When the next day came, Su Ziling sat in the classroom.
Today, she only had one morning class, and it was a required course, so naturally she wouldn’t run into Lin Yizhou, who was a year ahead of her.
“That’s all for today’s lecture. Since the end of the semester is near, all of you should review properly—don’t slack off just because you’re in college…”
After the advisor had finished a long string of rambling, Su Ziling stood up and left the classroom.
Because she had gotten up early to cook, she didn’t need to go home to prepare lunch for Su Lili. That little one knew how to use the microwave—she just needed to heat up the leftovers. There was no need to worry too much.
Compared to the well-behaved and sensible Su Lili, it was the other, bigger one who gave her more headaches.
Su Ziling glanced at her bag. Lin Yizhou’s folding umbrella had already been neatly folded and placed inside.
“I’ll go check the rooftop later.”
If she wasn’t mistaken, Lin Yizhou—that solitary, two-dimensional otaku—would probably choose to hang out on the rooftop again.
Since this was a university, after class, students either went out to play or headed back to their dorms to lie down, so naturally the teaching building wasn’t very crowded.
Su Ziling had even heard stories about couples finding an empty classroom to have fun in during lunchtime, but she wasn’t sure if those were true.
Walking through the hallway and climbing up the stairs, she soon reached the rooftop.
But when she got up there, she didn’t see Lin Yizhou.
Just as she was wondering if he hadn’t finished class yet or if something had delayed him, she noticed two other people on the other side of the rooftop.
One was the tall and big Guo Hao, and the other was naturally Fan Zhicheng, sitting in a wheelchair.
While Su Ziling noticed them, the two hadn’t noticed the girl behind them and continued talking to themselves.
“Why didn’t Big Bro come up today? I wanted to ask what Nero talked to him about yesterday.”
“Seems like he went out without an umbrella, got caught in the rain all the way while buying stuff, and caught a fever.”
“No way?” Fan Zhicheng said, a bit shocked. “With Big Bro’s inhuman combat ability, he actually got a fever?”
Guo Hao crossed his arms and analyzed, “Old Zhou is different from us. If he doesn’t transform, he’s actually pretty weak.”
“That’s kind of like Magical Girls…” Fan Zhicheng muttered as he finally noticed the figure standing at the rooftop entrance. He froze for a moment, then asked, “That person over there—what’s up?”
“Oh?” Hearing the voice, Guo Hao instinctively turned his head. When he saw that it was Su Ziling, he seemed to understand something. “Are you looking for Old Zhou?”
“Yeah.”
Su Ziling hadn’t deliberately hidden her presence. Even after being discovered, she calmly walked over and asked in a steady tone.
“Is Lin Yizhou sick?”
“Yes, according to our advisor, his fever reached 39 degrees. Pretty serious.”
Hearing the positive confirmation, the corner of Su Ziling’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
After all, Lin Yizhou was the leader of the Weirdo Organization, yet he couldn’t even get out of bed because of a fever.
If that got out, it would probably make people die laughing.
But thinking about it more carefully, Su Ziling felt relieved.
Given his ridiculous sleep schedule and eating habits, even if he were an iron man, he wouldn’t be able to withstand that kind of abuse.
“Is there something you need from him?”
“No… it’s nothing.”
Su Ziling let out a sigh and then politely gave a slight bow to the two.
“Thanks.”
After saying that, she left the rooftop.
Once she was gone, Fan Zhicheng scratched his head in confusion and muttered.
“What does she want with Big Bro?”
Compared to Fan Zhicheng, Guo Hao knew a bit more.
Last time, he had seen Su Ziling bring lunch to Lin Yizhou on the rooftop. So this time was probably the same.
Thus, he speculated.
“Prisoner Fan, what do you think… could Su Ziling be interested in our Big Bro?”
“That’s unlikely, right?” Fan Zhicheng said uncertainly. “Isn’t he a guy?”
“Honestly, he really doesn’t look like one. And with that face and personality… what’s wrong with being a guy?” Guo Hao rubbed his chin. “Besides, in today’s severely divided social environment, aren’t femboys more reassuring?”
“Hisss…”
Hearing that, Fan Zhicheng couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
For a moment, he had no rebuttal.
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When the afternoon came, Su Ziling followed the same route she had used last time to tail Su Lili, and soon arrived at the rental apartment where Lin Yizhou lived.
It wasn’t so much a rental as it was an apartment complex.
It was large, and since it was in the Wealthy District area, the security environment was quite good.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Lin Yizhou. I’m his friend—I heard he was sick and came to check on him.”
“I see… then be careful and don’t wander around.”
As a new face entering this area, Su Ziling naturally attracted the attention of the guards, but fortunately, her speech, behavior, and attire were all proper and dignified, so the guards didn’t interrogate her further.
After a while, Su Ziling found the door number where Lin Yizhou lived.
“Ding-dong~”
She pressed the doorbell, and a rustling sound came from inside the room.
Soon, the door opened, and Lin Yizhou poked his head out, only to see Su Ziling standing before him, holding a lunchbox.
“Eh?”
He was a bit surprised, but at the same time, Su Ziling was also observing Lin Yizhou’s complexion.
It was better than she expected—he almost didn’t look like he was sick at all.
After looking for a moment, she withdrew her gaze and spoke.
“I heard you had a fever.”
“It’s just a low-grade fever,” Lin Yizhou said with a shrug, looking perfectly fine. “Perfect excuse to skip class without having my attendance points docked.”
“What’s your temperature?”
“About 37.5 degrees.”
“Your good buddy said it was 39.”
“Well… if I didn’t exaggerate a bit, how could I get the advisor’s sympathy and get leave approved?”
Lin Yizhou spread his hands to indicate there was no problem.
But as he spoke, he was also paying attention to Su Ziling’s expression.
Honestly, he didn’t want her to feel indebted to him over such a minor illness.
Just as he was about to continue explaining, a hand unceremoniously pressed against his forehead.
Looking down, Su Ziling’s delicate face was right there, her clear eyes carrying an intensity far beyond usual.
With one hand on his forehead, she seemed to be comparing their body temperatures, but she didn’t seem to notice how close they were at this moment.