This lesbian is too good at talking! I can't afford to offend her!

Chapter 318 Meng Zhujun suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night

Chen Shuning took a bite of the cucumber, and the crisp texture brought a satisfied smile to her face. Meng Zhujun forced herself to look away; she absolutely could not lose face.

"It tastes just average!" Meng Zhujun feigned composure, holding her head high and saying, "It's nothing compared to the fried noodles at Fulaiju. Chen Shuning, you're such a boaster."

"Ha ha……"

Chen Shuning chuckled softly, buried his head in his noodles, and didn't expose Meng Zhujun. She was just stubborn, her eyes almost glued to the can.

Jiang Heping wiped his mouth, rubbed his bloated belly, and sighed with satisfaction: "I haven't eaten so much in a long time. This fried noodles with soybean paste is so delicious!

Thanks to Comrade Chen Shuning. If it weren't for her, I really don't know that noodles with soybean paste can be so delicious. Shuning, is your partner a chef?

"Cook?" Meng Zhujun laughed out loud, rubbing her aching stomach and said, "You actually said Guo Junshan is a cook."

Song Ci should listen to this. What is so good about Guo Junshan that she would disregard her own face and devote herself to him so desperately?

"What are you laughing at? There's no distinction between high and low professions." After scolding Meng Zhujun, Chen Shuning explained, "Junshan is a police officer. His grandfather was a chef, so he's a good cook."

Liu Zhongyu put down the lunch box, looked at Chen Shuning with envy, and said teasingly with a smile: "Shuning, you are so lucky. Your partner can cook. You can eat ready-made food in the future."

Chen Shuning's cheeks flushed slightly as she replied in a deep voice, "Junshan is busy with work and doesn't have much time to rest. When we confirmed our relationship, we didn't think too much about it. However, I'm really not good at cooking. Hehe..."

"Hey, Guo Junyue praised you to the skies, what are you not good at?" Meng Zhujun said sarcastically, "That's really new."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Liu Zhongyu, timid, put down his chopsticks and looked back and forth between the two of them.

Chen Shuning retorted, "That's better than you, Meng Zhujun. I'm afraid you've never even been in the kitchen, right? I'm just not good at cooking, not that I can't do it."

Mi Qiaolan glanced at Chen Shuning and chimed in: "Zhu Jun's hands are used to playing the violin, how can he cook? Chen Shuning, I think you are just jealous, jealous that Zhu Jun can play the violin."

Between a group of poor people and Meng Zhujun, Mi Qiaolan once again changed sides and stood on Meng Zhujun's side.

Meng Zhujun straightened her chest and looked like a proud peacock when she heard this. She thought: Qiaolan is really good at talking. I can't let her suffer any loss just because of her cleverness.

"I don't understand music and have never seen a violin. To me, playing the violin is no different from plucking cotton."

Chen Shuning's frankness made Meng Zhujun uncomfortable. She sneered, "Oh, you're a frog in a well. You haven't even seen a violin. I'll bring the violin here when I have the chance so you can broaden your horizons."

"Well, I'll take you to see cotton-fleshing when I get a chance, so you can open your eyes." Chen Shuning didn't give in at all, with a smile on his face, but what he said made Meng Zhujun jump up and down: "Let's exchange experiences and make progress together."

"Bah! How can cotton-picking be compared to playing the violin? Chen Shuning, I think you're just deliberately contradicting me. You're so abominable!"

Chen Shuning raised his hand and scratched his ear, his tone slightly dissatisfied: "Meng Zhujun, you only have the same few insults when you curse people. Can you say something new? College students in the new era should be brave enough to innovate."

Meng Zhujun rolled her eyes at Chen Shuning and cursed in a low voice, "You're so vulgar. Talking to you is a waste of my life."

"I'm just a common person, not as noble and elegant as you, Miss." Chen Shuning said with a smile: "But no matter how noble you are, you still have to eat, sleep and go to the toilet. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference between us."

"Humph, you're full of crooked ideas. I don't want to bother with you."

"Ha ha……"

Chen Shuning laughed heartily, which made Meng Zhujun dissatisfied: "Chen Shuning, what are you laughing at?"

"You're so cute. When you're angry, you look just like that cat outside the cafeteria when its fur is standing on end."

"Chen, Shu, Ning!"

How dare someone compare her to a cat? Meng Zhujun's chest heaved violently, and she was very angry.

"Look, you're getting mad again." Chen Shuning said perfunctorily, "I won't say any more. If I continue, I'm afraid you'll faint from anger."

Lights came on and off one by one. In the middle of the night, an autumn wind blew outside, rustling the leaves.

“Ouch… Ouch… It hurts…”

Meng Zhujun closed her eyes tightly, beads of sweat covered her forehead. She curled up into a ball and murmured unconsciously.

Mi Qiaolan was sleeping soundly. She took a drowsy look and turned over to cover her head.

Chen Shuning rubbed his eyes and got up, looking towards the direction where the sound came from in the dim light of the corridor.

"Who's shouting?" He leaned his head out from the distance and asked, "What's going on?"

Chen Shuning lifted the quilt and whispered, "In the distance, Meng Zhujun keeps crying out in pain. Is she sick?"

"Hmm? Shuning, go take a look. I'll be down right away."

Chen Shuning put on his clothes and walked towards the door. He put the back of his hand on Meng Zhujun's forehead and exclaimed, "Yuanfang, she has a high fever and her forehead is covered with sweat."

Xiang Yuanfang quickly woke up and without even bothering to put on his coat, he quickly jumped down from the upper bunk.

"Let me take a look." He leaned forward, the warmth from his palm frighteningly hot: "Shuning, she's sick. You stay here and look after her. I'll go find the dorm manager."

The noise grew louder and louder. Liu Zhongyu put on his coat and asked anxiously, "Shuning, what's wrong with her? She was fine when the lights were turned off. How did she suddenly have a high fever?"

"I don't know, but judging by her condition, she might need to go to the hospital."

Chen Shuning opened the door and found Meng Zhujun's washbasin in the light. He poured some hot water from the thermos, washed a clean towel, and wiped Meng Zhujun's sweat.

"Go to the hospital?" Liu Zhongyu put on his clothes and took the initiative to suggest: "Let's go together! It's the middle of the night, and it's safer with more people."

Jiang Heping suddenly sat up, fumbling for his glasses, and said, "I'll go too. We can take turns taking care of Meng Zhujun on the way, and it will save us some energy."

Liu Zhongyu walked gently to Mi Qiaolan and asked, "Qiaolan, are you going?"

Mi Qiaolan didn't move, and it was unclear whether she heard it or not.

Chen Shuning rolled her eyes. Before the lights were turned off, Mi Qiaolan was still trying to curry favor with Meng Zhujun. Now, after just a short while, she pretended not to hear?

"Forget it, let's go together! Zhongyu, I need to help Meng Zhujun get dressed, can you give me a hand?"

The rustling sound of someone getting dressed was a little abrupt in the quiet night. Jiang Heping yawned as he put on his clothes. He was stunned for a few seconds when he heard footsteps in the corridor.

"Which comrade is ill?"

Xiang Yuanfang led the way in front and replied in a low voice: "Auntie, that's the girl in our dormitory who can play the violin."

"Her! Meng Zhujun, right? Oh, she looks delicate at first glance. It's not uncommon to have a headache or a fever during the changing seasons."

"Auntie, she doesn't have a cold. I think she has a stomachache and a high fever."

The dorm keeper walked into the room with a flashlight. The beam of light shone on Meng Zhujun's face, and her face turned grim. "Is it that serious? Send her to the hospital immediately."

Xiang Yuanfang thought for a moment and said, "Auntie, let's send her to the hospital now. Please notify our instructor."

"Okay, send the person over quickly, I'll contact the leader immediately."