Ji Ze’s Water

“I’m going to fetch some water, and help you out while I’m at it.”

Jiang Hao said casually, not waiting for Ji Ze to agree, and took two cups and left, as if it was an easy task, quite natural.

The classroom had a water cooler, but the hot water dispenser was broken.

If one wanted to drink warm water, they had to go to the other side of the hallway to fetch it.

Ji Ze needed to take medicine, and warm water was the best for that.

And every time Jiang Hao brought back the water, it was at just the right temperature, very suitable.

But Ji Ze never thought that Jiang Hao would do such perverted things to his cup.

Jiang Hao would fetch half-hot and half-cold water to mix into a warm drink.

He would look at the cup in his hands, press his lips together, and feel his throat go dry, his heart racing.

He wanted to drink from Ji Ze’s cup, without permission, secretly.

He glanced around warily, careful and cautious as a scout.

Two people were leaning on the railing behind him, chatting.

Someone was going down the stairs to the side.

The tap in the nearby washroom was running.

Many people could see him here, but they were all immersed in their own affairs and wouldn’t notice.

Jiang Hao was giving himself a mental pep talk.

He knew it was very immoral to do such things, but he couldn’t stop himself.

His left hand, hanging at his side, clenched into a fist.

With a certain air of recklessness, he lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip.

He slowly extended his tongue and licked the rim.

Then, as if startled, he put the cup down.

His ears turned bright red!

What a freak, doing such perverted things!

Jiang Hao was immediately filled with shame, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin.

He quickly rinsed Ji Ze’s cup with water, scrubbing it over and over.

He then used 100-degree hot water to sterilize the rim, completely killing the saliva cells he had left behind.

His nervous actions were like a criminal trying to destroy evidence after a crime.

Finally, after his ears had reddened and he had gone through all that trouble, he began to fetch water seriously, mixing it to a warm temperature.

But how to get the right temperature?

Jiang Hao remembered the scene of his aunt mixing baby formula.

To prevent burning the child, she would first drop some milk on her wrist to test the temperature.

Jiang Hao almost didn’t hesitate and did the same.

He fetched a little hot and cold water, feeling it on his wrist until it was warm.

He then casually fetched a bottle of cold water for himself.

With a satisfied look, he took the two cups back to the classroom.

During the whole process, he didn’t feel that it was strange to test the water temperature on his wrist for another man.

In fact, he felt very satisfied!

At this moment, Jiang Hao didn’t realize that his behavior would later be completely bound to the word “syndrome”, and it would be impossible to untangle.

Back in the classroom, he placed the cups in front of Ji Ze, reminding him, “Time for your medicine.”

Ji Ze, who was looking at a textbook, was a little puzzled, and then remembered, “Oh, right, thank you.”

He took out several types of medicine from the drawer, and took them according to the instructions.

Jiang Hao smiled, leaning over the desk where Yu Huageng was playing with the hamster, and patted the small ball of fur sitting on the desk.

Because Yu Huageng was sitting in front of Ji Ze, Jiang Hao’s hand extended and bent down, almost half-pressing on Ji Ze.

The thin school uniform could not block the body temperature coming from the other side.

Ji Ze pursed his lips and moved closer to the wall.

It was a slight, unnoticeable movement.

Yu Huageng didn’t notice, but she did notice that Jiang Hao had been smiling more and more during this period.

He always did some strange things, which made her puzzled.

She patted the small silver fox ball in her hand, tilted her head, and thought.

People always say that women’s hearts are like needles at the bottom of the sea, but men are also hard to guess, aren’t they?

Ji Ze’s condition improved a bit after a trip to the school infirmary, but he still coughed occasionally.

During an English class, the teacher asked them to read a question.

Ji Ze coughed halfway through, his throat itching, and he couldn’t help but cough softly, restraining himself with light coughs.

Jiang Hao, sitting beside him, knew clearly what was happening, watching him rub his throat, frown, and try to hold it in.

Every time he coughed, he would hunch over, and his body would shake along with it.

Suppressing it like this made it even more painful.

Jiang Hao patted Ji Ze’s back lightly and said softly, “Cough it out, you’ll feel better.”

Ji Ze coughed twice, nodded, then looked at the teacher.

He quietly raised his hand, touching his throat, and pointed to the door.

The teacher nodded, and Ji Ze quietly left the classroom.

Jiang Hao looked at Ji Ze’s back, and he also raised his hand.

At this time, the students had finished reading.

The teacher saw his raised hand and sighed, “What is it?”

Jiang Hao said frankly, “Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom.”

The teacher waved his hand, “Go ahead.”

Jiang Hao walked out of the classroom in a few big steps.

He walked to the end of the corridor and, as expected, heard a strong coughing sound from the bathroom.

At this time, everyone was in class, and coughing this much wouldn’t disturb anyone.

Ji Ze pressed the edge of the sink and coughed with his head down, his chest cavity shaking with each cough.

He was breathless, panting heavily, his face pale with an abnormal redness.

Why was he still coughing so badly?

Jiang Hao stood at the corner, leaning against the wall, his brows tightly furrowed.

His hands, hanging by his side, clenched into tight fists.

After thinking for a while, he turned around and quickly ran down the stairs, heading straight for the infirmary.

The school doctor heard the noise and looked up, “What is it?”

Jiang Hao asked, out of breath, “Teacher, what to do with constant coughing?”

The school doctor frowned, “You don’t have a cough.”

Jiang Hao said, “It’s not me, it’s my desk mate, he’s coughing really badly.”

Damn, it makes me uncomfortable to watch!

The school doctor realized and remembered something, “Is it you?”

“Ji Ze’s condition is different from ordinary people, and when he gets sick, it will be more serious.”

“It’s not enough to just take medicine.”

“He should also pay attention to nourishing his yin and lungs in daily life, drink herbal medicine, and adjust his diet with medicinal meals.”

“By the way, I remember the cafeteria has another small pot for him, just tell them in advance.”

Jiang Hao asked, “Who do I talk to?”

The school doctor said, “Anyone is fine.”

“Give Ji Ze’s name, and everyone knows his situation.”

“Okay, thank you, teacher.”

The school doctor said, “No need.”

Jiang Hao went back to the cafeteria.

As expected, just mentioning Ji Ze’s name, the aunt looked as if she knew.

Her eyes were gentler.

“It’s getting cold, and he should take care of himself.”

“Yeah, thank you, aunt.”

The aunt smiled, and her face was full of kindness.

“Yeah, go back to class.”

“There are two more classes left, and then you can eat.”

Jiang Hao nodded and walked out of the cafeteria with light steps.

He bought an ice cream to eat on the way, at the same time, tilted his head and thought – why did the aunt just now feel so familiar?

After finishing the ice cream, he threw the stick into the trash can casually.

Then he suddenly realized who the aunt was.

Because of the shock, he almost missed the step and fell face down.

If someone saw him, he wouldn’t have to keep his face.

Wasn’t that aunt the famous ‘Shaky-Handed Auntie’ of the school?

When she scooped a spoonful of food, her hand would shake twice.

By the time it landed in your bowl, only half was left.

If it was a dish like spicy stir-fried meat, you would be left with only two small pieces.

Almost every student in the school knew her.

The aunt just now smiled so sweetly, was it really her?

Jiang Hao grabbed the handrail in time.

When he looked up, he saw the security camera on the wall in the corner.

His face stiffened, trying to keep his composure, but it all collapsed at once.

After two seconds, as if nothing had happened, he continued to lean on the handrail and walked up the stairs with a cool and handsome demeanor.

Back in the classroom, he quietly slipped in through the back door and sat down in his seat.

Ji Ze, who had been back for a while, looked at him and leaned over, whispering in his ear, “Where did you go?”

The voice was deliberately lowered, with a hint of hoarseness.

The end was slightly raised, and the hot breath on Jiang Hao’s neck was like soft feathers, lightly brushing, scratching at his heart.

Jiang Hao shivered and immediately covered his ear with his hand.

He wrote a line on the draft paper, pushing it quickly in front of Ji Ze’s eyes.

Ji Ze didn’t look at it immediately, but looked at his action of covering his ear, finding it interesting.

He tilted his head and smiled, “Are you ticklish?”

Jiang Hao didn’t speak, just shook his head, his hand still tightly covering his ear.

But Ji Ze could still see the part of his neck not covered by his hand, and it was faintly red.

Ji Ze smiled mischievously, staring at him and making him a bit stiff.

Knocking on the draft paper, he finally lowered his head to look at the note.

It read: “Went for a walk, ate an ice cream.”

Ji Ze wrote a word – oh.

Jiang Hao saw it and felt a bit frustrated, always feeling that his efforts were ignored.

But in fact, Ji Ze really didn’t know anything.

If Jiang Hao wanted to go up and take credit, he couldn’t do it; after all, he hadn’t done anything great.

Sigh.

Jiang Hao, the “syndrome” Jiang, who was in love and had a reduced IQ and overthinking, sighed deeply.

Ji Ze, who didn’t know anything, looked at him, and was confused.