely pale, and his head was lowered.

    "No." Lin Qingyan didn't understand his logic, so he reached out and stroked Jiang Xian's face to make him look up. Between the tentacles are warm skin and eyes like a trapped beast.

    Jiang Xian didn't push Lin Qingyan's hand away. At this time, everyone in the class was on the playground, and he could only hear the noise outside by the window.

    With his cheek slightly leaning against Lin Qingyan's palm, Jiang Xian showed his weakness for the first time voluntarily, trying to see the moving expression in the other's eyes. His voice was suppressed, as if it had been desolate for a long time. "You, stay with me, okay?" The

    system's red light flashed, making Lin Qingyan's headache and irritable abruptly. She withdrew her emotions after the inevitable frown. "Think about it again, don't be impulsive."

    Jiang Xian was much more relaxed than Wuzhou, so she also had a much better attitude. While thinking about harmony, he was also concerned about his mental state.

    Jiang Xian's expression didn't change, "Why do you think I'm impulsive."

    Lin Qingyan touched his forehead, and he couldn't say that it wasn't like this in his plot. When the words reached his lips, he added more words and said, "You may not like me, think about it carefully." The

    other party's expression did not improve at all, and even became colder.

    Jiang Xian looked at Lin Qingyan's unavoidable expression and remembered that he had always been avoided since he was a child. Because he is mentally ill and his mood is fluctuating, everyone should avoid him.

    But this time, he was not dissatisfied with Lin Qingyan who avoided him, he just became more powerless and uneasy, and began to complain about why he was sick.

    Then he grabbed Lin Qingyan's wrist with his left hand, "My illness can be improved, it has been well controlled, you should know."

    Lin Qingyan pursed his lips lightly, and then stopped: "I...". Turning his eyes, he began to think about a better way of rejecting words.

    Jiang Xian's stomach was surging and uncomfortable, his chest became more and more depressed, and he almost had to take the initiative to continue breathing more and more. "You accompany me to see the doctor, and you ask him if my illness is stable." Jiang Xian spoke intermittently.

    Lin Qingyan took his medicine bottle and poured a few pills to his mouth, "Don't talk yet." She didn't want to see the other person's sick body before the task was completed.

    Jiang Xian grabbed the medicine bottle and water glass and got up and left the classroom, only to return after several minutes. His face became paler and paler, but his lips were unusually red.

    After sitting down, he didn't say a word, but his clenched hands revealed his inner thoughts. His eyes were red, and Jiang Xian's voice was tired and eager. "I'm sorry."

    Lin Qingyan handed over the tissue, raised her eyebrows and said silently, "You can tell me, and I won't force you to eat it." Although she didn't know why the other party did this, she looked at him collapsed. Not at ease.

    If it was really because of food, then she finally understood why Jiang Xian didn't eat what she gave in the first place. I didn't eat it until after the favorability level went up, but my face was also very bad.

    Jiang Xian turned his head after taking the tissue, as if looking at Lin Qingyan's eyes lifelessly. "Now you think I'm even more strange."

    After speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gave an inaudible chuckle. "I'm sorry, I won't tell you like that in the future."

    Lin Qingyan was happy to see him no longer say anything about being together, but he certainly couldn't be happy to see him dying. "Go back and have a good rest these few days."

    Jiang Xian didn't answer, just hummed softly, then left the classroom with his fencing suit.

    The sunshine outside the classroom was just right, and the driver was waiting at the door early. After Jiang Xian got in the car, he didn't let the driver go back to the old house immediately, but instead went to a restaurant.

    His hands hung down weakly until the restaurant arrived, and the driver asked him what he needed to do now.

    "You help me go in and pack a dish at will." Jiang Xian felt his throat dry, and his words stopped.

    After nodding     , the driver glanced at the rear-view mirror in confusion, "Master, who is this...for?"

    "Me."

in the hands of strangers. "Master, why don't you go back and eat."

    Jiang Xian opened the car door and went out, his eyes beckoning him to wait in the car. "I'll go by myself."

    Almost as soon as he entered the door, he saw the meals placed on other tables. Jiang Xian suppressed the unease that spread in his heart and ordered a few random dishes at the ordering table.

    Not long after he came out with the lunch box, Jiang Xian got into the car with a gloomy face. "Go back." The

    driver heard the words and drove back, still worried when he looked at the young master. "Why do you have to eat outside, young master?"

    "..." Jiang Xian didn't answer, just silently raised the car window.

    After returning to the old house, Jiang Xian's first thing was to take the packed lunch box back to his room. He then locked the door and threw all the medicine bottles in the room through the window.

    When he opened the lunch box and looked at the food, it was no different from the food at home, but the smell made him nauseous.

    The previous clips kept flashing in his mind. He had a splitting headache, his clenched hands were white, and his lips were shaking.

    After more than ten years of subconsciousness, he looked for the medicine bottle, but stopped after a few seconds. Forcing myself to sit at the table with plastic chopsticks to hold food, to resist physical and psychological discomfort.

    He threw it away subconsciously before it was imported, and Jiang Xian's hands were shaking. He didn't want to take medicine, and he didn't want to get sick.

    He didn't want Lin Qingyan to feel that he was mentally ill.

    "Ding, Jiang Xian's drifting bottle update: I'm a lunatic." The

    system pondered for a long time, and said for a long time, "Host, what should I do now."

    Lin Qingyan felt that it asked knowingly, "What else can I do when I'm doing a task."

    The system kept flipping through the plot, and then looked at Lin Qingyan, who had a dull face. "Host, aren't you surprised at all?"

    Lin Qingyan, who was blowing the air in the car, didn't respond, "What are you surprised about?" The

    system went back angrily. Originally thought that at most Wuzhou was the only one left out of the plot. confession.

    It's really a house leak and it rains every night

    . "Host, don't like them! The plot will be changed back. Don't be fooled by male sex."

    Lin Qingyan looked at it with a dull expression, "Do you think I look like me?"

    "No...not very similar."