School tyrant goddess look at me

Chapter 263

"It's a relief that you fainted from a cold and haven't stopped you from going to school."

Lu Qingchi raised his hand to touch her forehead, and felt that her fever had subsided, so he sat down beside her.

An Le squeezed the back of the needled hand, raised her eyebrows:
"I am so relieved, can I set an example for you?"

"Uh, it seems unlikely."

An Le didn't bother to pay attention to him. Out of the corner of her eye, she touched the blanket on her body, and she suddenly remembered that a boy sent her here.

She looked up and looked around.

"Where's the boy who sent me here?"

Lu Qingchi: "Let's go."

"gone?"

"Why, I don't want to let people go."

An Le raised her leg and gave him a kick:
"Go away, I haven't thanked him yet."

Lu Qingchi got kicked solidly, and immediately grinned in pain.

"Damn it, are you a sick person? You're still so energetic when you're sick!"

"Go away, you are not needed here."

"Cross the river and demolish the bridge!"

"Okay, okay, you two can quarrel anywhere."

Ye Qingshi couldn't help but come out to smooth things over.

An Le got up, folded the blanket, and looked at Ye Qing:
"I'm hungry, let's go eat without him."

Ye Qing, who originally wanted to smooth things over, frowned:
"Okay!"

Lu Qingchi: "..."

Brothers really forget their friends when they see sex.

Lu Qingchi got up with them, suddenly thought of something, he grabbed An Le.

"Lele, there is one thing I forgot to tell you."

"what?"

Lu Qingchi paused, hesitating for a while, and then tentatively said:
"Last time I told you that the old lady wanted to see about you..."

Before she finished speaking, An Le's face turned cold.

"Isn't what I said clear enough? If you don't go, you won't go. If she wants to see me, do I have to go see her?"

"..."

She still resisted.

Lu Qingchi sighed.

Most of her illnesses are due to the old lady. There are causes and effects. She is unwilling to face up to this cause, so how can there be effects.

How could she really let go in her heart.

He shook his head, he still didn't know if she had recovered from her illness, and he really didn't dare to pull out the thorn in her heart easily.

"Okay. I see, I won't ask again in the future."

An Le frowned, turned around and walked towards the door first.

Ye Qingshi turned around and patted his shoulder, comforting him:
"Let's take it step by step, don't worry."

Lu Qingchi shook his head: "There's not much time left, the old lady's health is getting worse and worse, it's hard to say whether she can survive this year."

***
After Bai Muting knew that she had caught a cold, together with An Yishen, he insisted that she rest at home for a week, and Bai Muting would give her extra lessons.

An Le couldn't beat them, so she simply let them go.

mid-August.

An Yishen brought back Lan Zhi, who she hadn't seen for several months.

She was wearing a hat and a mask, which was tightly covered in summer.

It seems to be afraid of being seen by others.

I found out later.

She debuted in an audition and is now a very popular singer.

That she and Lu Qingchi saw a female star on TV, either she looked like Lan Zhi, or she was Lan Zhi.

Therefore, it is really inconvenient to continue teaching her piano.

A few days later, An Yishen found her a piano teacher, a gentle and dignified middle-aged woman.

After the cram school, she started to practice piano at home.

The days are busy but meaningful, leaving her no time to think about them.

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it entered winter.

Song Yixuan took off the warm baby that was attached to her lap, and put it on the back of Anle's hand.

"An Le, your hands are as cold as ice cubes, stop writing, and warm them up first."

An Le glanced at her and shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm still feeling."

"...Are you talking in human language? Do you still want to be so cold that you don't feel it? Hurry up, stop and warm your hands."

She smiled, didn't insist, put down the pen, and held the warm baby to cover her hands.

"Lele, do you really want to take the art test?"

"Ah."

"Because of Bai Muting?"

"It's not all. Find something you like and try not to let yourself become a walking dead. Piano is the only thing I like to do now."

(End of this chapter)