(Thirty-five) Has the Heavenly Eye finally opened?

  It rained all night and the temperature dropped sharply in the morning.

  Yuan Siyu tore up Xu Tongtong's letter, and Song Min had been in a good mood for several days in a row, although she didn't know what she was happy about either.

  After finishing breakfast, Song Min very consciously took the initiative to go throw away the trash.

  It's too cold... Song Min felt a chill in the corridor, and when he opened the security door, a gust of cold wind blew, causing him to shudder violently, instantly becoming extremely alert.

  "What's going on here?" Wen Yan slowly came down from the stairs and saw Song Min blocking the door, looking very puzzled.

  "It's nothing, I'll just stand for a while."

  Wen Yan seems to be unaffected by the sudden drop in temperature.

  They all wore long shirts and pants, but why did Wen Yan's clothes look warm? Song Min really couldn't understand.

  "Shall I throw it away for you?"

  "It's okay, it's okay."

  Song Min gritted her teeth and pushed open the unit door to go out, freezing so hard that her teeth were chattering. She quickly ran towards the trash can, threw away the trash, and then ran back.

  "What's your hurry?" Wen Yan pulled Song Min back.

  "Ah? I..." Song Min looked at Wen Yan's smiling eyes and was speechless for a moment, but she was really cold, her teeth were chattering, and her whole body was numb.

  "What time does school start?"

  September 10th.

  "Shall I see you off?"

  "Mmm-hmm." Song Min nodded frantically, she felt a bit better only when she was moving.

  How could you agree so readily? Wen Yan took a closer look at Song Min, and this didn't seem like the appearance of someone with a fever who was confused and disoriented. How could he have agreed so easily?

  "Let's hurry back home, let's go back home." Song Min finally couldn't bear it and pulled Wen Yan to run towards the corridor, "It's too cold, too cold."

  Song Min's fingertips grasping Wen Yan's wrist were icy cold, and Wen Yan slightly furrowed his brow. "Is it that cold?"

  As soon as she finished speaking, Song Min let out a series of sneezes. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands and opened the door to her unit.

  "We're all going to freeze to death." Song Min shivered as he pressed the elevator button.

  Warm words stretched out and covered Song Min's hand as they pressed the elevator button.

  Song Min's whole body shook like he had been electrocuted, and he quickly withdrew his hand, lowering his head and moving to the side to keep a safe distance from Wen Yan.

  Watching Song Min's movement of wanting to get away from him by ten million eight thousand miles, Wen Yan's temples started to ache again, and the elevator door opened directly pulling Song Min in.

  "Ah, you..."

  Song Min hadn't even had time to cry out before Wen Yan pressed him against the elevator wall.

  He stared at Song Min's eyes, slowly lowering his head, and the black pupils seemed to be filled with emotions, but he didn't speak, only getting closer and closer to Song Min until he could see his clearly defined eyelashes.

  What's going on here? Song Min's face slowly heated up, she shifted her body to the side, trying to avoid Wen Yan.

  She was warm and couldn't help but get closer.

  Song Min wanted to cry but had no tears, in fact, Wen Yan is a pervert?

  "Ah-choo!" Song Min covered her mouth and nose, having let out a sudden sneeze. She took the opportunity to push Wen Yan away, frantically pressing the elevator buttons with her back to him. "Can you please not always do this?"

  "What's that?" Warm words with a hint of smile, like a spring water splashing in the pool.

  "Tease me..."

  Wen Yan looked at Song Min's bright red ears and his voice was filled with even more amusement, "Cannot."

  Song Min said: "......"

  As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Min rushed out and didn't want to stay a second longer.

  As soon as Song Min slammed shut the door of her house with a "bang", Wen Yan felt frustrated once again.

  At night, Song Min had a fever and took medicine, lying listlessly in his room.

  "You'll be fine after a good sleep and some sweat." Song Mama handed Song Min a cup.

  "Hmm." Song Min shrunk down further, covering his mouth and nose with the quilt.

  "Don't stay up late, go to sleep."

  "Mm." Because of the quilt blocking, Song Min's voice was muffled, and after taking medicine, Song Min became drowsy and fell asleep before his mom left.

  Song's mother quietly closed the door.

  Perhaps due to fever, Song Min slept restlessly, half asleep and half awake.

  The phone had no silent mode, and the message alert kept ringing nonstop. Song Min could hear it, but his eyes just wouldn't open.

  After a while, the phone rang.

  Song Min struggled to reach for his phone and answered it, "Hello?"

  "Has your phone gone silent again?" Yuan Siyu had sent countless messages to Song Min without a response, and she thought something had happened to him before calling.

  "I have a fever." Song Min flipped over, lying on her side and pressing the phone under her ear, holding the phone with her hand was too tiring, she was now sore all over and had no strength.

  "How can you have a fever in this hot summer? What did you do? How many degrees is it?"

  Song Min weakly replied to Yuan Siyu's words, "38 degrees 5... I didn't do anything... just went downstairs to throw away the trash and caught a cold..."

  "Are you stupid? It's cooled down and you don't know to wear more when going out? Throwing trash isn't just throwing it away and coming back? You're still standing outside blowing wind?" Yuan Siyu scolded Song Min, but she was still very worried. "Has the fever receded or not? Do I need to go over and take a look at you?"

  "I was just talking with Wen Yan downstairs... we talked for a bit..." Song Min said, and then his eyes went black again and he fell asleep.

  "Is it a warm word? Then I'm not worried, there's a doctor living right across from your house. But what exactly is going on between you and Warm Word? Are you in the ambiguous period? That can't make you catch a cold from blowing wind... Song Min! Did you hear me speaking, Song Min!!"

  "She's too careless, she can even sleep while answering the phone!" Yuan Suyu muttered to herself as she hung up the phone. She had to go to Song Min's house tomorrow to take a look at her, if she could sleep while answering the phone, how severe must her burn be?

  In a daze, Song Min heard someone open the door and come in. She struggled to lift her eyelids and saw Wen Yan standing beside the bed.

  "Hmm... how did you get here?"

  "Song Hao said you had a fever, I came to take a look." Wen Yan bent down, wiped the sweat from Song Min's forehead and put his hand on it, "Hmm, the fever has gone down already."

  "Hmm..." Song Min responded drowsily and fell asleep again.

  Wen Yan stood by the bed, looking at Song Min's sleeping face, feeling very guilty in his heart. If it wasn't for him pulling Song Min to talk downstairs today, Song Min probably wouldn't have gotten a fever.

  When Song Min opened his eyes in the morning, Yuan Siyu was lying on Song Min's bed with her chin resting on her hands staring at him.

  "My goodness, you scared me to death." Song Min was startled and his sleepiness disappeared completely. "Are you sick or something? Scaring me like that early in the morning?"

  "Pshaw, you're timid yourself yet blame others!"

  Yuan Siyu reached out and touched Song Min's forehead, "No fever now, I was worried to death last night, just afraid that your high fever wouldn't subside and damage your brain."

  "Hehe, can't you just wish me some good luck?"

  Song Min disdainfully pushed away Yuan Siyu, glanced at his phone, it was already past 10 o'clock, "How did you get in?"

  "When I came, Song Hao was at home. He complained to me that you got sick the day before he received your transcript, which can't be a good omen."

  "Oh, he's releasing the scores today." Song Min got out of bed and put on his slippers to wash up.

  Yuan Siyu followed behind, talking non-stop, "Hey, what's going on between you and Wen Yan? Are you in a ambiguous period? Can't one of you take the initiative to break through that barrier?"

  "Cough..." Song Min was choked by the water she gargled, and after coughing a few times, she looked at Yuan Siyu with an idiotic expression, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  "Let me guess, Wen Yan must have a crush on you, but you... tsk tsk..." Yuan Siyu shook her head, "You must be rejecting whatever he says to you, sigh, he's got his work cut out for him with you..."

  Song Min ignored Yuan Siyu's struggles and pulled her down from the door frame, pushing her out of the bathroom. "Your imagination can go write now."

  "Hey, hey, I'm not finished yet!" Yuan Siyu clung to the door frame and refused to let go.

  "I don't want to have a flavorful conversation with you."

  "I don't mind!"

  "I mind." Song Min pushed away Yuan Siyu's hand, closed the toilet door and even locked it from the inside, otherwise she was afraid that this crazy woman would squat in front of her to accompany her to the toilet.

  Song Min simply had breakfast and lay on the sofa with Yuan Siyu watching TV.

  Song Hao called Song Min: "Sister, I scored 571!!!!!!!!!!"

  "Not bad, what reward do you want?"

  "Haha, about the money for the concert tickets last time..."

  "Oh, no need to pay back, never mind, I'll just hang up."

  "Yes, yes, I'm going out with friends tonight for an all-nighter, I've already told mom and dad."

  "Oh."

  Song Min's face was expressionless as he hung up the phone and told Yuan Siyu, "The results are out, Song Hao scored 571."

  "It's all right, the key point is no problem now."

  "Almost."

  Yuan Siyu retorted, "You say Song Hao has a sister like you, how suffocating it must be for him. No matter how well he does on exams, you never get excited."

  "What do you want me to get excited about?"

  Yuan Siyu: "Okay okay okay, you're a top student, whatever you say is right!"

  In the afternoon, when Yuan Siyu left, Song Min went out to see her off.

  "I said I didn't need you to send it, but you still sent it."

  Afraid you'll lose it.

  "Song Min, make it clear who's the rookie here!!" Yuan Siyu stretched out her arm and wrapped it around Song Min's neck, with a threatening posture.

  "I am who I am." Song Min was very aware of her surroundings and softened, otherwise she feared that Yuan Siyu would do something out of line, after all, they were in a residential area with many familiar faces.

  "This will do." Yuan Suyu put down the arm that had been locked around Song Min's neck and instead placed it on his shoulder, while using his other hand to hail a taxi.

  A taxi happened to be passing by.

  Yuan Siyu opened the car door and said, "You'd better get back quickly, it's still quite sunny outside."

  "Uh-huh, let me know when you get home."

  Song Min arrived at the door of her house only to find that she had forgotten her key again. She patted her forehead, looking utterly hopeless, wondering how many times this had happened already...

  Despair... Song Min leaned against the door with his head and didn't want to move.

  After a while, Song Min felt his head getting dizzy and his legs numb.

  "How long have you been standing outside?" A low voice suddenly burst into Song Min's ears, pleasant to hear, yet extremely abrupt, startling Song Min so much that he almost fell over when turning around.

  "Be careful." Wen Yan hastily supported Song Min.

  "What? You're off work?" Song Min rubbed her eyes, she was indeed a bit sleepy.

  "Hmm, scared just now?" Wen Yan looked at Song Min for a long time without speaking, then took another step forward. His height, which was a whole head taller than Song Min's, gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure, instantly making Song Min feel like the oxygen in his lungs had decreased.

  "What? Nothing!" Song Min quietly moved to the side.

  He suddenly let out a "heh" and laughed, looking at Song Min with the corners of his mouth involuntarily rising, the dark eyes shining with bright and dim light, the clear and handsome features seemingly coming to life all at once.

  What a freak...

  Song Min thought so in his heart.

  Wen Yan's hand stroked Song Min's forehead, rubbing it gently a few times, and said, "Has the Heavenly Eye finally opened?"

  Song Min's face suddenly flushed, and he hurriedly covered his forehead, it must have just left a red mark from pressing against the door.

  In high school, I often had red marks on my forehead after waking up from a nap, and everyone was used to it. Why does Wenyan's smile make her feel like she wants to find a hole to crawl into now?

  "Come to my house for dinner." Warm words with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, warm voice, with an uncontrollable laugh.

  "Oh." Song Min obediently followed Wen Yan back home.

  So, freeloading is a matter of getting familiar with it once and twice, and eventually it becomes second nature.