Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Zhong Lixun didn't make a sound immediately.

After a while, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that the knuckles that she was holding tightly moved a few times.

Immediately afterwards, a low and weak voice with only breath left faintly, "...medicine..."

medicine?

Xiang Xing froze for a moment.

However, she quickly reacted, her soft eyes blinked, and she continued to ask, "What medicine, where is it?"

"...in the bag...in..."

After getting a response, the boy said one more word as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

bag.

The little guy hurriedly raised his head and quickly looked around the piano classroom.

Finally, in a corner not far away, a black one-shoulder backpack was found.

She hurriedly drifted over and subconsciously reached out to grab the bag.

- Hands, unsurprisingly, went straight through the straps of the backpack.

"..."

Xiang Xing looked at his hand and frowned depressedly.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the little guy's mind, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zhong Lixun.

Her thoughts moved slightly, and she drifted back to Zhong Lixun's side again.

Grab his hand again.

He tried his best to pull him up bit by bit.

Drag it all the way to the black one-shoulder bag.

After that, the little guy grabbed the boy's hands directly, controlled his knuckles awkwardly, and unzipped the backpack.

While rummaging around, he asked, "Senior, where is your medicine?"

"..."

It is estimated that because he touched his backpack, Zhong Lixun's consciousness seemed to have recovered a little.

His fingertips moved slightly, but he escaped Xiang Xing's control, and began to fumble in his backpack.

Soon, he took out a small white porcelain bottle in the shape of a gourd.

Xiang Xing saw the young man pull off the lid of the porcelain vase, as if trying his best, withdrew his hand and put the vase in his mouth.

After a while, the eyes that were tightly closed the whole time finally slowly and mistily opened.

"Whoo~"

Xiang Xing let out a long sigh of relief.

After thinking for a while, she couldn't help reaching out again and hugging Zhong Lixun's arm.

After raising his arm vigorously, he placed it on his small shoulder, and then slammed it.

He successfully helped the boy up.

She supported him, floated to an unturned desk and chair, and carefully placed him on the chair.

At that time, the boy's eyes were completely opened.

Qingming's eyes stared at Xiang Xing tightly.

After staring for a while, he slightly opened his thin lips, and in his hoarse voice, there was a hint of uncertainty: "You...is Xiang Xing?"

"……Um?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing's soft eyes widened in astonishment.

She floated in front of Zhong Lixun, her head tilted slightly, and her little hand pointed to herself subconsciously, "Senior, do you know me?"

Weird.

No matter in the plot or the characters, the original hostess has never had any intersection with Zhong Lixun.

How would he know.

"..."

Zhong Lixun paused, and the corner of his mouth suddenly evoked a faint arc.

"I heard about you."

He smiled gently, his delicate eyes narrowed slightly, "I just didn't expect that you would become the school's Earthbound Spirit."

"However, thank you for saving your life."

The young man said, and suddenly struggled to straighten up.

Chao Xiangxing leaned slightly, as if bowing.

"Oh, it's a job to do."

Xiang Xing smiled sweetly and waved his hand quickly.

But suddenly the eyes of the young man came to him again.