I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Given Su Mengli and Su Mengyao's height, they could easily lift it.

In front of the bookshelf was a table.

It doesn't seem to have many distinctive features, except that it's a bit long.

Su Mengyao noticed his curious gaze and took the initiative to explain, "This table is where my sister and I practice calligraphy and painting."

After saying that, she smiled shyly: "Of course, actually I haven't practiced even once since I came here."

"You have the nerve to say that." Su Mengli rolled her eyes at her: "If Mom knew that you had such a great talent and wasted it after going to college, she would be very angry."

Su Mengyao stuck out her tongue but didn't say anything more.

Although this room is called a study, in Mo Xiangwen's opinion, it's not much different from a smaller secondary bedroom.

The window was relatively small, but it was already half-open, and they could feel the wind blowing in as they stood at the doorway.

As for lighting, from the angle of the view from this window, it's probably not a big problem.

Of course, the space feels a bit small because of the bookshelves and desk.

However, there is definitely no problem fitting a single bed into this space.

We could consider discussing with Su Mengli and the others about letting him stay here.

As Mo Xiangwen was thinking this, he looked around the room. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw some furniture on his right that seemed out of place in the study.

He quickly turned his head to look and saw that it really was a single bed, and it looked to be about two meters long and one and a half meters wide.

Compared to the 1.2-meter beds at school, this bed is undoubtedly much more spacious.

“Actually, I originally thought that the study was really not suitable for friends to stay in,” Su Mengli explained. “But Mengyao said that you two would rather stay in the study than accept my previous suggestion.”

The previous plan? Did it mean that Su Mengyao would give up her room to them and then live in the same room as Su Mengli?

Judging from what they said, that should be the case.

“Mengyao is right.” Mo Xiangwen nodded slightly: “If it goes to that extent, even if Yan Nuoya and I move in, we won’t feel at ease.”

Yan Nuoya nodded slightly to show her attitude.

"See, see, I told you so, didn't I?" Su Mengyao grinned and made a face at her. "Luckily, I insisted on calling the deliveryman to bring over a bed this afternoon."

Su Mengli sighed; it wasn't that she hadn't thought of this.

However, some things may be done out of friendship or out of good manners.

Even if she could understand it, she wouldn't want her friend to stay in the study; it would be too unfair and impolite.

“The study is a bit small,” Su Mengli said with a smile. “But Mengyao and I looked into it carefully, and we figured that even if we put a bed in, it wouldn’t feel too cramped.”

“Besides, this long table is pretty much useless now,” Su Mengyao added. “If we move this long table away, it won’t be a problem to put in another set of computer desks and chairs.”

"As for the cabinets, there's really no way to install a large one like in the other rooms," Su Mengli said with some regret. "But if it's a small cabinet that's about half a person's height, I think that should still be possible."

"This is the state of the study. Do you think it's acceptable?" Su Mengli said somewhat embarrassedly.

Then, as if worried that they might mind, she quickly added, "Of course, I think my previous proposal was also quite good."

"Let me stay in the study," Mo Xiangwen said without hesitation.

"Let me stay in the study." Almost simultaneously, Yan Nuoya agreed without hesitation.

P.S.: There won't be any of those kinds of scenarios; it's just casual joking around among silly group members.

Chapter 137 Ah, the Unfamiliar Ceiling. (4K5 combined)

At night, Mo Xiangwen lay on an unfamiliar bed and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Of course, it wasn't the room assignment that caused the unpleasantness or sleeplessness.

There wasn't much disagreement about the room allocation; Yan Nuoya's simple statement, "I like reading," was more convincing to him than any other reason.

Moreover, Yan Nuoya also said that in unfamiliar environments, having books around makes her feel more at ease.

It wasn't because he was someone who couldn't sleep in a particular bed; the room had a high ceiling and was spacious, so he didn't feel cramped at all.

Not sleepy enough? To be honest, he was so sleepy that he had a headache and wished he could fall asleep right away.

But... he seems to have eaten a bit too much chili sauce and watermelon tonight, and his stomach seems to be acting up quite a bit.

He hurriedly went into the bathroom, and not long after, he heard the door open.

Of course, it wasn't the bathroom door that was opened.

But that didn't stop him from knowing that someone was coming out.

"Is it Nuoya?" Mo Xiangwen exclaimed quickly, "Or Mengyao?"

Perhaps because it was already past midnight, the person outside took a while to come to their senses and slowly said, "It's me, Mengyao, Xiang Wen, what's wrong?"

"I need medicine for my stomachache, do you have any?" Mo Xiangwen asked hurriedly.

“…Let me look for it for you.” Su Mengyao, wearing a bear-patterned pajama, shook her head with a wry smile, turned on the living room light, and began rummaging through the living room cabinets.

"My sister usually keeps some commonly used medicines at home; that's what she should have."

Su Mengyao opened the medical kit to herself, opening one box of medicine after another, carefully checking the indications on the labels.

"Got it." Su Mengyao picked up a small bottle and put the medical kit back in its place.

"Did I put it in the living room for you?" Su Mengyao asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Okay, thank you for your help." His weak voice came from inside.

Su Mengyao put the bottle on the living room table and was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly got up again to tease him, so she sat on the sofa and waited for him to appear.

Okay, and make him a glass of warm water to take his medicine later.

She was filling a cup of warm water from the water dispenser when, not long after, she saw Mo Xiangwen come out, supporting his aching back.

She was about to make a joke when she saw Mo Xiangwen's pale face. The words she was about to say were swallowed back down.

"You look terrible." Su Mengyao asked, sounding a little worried. "Are you alright?"

"It's normal to look pale when your stomach is upset." Mo Xiangwen shook his head, barely managing to move to the sofa and plop down on it.

Mo Xiangwen noticed a glass of water and a bottle of medicine on the coffee table. Based on his years of experience with stomach discomfort, he could immediately recognize it as a gastrointestinal medicine.

"What is this glass of water for...?" Mo Xiangwen asked.

"Oh, right, this glass of water is for your medicine." Su Mengyao nodded slightly. "This is the stomach medicine you wanted. Take it quickly."

"Thank you." He quickly took the gastrointestinal medicine, and only then did the churning sensation in his stomach subside a bit.

"Are you alright?" Su Mengyao was still a little worried when she saw his pale face and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"It's alright," Mo Xiangwen forced a smile. "Everyone has an upset stomach sometimes."

Su Mengyao thought about it and agreed, then nodded: "If you need anything, just knock on my door or call me."

"Okay, you should go back and rest first."

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The next day, when Mo Xiangwen opened his eyes, what he saw was...

“Ah, an unfamiliar ceiling,” he murmured.

And then there's this splitting headache, it feels just like a hangover... oh, he's never been drunk, and his limbs are sore and weak.

We can't just give him another rebirth, can we?

But since it's an unfamiliar ceiling, could it be another world?

He struggled to get out of bed, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath, but felt a dull pain in his chest.

After catching his breath, Mo Xiangwen began to look around the unfamiliar room, his memories slowly being awakened.

Yes, this is... Su Mengli and the others' home.

Since he hadn't time-traveled, he must be running a fever. Mo Xiangwen sighed heavily in his heart.

Actually, he already had a feeling yesterday that he was about to catch a cold, as he had a headache and felt tired.

He just didn't expect it to go straight to the point of having a fever... Hopefully it's just a misjudgment, or maybe it's just a more severe case of a cold.

Mo Xiangwen slowly got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Su Mengyao and Su Mengli had prepared quite a complete set of things for them, including towels, toothbrushes, and mouthwash cups.

Speaking of them, it seems like we haven't seen them yet.

Could it be that he got up earlier than the others?

Mo Xiangwen was lost in thought, looking at his pale face and messy hair in the mirror. He splashed cold water on his face with a towel and finally came to his senses a little.

Returning to my room with questions in mind, I picked up my phone and checked it, only to find it displayed as 10 o'clock.

Is it already this time? He and Nuoya have nothing to do with each other, but don't Su Mengli and the others have classes today? Why aren't they up yet?

Having spent so much time together, although he didn't know the other person's exact class schedule, he still had a general idea of ​​the class times.

Of course, Su Mengli and the others were also well aware of his and Nuoya's class schedule.

Mo Xiangwen changed into sportswear, picked up his phone, walked to the room across the street, and knocked on the door.

"Mengli, did you ask for leave?"

He waited for a while, but there was no response.

Mo Xiangwen frowned and knocked on Su Mengyao's door again.

"Mengyao, are you awake?"

But the result was the same as before, with no response.

Mo Xiangwen racked his brains for a while, his head throbbing, before finally remembering that he could try asking them via QQ. If there was no response, he would call them again.

Should we send it to Su Mengyao or Su Mengli?

Forget it, I'll just take a shortcut and ask in the group chat.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, he didn't want to think too much and simply opened the group chat.

There haven't been any new messages in the group today. The last message was from yesterday when they were talking about the celebration banquet.

He thought for a moment, then typed a message and sent it.

Human and Dragon as One: @A Charm, @You're Not Allowed to Play the Holy Slash, Did You Go to School?

Not long after, a new message popped up.

A seductive gesture: Yes, my sister and I went to school.

Seeing this, Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief for them; at least they weren't skipping class for no reason.

It is said that a university without skipping classes is an incomplete university.

However, if you accidentally skip a major course, you are likely to fail the final exam.

So, what about Yan Nuoya? Did she also go to school and then to the studio?

Probably not. Su Mengli and the others have early classes, so they might go a little earlier, but Nuoya has the same schedule as me, so there's no reason not to call him if he's going to school.

Human-Dragon Unity: What about Noah? Did she go to school with you guys?

You're not allowed to play Sacred Blade: Noah, you should still be at home.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: This morning I called you and Noah, and you both mumbled that you were still sleepy and wanted to sleep a little longer.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: I've been thinking, you don't have any classes today, so I'll let you sleep a little longer.

Is that so? He has no recollection of ever being called that.

Mo Xiangwen frowned and tried to recall the events carefully, but his head was throbbing so badly that he couldn't think deeply at all.

Human and Dragon in One: Okay, I understand.

Mo Xiangwen put away his phone, went to the study door, and knocked.

"Noah? Are you awake?"

I waited for a long time, but still received no reply.

He knocked on the door again and shouted once more, raising his voice.