Rebirth of the strongest scholar goddess

Chapter 127
The next day, Ye Xingrui fell ill.

He had a high fever, talked nonsense, and couldn't drink water or rice.

Wen's mother fed the soup into the innermost part, and she could spit it out.

When Wen Mo came back from a business trip abroad, she had already lost almost ten catties. She was already thin, but after doing this, she became even thinner, and she was basically ready to be a model.

A bone frame was lying on the bed, the two cheekbones were deeply sunken, and even the originally bright skin began to turn yellow like withered petals.

The man's heart tightened for the first time, and he was stunned.

How did she become like this?
"You're back?"

He stood in front of her bed, before she could feel the pain, she opened her eyes, her eyes were dry, but they were still as sharp as before.

"Ah."

"I'm going back to school."

Ye Xingrui's voice was faint, like a mosquito.

Wen Mo don't start, show her back.

"That's impossible!"

"Okay then." She didn't resist, but obediently.

Wen Mo was a little surprised, and turned around again, only to see her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

After another three days, the situation didn't improve at all. Because she couldn't eat, the girl's life was maintained by the nutrient solution, and it kept going up and down at an embarrassing level. The living knew that it was more painful than death.

Wen Mo couldn't believe that she had lived like this for half a month.

He sat beside her bed, held his head, regretted: "Why? Why did we become like this?"

Ye Xingrui's voice was as soft as a feather, "I don't know, maybe it's been like this from the beginning."

Wen Mo shook his head: "No, no!"

"I'm going back to school."

Wen Mo took her hand: "What is there that attracts you?"

Ye Xingrui's voice turned to ice: "Because there is no you there."

The man's voice was completely silenced.

**
Half a month later, Ye Xingrui returned to school.

Apart from losing ten catties and getting haggard, there seems to be no major change.

Wen Mo didn't dare to interfere with her any more, and even turned off the monitoring on her phone.

Ye Xingrui always knew that Wen Mo installed a monitoring system in that phone, but she had nothing to hide, so she never tried to expose it.

He has always been tightly restraining her and guarding against her, as if she is going to detonate a bomb at any time.

Sitting in the car, Ye Xingrui shook her head, thinking about it, it's all over, and won't happen in the future.

In the classroom, her seat was withdrawn to the last row, because Ruan Wenhui's previous desk was inserted horizontally, and the layout was not good-looking.

After she was brought home, she was placed in her place.

Ye Xingrui sat alone behind Ying Muchuan and Wen Luo, as if she was excluded from the community.

It changed so quickly, Ye Xingrui was also very surprised, even An Xiaomu didn't come to get close to her on purpose, instead talking and laughing with Ruan Wenhui.

The New Year's Eve party is coming soon, and art committee member Zhang Xiaoyu came to collect the program.

When I arrived at Ye Xingrui's place, Zhang Xiaoyu leaned over, "Warmth, your handwriting is so good, you can go to the school party to perform calligraphy, or something."

Ye Xingrui shook her head: "It's not like I haven't seen calligraphy before, there's nothing to show."

"Then you join the class chorus?"

Ye Xingrui thought about singing in chorus, feeling so bored like a fool.

"Um, I'd better apply for the campus party program."

Seeing her disrespectful look, the literary and art committee member walked away awkwardly. Before leaving, he said, "Hmph, what's so cold about it, it's my boyfriend who always changes his mind!"

Ye Xingrui was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Sakuragigawa turned his head, gave her a strange look, and turned away again.

Ye Xingrui snorted coldly, "Silly!"

Turn on the phone again and continue the live broadcast.

She broadcasts live broadcasts every day, showing calligraphy, all kinds of exquisite handbooks, notes, printed English, and fancy English, and has tens of thousands of Weibo fans.

(End of this chapter)