Confession letter to classmate Jiang

Chapter 87
After the three evening self-study sessions, the bell rang. Lu Yu was standing in the aisle with his bulging schoolbag on his back, waiting for Zhang Ying and Ye Zhenzhen.

It was rare to see her pack up so quickly, Jiang Huaining unexpectedly glanced at her a few more times, and then noticed her large schoolbag that could not be ignored.

"Have you finished reading so many books?" Jiang Huaining was really surprised.

I know she loves to study, but she doesn't have to work so hard, right?Not going to sleep at night?

He naturally didn't know what was in Lu Yu's schoolbag, and Lu Yu didn't plan to tell him. He raised his head slightly, and said mysteriously, "I won't tell you."

"Huh?" Jiang Huaining tapped his forehead with a confused expression, "I asked if you could read it all, what do you mean if you didn't tell me?"

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment and thought about it. Her sentence was indeed suspected of answering the question, but she didn't want to explain, so she changed the subject and said, "Shen Huan has already packed up, won't you leave?"

Shen Huan had a schoolbag hanging on his shoulders, leaned against the table and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone. Hearing the words, he waved his hand: "You talk, you talk."

"gone."

Jiang Huaining took the lead to walk out, Shen Huan hurriedly put away his phone and followed, hooked his shoulder with one hand and walked on tiptoe, his head swaying with the pace.

After Lu Yu returned to the dormitory, he couldn't wait to wash up and go to bed. He closed the blackout curtain, turned on his small desk lamp, poured out a bunch of wool from his schoolbag, took apart one of the balls, tied it with a knot and tied it to a wooden stick.

Next... Next she didn't know what to do.

Lu Yu leaned against the head of the bed with his hands spread out, struggling against a mass of wool, and even began to doubt his life.

She couldn't figure out why she wanted to weave a scarf on a whim. It was as simple as buying one directly.

Lu Yu scratched his hair, stuck his head out of the gap between the bed curtains, and looked at Zhang Ying who was sitting on the opposite bed soaking his feet with a bitter look on his face.

"Yingzi."

"Ah?" Zhang Ying took advantage of the time to soak her feet to read a novel on her mobile phone, and was immersed in it, when she called out, her eyes were a little hazy, "Why?"

"Forget it, wait until you finish soaking your feet."

Lu Yu grabbed the curtains on both sides with both hands, revealing only a round head, and Zhang Ying was amused by the way he probed his head.

She said ok, soaked for a while, got up and poured out the water.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Lu Yu opened the curtain and beckoned, inviting her generously: "Sit down here."

Zhang Ying smiled helplessly, and sat sideways on the edge of her bed. When she sat down, she naturally saw the piles of wool on her bed, and she laughed suddenly, her eyes curved: "Do you want to knit a scarf? I invited you last time. Someone knits a scarf, and someone says he's not interested."

"Suddenly want to try." Lu Yu's eyes were dodging, his words were vague.

"Want me to teach you?"

"Well, it looks like you're quite skilled." Lu Yan moved in and asked her to sit closer, complimenting her, "The patterns you knit are very beautiful."

Zhang Ying has successfully knitted several pieces and gave them to friends. After listening to her praise, she patted her chest proudly and said, "You are asking the right person. I know several patterns. Which one do you want to knit?"

Lu Yu was a novice, very self-aware, and did not dare to take on difficult challenges. He only said, "Keep it simple."

"I'll show you the finished product first." Zhang Yingzhuo pulled her slippers, went to her bed, found her mobile phone, opened the photo album and showed her the scarves she had knitted before. , rhombus, and double-sided straight grain, I can do all of them.”

Lu Yu showed a knowledgeable look and admired her. After some comparisons, he finally chose the fishbone needle that looked relatively simple.

Zhang Ying picked up the wool and the wooden stick needle to demonstrate to her: "The number of stitches in the first row should be enough, and then just follow the knitting. Be careful not to skip stitches, it's very simple."

Lu Ying learned to knit a few stitches in a way that seemed to understand.

"Isn't this going to work?" Zhang Ying laughed, "I said it's very simple. But you have to pay attention, it looks better if the stitches are looser, don't knit too tightly, it will look stiff and not fluffy and soft. I think you buy It's cashmere thread, which is quite expensive, who are you giving it to?"

Lu Yu paused for a moment, his thoughts were confused, and he forgot how many stitches he had knitted.

"I... I'm just knitting and playing." She stubbornly said, "Can't you?"

Why both she and Huang Shuhan guessed that if she was going to give it away, couldn't it be woven for herself?
Pretending not to see her guilty conscience, Zhang Ying had a smile on her mouth and said meaningfully: "Okay, it's too good. You weave slowly, I won't bother you, and you can ask me if you don't understand."

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Lu Yu yawned and repeated the boring and mechanical weaving movements, realizing what Huang Shuhan said, "Weaving a scarf requires patience".

Pantothenic acid in her eyes, she stopped and rubbed the corners of her eyes, picked up the small electronic watch beside the pillow and glanced at it, she was shocked, it was already past three in the morning.

There was no other sound in the dormitory except for the slight snoring made by the roommates when they were asleep, and it was so quiet that people panicked.

Thinking of having class tomorrow morning, Lu Yu quickly took off the paper bag on the hook, put the wool into it, turned off the lamp and lay down to sleep.

His head was dizzy, and he couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning several times, I didn't know when I fell asleep, and the first time I didn't wake up before the wake-up bell rang.

"Lu Yu, why aren't you getting up yet?"

Zhang Ying came out of the bathroom after washing up. Seeing that Lu Yu's bed was motionless, she opened the curtain and pushed her, but she didn't respond at all.

"Lu Yu, wake up, you're going to be late!" Zhang Ying had to raise her voice and lift her quilt.

Lu Yu's sleeping habit was covered from head to toe. She slept very deeply. She opened her eyes in a daze. She put one hand on her forehead. The wake-up bell outside had ended and the familiar "Jiangnan" was playing.

Startled, Lu Yu rolled over from the bed and sat up.

"You're finally awake." Zhang Ying breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and put the towel in her hand on the hanger, "What time did you stay up last night? You slept so deadly that you didn't wake up after shouting several times."

"It's three o'clock."

Lu Yu quickly dressed and got out of bed, his voice hoarse beyond words.

When she stepped on the ground, her brain was a little dizzy. She put her hand on the bed frame and touched her forehead.

She coughed twice and took the basin to wash.

"My God, can't we knit slowly after serving you?" Zhang Ying was behind her, looking at her back, speechless.

After washing his face, Lu Yan was not feeling much, and he felt very top-heavy. After the cold wind outside, he sneezed several times, and his nose came out.

"Don't you have a cold, right?" Zhang Ying was beside her, holding a cup of millet and pumpkin porridge and sipping, looking at her face, she said suddenly.

Lu Yu took a tissue and blew his nose, then smiled bitterly: "Maybe."

Ye Zhenzhen sighed: "You, you, don't think about it. It's been so cold at night, and there is no air conditioning and heating in the dormitory. You will definitely catch a cold sitting there. Do you have any cold medicine?"

"No." Lu Yu took a bite of the sauced pork bun, his mouth was dull, and he couldn't taste anything. "I'll go to the infirmary after school at noon."

"Remember to drink plenty of hot water."

The two of them warned each other and went to the teaching building.

There were already quite a few students in the class, and they read aloud aloud. Lu Yu sat down, stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer, and pulled out his English textbooks.

Jiang Huaining looked at her and felt strange: "come so late today?"

Lu Yu hummed, and lifted his eyelids listlessly: "I slept late, I didn't hear the wake-up bell."

Her voice was obviously nasal, and Jiang Huaining immediately heard something wrong, looked at her for a few seconds, and came to the conclusion, "You are sick."

It's not a question, it's a tone of affirmation.

Lu Ying didn't expect him to be so sensitive, so he had to admit: "Probably catch a cold and have a runny nose."

The temperature is getting lower and lower every day, and there are several people in the class who have a cold. The coughing can always be heard in the quiet class, and the teacher has repeatedly reminded everyone to keep warm.

Jiang Huaining had no intention of reading, and asked in a low voice, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Lu Yu shook his head: "No."

"Accompany you to the infirmary?"

"Now?"

"Otherwise, what if the delay is serious?"

Lu Yu shook his head again, raised his eyes and said softly, "I can feel it's not very serious, just a common cold. I'll go to see after school at noon, it's fine."

Her eyes were a little red and expressionless, looking slack.

Jiang Huaining sighed lightly, but there was nothing he could do with her.

This morning, Lu Yu kept blowing his nose, the tip of his nose was swollen, red and painful.

A black garbage bag was fastened to a hook on the side of the desk, and half a bag of used tissues was placed.She felt so sloppy that she was about to collapse, so she simply lost her image, tugged two balls of paper into her nostrils, and exhaled through her mouth.

Jiang Huaining looked at her, his eyes were full of worry, but his mouth was unforgiving: "If you don't listen to me, you deserve to be uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)