I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

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"Is Ling Shen..."

Come to think of it, it's not just these few days. During the cultural exhibition last year, I didn't seem to pay much attention to her. After all, those things really took up all my energy.

And Rinquanchuan joined the music club because of my persuasion, and I was busy coaching the drama club... In other words, during that period, Ayasan was usually alone?

Moreover, I don't seem to have said New Year's greetings to her or given her a Christmas present...Whether as a good classmate or a member of the same club, this is a very bad behavior.

"What on earth am I doing..."

I couldn't help but ask myself this.

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"Yo."

I greeted Ye Jin who looked at me with disgust.

"It seems that you have figured it out, so you want to come to me to die, right?" Ye Jin said with a kind smile.

That smile is really murderous. Are you still upset about that phone call? You should have forgotten about it by now!

"No... calm down, okay? I just wanted to ask you... I heard Ling Shen is sick, right?"

I scratched my cheek a little embarrassedly as I said this.

"Yeah, who told you that? I thought you wouldn't even notice." Her expression seemed to ease a little after hearing this.

"No...then where is she now? She can't be at your house, right?" I said and looked towards Ye Jin's house, but didn't see anything.

"Of course not. There is no place for her to live in my house. She may still be resting now. Don't disturb her. It's enough that you are thoughtful. If there is anything you want to give her, just let me pass it to her." As she said this, she stretched out her hand, as if wanting me to give her something.

Is this...really okay? Just give Ye Jin the homework and new books and then walk away?

Well, this does save energy, and it also helps me accomplish my mission.

But... the purpose of my coming here is to... complete the so-called mission?

"Of course not."

I answered Ye Jin.

"She's my classmate, and we're in the same club. If that's the case, I have to look at her before I say anything. Besides..."

"Stop, stop!" Ye Jin gestured for me to stop. "Stop talking. It's disgusting. I'm not here to listen to your true feelings... Here."

She threw a key over.

"If you want to talk, just tell her. I'm very busy."

"This...is..." Although I had already thought of it, I still wanted to confirm it.

"This is the key to her house. It's on the left side of the second floor. Remember to return it after use. And don't do anything strange while she's asleep. I have all kinds of knives at home... If I find out..."

"Okay, okay, I won't..."

This kind of talk is really scary.

"Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

I said and touched Ye Jin's head.

"Touch me again and I'll beat you."

"Hey, okay, I'll be leaving now."

I quickly withdrew my hand and walked towards the second floor.

Feelings after confirmation

"call..."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh as I climbed the first flight of stairs.

I am alone... Lingcan is also alone. Is this the legendary two people being alone in a room?

Thinking about this, my breathing and heartbeat can't help but speed up...

No, why would it speed up... It's not a dangerous thing, and I certainly wouldn't do anything dangerous.

If this situation is compared to a game, my type of game will not develop any special plot, and the same is true even if it happens to other people. And those talks about love and unspeakable plots are just jokes made up by a group of perverts.

That's right...that's it.

I have arrived at Lingcan's doorstep.

Here comes the problem... Now there are probably two situations. One is that Lingcan is awake, which is easier to deal with. Just a few words can solve the problem. But what if she is sleeping? Should I wake her up or leave? What if she wakes up again when I am about to leave and misunderstands something?

The moment I inserted the key into the keyhole, I felt sweat dripping from my forehead.

"Ka...ka..."

It seems...I can't open it. I forgot to ask which way to turn it...I'll try it for a while...

Ah, it seems I opened the door.

If we apply Schrödinger's theory, Ling Shen should be in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness right now...

"How silly."

I cursed myself quietly for the sudden thought that popped into my mind, and then decisively pushed the door open.

What about the half-dead cat and the Schrödinger box? There is no point in worrying about a situation that has not been confirmed. In the end, the result can only be known after confirming it yourself... right?

Chapter 7: Feelings after Confirmation

Although the temperature has started to rise, night still falls quite early.

Therefore, the living room in Lingcan's house looked unusually dark because there was no light on.

"..."

Because the layout is similar to Ye Jin's house, I easily found the light switch in the living room.

"Ha..." I couldn't help but sigh after seeing the chandelier in Lingcan's house... Why use expensive-looking decorations when there is only one person living there?

Even though Lingcan is the only person living here right now, the living room still has plenty of stuff... The sofa looks bigger and softer than my own, and there's a correspondingly large LCD TV. Living here alone is quite comfortable, isn't it?

Oh right, I have to go see Ling Shen...

I thought about this and walked towards the next room.

[Troyana Ayane]

I didn't expect this guy to write such a cheesy name on his house number plate...

I pushed the door open and found that the lights were still off... She must have fallen asleep... Come to think of it, this is my first time entering a girl's room... It's a special situation...

So I calmed down and turned on the switch not far from the door.

The moment I pressed the switch, the room was filled with soft light. It was then that I noticed that the light seemed much softer because of the pink color of the wall. In short, it was a decoration full of girlish style.

I saw Lingcan lying on the bed not far from me. She seemed to be in a deep sleep... I decided not to disturb her.

As I thought about this, I took out the books and homework from my schoolbag and prepared to put them on her desk...Ah, I found it.

It looks like a large desk, integrated with the computer desk, with some books cluttered on it... Please tidy up the room...

I couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Ling Shen...well, forget it.

I put the book on the desk and glanced at the scattered books... Most of them were comics, and they were all about magic... Could this be the culprit?

"This guy is really..." I picked up a book at random, and suddenly found a photo frame not far from the bookcase, but it was face down.

Did you accidentally knock it over?

Thinking this, I put down the book and straightened the photo frame.

The framed photo should be of Lingcan and her parents, but Lingcan was probably still quite young back then, and surprisingly, she has heterochromia... Her father looks Asian, with short hair and black, frameless glasses. He looks quite handsome, and he gives me the impression of a technician. Her mother is European, so it seems this guy has European ancestry. I'll let her take my place in the next lottery... Well, her mother seems to be a bit taller than her father... It seems Lingcan didn't inherit that gene. She's also quite beautiful, a very pretty woman... But is it really okay to just abandon Lingcan like this? I've heard that foreign parents help their children develop independence, but that seems a bit too reassuring...

I glanced at Ling Shen again. She seemed a little uncomfortable. Was it because of a fever?

"How can such precious photos be left lying around..."

I muttered, put the photo away, then walked to Ling Can's bed and found a small stool... It seems that Ye Jin should have been here.

There was an empty cup of water and several boxes of antipyretic medicine on the bedside table. I weighed the electric kettle next to it and felt that there was no water.

You should drink more water when you have a fever. How can you survive without water?

Thinking this, I picked up the kettle and walked towards the kitchen.

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After putting the kettle on the table, I returned to Lingcan's room. Although it was very big, it seemed that she used very few things because most of the space was filled with stuffed toys. There were almost all kinds of dolls... This girl has quite a wide range of interests.

"Hmm...ah..." Ling Can seemed to make a strange sound.

Hello...you suddenly made this sound...what were you dreaming about?

I was frightened at first and felt my face getting hot... I couldn't help but look at her face and found that she seemed to be in pain and her face was very red.

"...The fever hasn't subsided yet..."

I put my hand on her forehead...it was a little hot...no wonder she felt uncomfortable.

"Sigh..." I sighed.

This is the disadvantage of being independent. When you are sick, there is no one to take care of you and you have to handle it all by yourself... Even a man like me can't adapt to this, let alone a girl like Lingcan.

"Yeah...ha..."

Okay...it's time to think of a solution...I always feel inexplicably distressed seeing her like this...it's just sympathy for the weak...hmm.

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“Huahua….zhi…”

Putting a wet towel on the head of a feverish person should be effective... isn't that what they show on TV? Well, let's give it a try.

Thinking this, I put the wrung towel on her head...hoping she wouldn't wake up because of this.

"Hmm...ha..."

Please don't make such a pleasant sound... I can't stand it... Why am I blushing so much...

But seeing that her frown just now has now relaxed, it seems that this trick is still effective. That's great... The ancients were not deceiving me.

"Huh..." I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So... time to go...

I said this to myself and prepared to turn around and leave.

Then suddenly there was a rustling sound.

"what..."

This guy Lingcan actually kicked the quilt away. Are you an elementary school student?

"Hey...Is this why you caught a cold..."

And the towel on my head fell off... It was unbearable.

Looks like I have no choice but to cover her with the quilt. Seriously, I'm not your parent, it really makes me worry...

When I was about to tuck her in, I suddenly realized that her pajamas were somehow a lot too big for her, so...

"Don't look at what is indecent, don't look at what is indecent..."

So I muttered something to myself as I helped her cover the smooth and fair skin exposed on her chest...I definitely didn't touch it out of curiosity.

"call..."

Finally, he tucked her in and put the towel back on her head.

“Click…click…”

She suddenly made such a sound, it really sounded like a child...