"I'm not eating. Stay away from me."

Fu Yangxi raised his head and glanced at Zhao Mingxi. His gaze then fell on her hand that was pushing his arm away. He added, "Also, men and women shouldn't touch each other. You have to pay attention to that from now on."

Mingxi: "…"

Mingxi tried her best not to look like an old man looking at his phone. She unwrapped the candy and handed it to Fu Yangxi. "No, what's wrong with you today?!

Just try one. There's lemon and strawberry flavor. You need to replenish your energy when you're sick! "

Fu Yangxi glanced at her weakly. "Do you care if I replenish my energy or not?"

He pursed his lips tightly and pressed his entire body against the cold wall.

With Mingxi's advance and his retreat, the entire scene turned into one of Mingxi bullying and forcing him. She placed her hand on the edge of his chair and trapped him in a corner, but he refused to comply.

The gossipy eyes of the entire class involuntarily turned to look at them.

"…"

Mingxi's cheeks burned. She hurriedly retracted her hand and straightened her body.

"Have you not recovered from your illness?"

Mingxi had no choice but to stuff the candy into her mouth. She pouted and asked, "If you haven't recovered, why don't you take another day off?

Did you bring your thermometer? Did you measure your temperature before you left this morning? "

She felt that his fever had already subsided. She could feel it when she sat next to him during the three morning classes. He no longer felt as hot as when she was at his house the day before yesterday.

Boys at this age had strong bodies and recovered very quickly.

But why did he still look so weak even though his fever had subsided?

With this thought in mind, Mingxi subconsciously reached out to check Fu Yangxi's temperature on his forehead.

But Fu Yangxi dodged again.

He even reacted strongly and stood up directly.

The chair made a sound as it hit the floor.

Fu Yangxi turned and walked out of the classroom. His expression was cold and tired. "I've already recovered. You don't have to worry about me."

Mingxi looked up at him, her neck turning like a sunflower. She looked at him and asked in confusion, "Then why are you unhappy?"

Mingxi grabbed his clothes in confusion.

Fu Yangxi looked away. "I'm not unhappy."

Could it be that he had to say something like, "Because I misunderstood that you liked me, because I had been thinking too highly of myself? Now that my dream has been shattered, my self-esteem has been shattered to pieces, and I feel like a clown who brought disgrace upon himself." That kind of humiliating words?

It was too embarrassing. He didn't know how to face it.

"Nonsense."

Mingxi said, "Xi Ge, I can tell how you're feeling. Did something happen at home?"

"… Nothing happened."

Fu Yangxi was silent for a moment, then he pried Zhao Mingxi's hand away: "Remember, men and women should not touch each other."

Mingxi: "…"

Mingxi watched as Fu Yangxi left the classroom. She was really confused.

…

At first, she thought that Fu Yangxi was just feeling down because he was sick. But now, it seemed that something bad must have happened to him. Maybe it was something troublesome.

Maybe something happened at home. But she knew nothing about his family …

At first, Mingxi's heart was filled with thoughts about her terminal illness. She didn't have the heart to ask so many questions.

Then, she just got along well with Fu Yangxi and Ko Cheng-wen. She didn't know if he would be angry if she asked about his private matters as a lowly follower.

So, she restrained herself from asking.

But now … Mingxi's heart was in a mess. She couldn't care less. She turned around and asked Ko Cheng-wen.

"Xi Ge has been acting strangely these few days. Did something happen?"