Chapter 11: The Eve of the Breakup

"Jiajia, hurry and get the tools, prepare for gastric lavage!"

The doctor had no time to delay, immediately giving orders to proceed; after all, this was just a minor interruption, no need to make things difficult for a child, a reminder later would suffice.

"Yes!"

The subsequent events were actually already clear; the one who got a bad stomach was a fellow patient of Zhenlin's father, the reason very simple: overeating and stuffing himself, even forcing himself to eat more; not dying was already lucky enough to have snatched a life back...

Since then, his diet was planned and managed, yet the result was weight not decreasing but increasing, thus becoming the figure he is now.

Bringing up old matters was boring anyway; returning to the current perspective, what action would Yi Zhen take?

"Rest assured, I have a plan!"

Having received double portions of hand-grabbed pancakes, Yi Zhen appeared very calm, not even turning his head; whether unwilling or because his strength had weakened again, the weakness in his words remained clearly audible; what he needed now perhaps wasn't just four or five thousand, possibly water, possibly a mobile phone, everything waiting for someone to break the silence; Zhenlin obviously wasn't suitable for playing the role of the bad guy.

"OK, you eat slowly, I'll help you find your phone."

Zhenlin continued playing his old good guy role; although there was an element of wanting to use Yi Zhen before, now it was simply out of a roommate's desire to help; Mingyang was unreliable, showing no movement at this moment, no idea what he was doing.

Just as he thought this, he turned his head and saw someone facing away from him, boredly striking a pose, looking like "I don't want to look, this is a case of not looking at improper things," making Zhenlin, whose mood was already somewhat low, feel a slightly irrational anger; he lifted a foot, prepared to kick but had to withdraw it; damn, not someone to provoke, better to focus on finding the phone.

Zhenlin silently acted as a tool person, ignoring Mingyang's bizarre behavior; clearly, Yi Zhen's situation was more important.

Actually, he just didn't want to deal with him for now; if Mingyang settled the score later, he definitely wouldn't escape; better to choose to ignore it and avoid being made to suffer petty punishments.

On Yi Zhen's side, he was still in a weak state; wanting him to stand up for him was just a delusion; unless a miracle appeared, looking at his half-dead appearance, he might not be able to support himself, resist, or plead for a while; seeing no hope at all, Mingyang didn't know much about medicine, knowing a tiny bit was the limit; sigh, overestimated; no idea what torture he might endure later, or perhaps someone would crawl into the quilt; looks like he still needs to be guarded against; he didn't have the love of dragons.

"Mm!"

Yi Zhen's response was very faint, so faint as a mosquito's buzz; Zhenlin, not putting his energy back on this side, naturally couldn't hear clearly, didn't pay attention, continued squatting down, preparing to search from under the bed first, then step by step upwards; he forgot the simplest method; saying his brain wasn't sharp was indeed correct; no idea how such a brain could be linked to a top student; can only say a fool has fool's luck.

"Cough, cough, I'll say a few words, Zhenlin, you can step away; my thousand-year kill hand has been hungry and thirsty for a long time; today I must avenge this grievance to cool my anger."

Mingyang, originally in his own world, instantly turned around after Zhenlin finished speaking; no trace of his previous mumbling, revealing a completely effeminate image.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth were crazily rising; his orchid fingers were not withdrawn; on his feet, he was walking a standard eight-character gait; if women saw it, they would probably only feel inferior; his voice was hoarse, obviously deliberately caused during self-adjustment.

It had a somewhat feminine tone, yet he was a real boy; to speak plainly, this was a monster student that made people scream pervert; no idea what his future days would be like; anyway, right now Yi Zhen was in a weak position.

"Mingyang, stop causing trouble; look at what situation Yao'er is in now, having trouble even moving; you still want to make things difficult for him; do you believe I'll beat you? Don't use your dorm head or your dorm supervisor identity to suppress me; Laozi is going to block you today; right now, no one's words matter!"

Zhenlin was also going all out; actually, he didn't want to break things off either; mainly, Mingyang had recovered his true nature so quickly; damn, still making things difficult for Yi Zhen; this couldn't be tolerated; clearly agreed not to bully Yao'er, yet you, the big brother, lead the bullying; do you need to bring the third brother along to be satisfied? Really makes people angry; can't we be more united? As dorm brothers, even if we don't help each other, we shouldn't bully the weak; there must be rules; today, he was going to establish his authority, at least curb Mingyang's unreliable behavior.

Sometimes, he really doubted Mingyang wasn't originally this unreasonable effeminate person; perhaps because of some blow, he chose to close himself off; look, at the start of the chat, wasn't he quite normal? Once his body was touched, these hands would involuntarily turn into orchid fingers.

But actually, when he was excited, he would also become like this; obviously, this state should be no different from a normal person; so exactly where did things go wrong? Don't know! If people don't say, who knows? Is there mind-reading? Absolutely impossible; even if believing in the end of the world, one wouldn't believe in such things beyond reason; too unscientific; this is an era that values science; better to stick to physical evidence.

Right now, blocking him was more important; human energy is limited; he alone naturally couldn't keep dealing with himself forever; there was plenty of time to drag things out; however, before that, it seemed he remembered a quick way to find the phone; while blocking Mingyang's path, he took out a phone from his pocket with one hand, preparing to call directly to search; sigh, how did he forget this just now? Really a bit silly; but it wasn't too late; the mission was considered accomplished.

"Yi Zhen, say something; you are so heartless; who just woke you from your nightmare? Who contributed a precious lock of hair? Like this, you tell Zhenlin to move aside; I promise to only pluck your back hair, not affecting your appearance; otherwise, I can't get past this in my heart."

Mingyang had no choice; if he really forced his way through, he would clearly only fail; additionally, the roommate relationship would be ruined; if not for the single-minded desire to avenge, he might not have even thought about passing this hurdle; he should have turned around and left long ago, bored; that way, both sides could save face; now he was blocked and felt stifled, uncomfortable.

Sigh, think of me in the past; I avenged grievances on the spot; why is it that now, even getting a single hair pulled back is blocked dead, not even given a chance; key point is he looks like he's about to lose his temper; ying ying ying, so scared...

"Phone!"

Yi Zhen replied simply again; he thought that getting the phone would allow him to recover, so he naturally agreed; anyway, he might not win him; although due to malnutrition his strength was very small, after waking from a sleep, he found his strength had really increased a lot; although not tested, he knew it was several times more than before; but all this depended on his recovery; otherwise, even moving was difficult, let alone exerting force; it was very tiring, okay?

"Hey hey hey, don't keep thinking about your phone; it's just a pluck, very light; do you still not trust me? After plucking, I'll help you search too; Zhenlin, this big fool, is unreliable."

Mingyang naturally didn't understand why Yi Zhen kept mentioning the phone, but was too lazy to think much; now he was negotiating with Yi Zhen; the phone could be found later anyway; generally it wouldn't get lost; moreover, his hair was right in front of him; if he didn't pluck it back, he would feel very uncomfortable; better to satisfy his own thoughts first, then help with the task.

Such a simple division of tasks; why insist on holding onto the phone? Knowing you are an internet maniac, surely you don't need a phone to survive? He muttered silently in his heart; obviously, if he didn't agree, he wouldn't stop; still that unreasonable look; somewhat deserving of a beating.

Zhenlin almost stopped the phone call in his hand, wanting to punch him; it was really infuriating; perhaps they really weren't on the same path; otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up so unpleasant.