Chapter 76 I am sick (1/2)

Xiaolu said, ”Long Xi can't dance, but she still wants to go to the school Easter dance. If I win, you must let me teach Long Xi how to dance.”

Mo Kun's expression changed slightly. He pointed to a lark on the pear tree and said with a halfhearted laugh, ”What if I exchange your consciousness with this bird forever? Will you still have a chance? My advice to you is to be good... Ah! Ah! Ah...”

He did not finish his sentence, as he suddenly had a splitting headache and screamed in pain, his hands cupping the sides of his head.

At first, Xiaolu thought he was faking it and dared not go over to help him.

He watched for a while and saw Mo Kun twitching all over, his body in convulsions. He was sweating profusely and his nails were deeply embedded in his skin. His face was as pale as a vampire zombie, and it did not seem like he was faking it.

Xiaolu took a stool and made Mo Kun sit down.

He asked, ”What's wrong with you? Have you been poisoned? It wasn't me!”

Mo Kun's voice trembled with pain. He said faintly, ”I have...a headache...There are... painkillers... in my... trouser... pocket!”

Fan Xiaolu touched his trouser pocket, and sure enough, there was a bottle of pills there. He opened the bottle and asked, ”How many do you need to take?”

”...three...!” Mo Kun spat out that one word with difficulty and breathed heavily.

Fan Xiaolu fetched a glass of water and gave him three pills.

It took a long time for Mo Kun's face to relax.

He said to Fan Xiaolu, ”Thank you. You are really a kind and good person, with no bad intentions at all. Please don't tell Xixi, I don't want her to worry.”

Xiaolu said, ”Actually, to be honest, I had an evil idea in my mind for a moment, and that was to take your life while you were ill. However, this kind of behavior is really against my nature, and I couldn't do it!”

Mo Kun said with a smile, ”You really missed your best chance, but you won my respect. Well, I promise to compete fairly with you, without resorting to any unfair means. I agree to the bet. If I win, you'll teach me to dance, and then I'll teach Long Xi. How about that? Is it fair?”

Xiaolu made a ”666” gesture with both hands and said with a smile, ”You've earned my respect, too.”

Xiaolu asked, ”What happened to you just now? I thought you had a stroke!”

Mo Kun said, ”It's a long story.”

Xiaolu knew he didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask again.

They fell into an awkward silence.

Mo Kun was not afraid of Xiaolu. It was really a long story that was hard to tell.

The average life expectancy of people on Planet BT was no more than 23 years, due to diseases caused by serious environmental pollution, such as brain genetic diseases and respiratory diseases.

Mo Kun's father also had this genetic disease. He died just before Mo Kun was born, at the age of 25.

And Mo Kun's mother died two days after giving birth to him, with the same genetic brain disease as his father. That year, she was only twenty-three years old.

Mo Kun was also born with this disease, and he would be sick every month.

There were always a few days in a month, when his brain would ache as it was going to crack. These episodes were irregular, not as punctual as a woman's period.

Usually, the pain would come suddenly without warning, and he would feel as if he was in hell for a few days. But after that, he would be back to normal.

He often thought that he might not live beyond twenty-five years of age!

With the advanced medical level of Planet BT, there was still no way to deal with this genetic disease, let alone Earth, whose medical level was at least 500 years behind Planet BT.

Anyway, live one day at a time!

Because of his short life span, he was determined to live as he wanted to live and not to live a mediocre life.

At this time, Long Xi came back with a basket of dumpling wrappers and pork stuffings.

Mo Kun winked at Xiaolu, and Xiaolu nodded knowingly.

When Long Xi saw that Mo Kun's face color was not very good, and he was sweating profusely, she immediately asked, ”What's wrong with you?”

Mo Kun's breathing was laborious, but he still forced himself to laugh and said, ”Nothing. I just did some push-ups. Do you want to make... love?”

Long Xi gave him an angry stare, and blushed. Why was he so explicit? She was even more embarrassed, in front of Xiaolu.

Mo Kun gasped and said, ”Make what you love to do! What did you think I was talking about?”

Xiaolu couldn't help snickering and covered his mouth.

Long Xi glanced at both of them, put the basket on the table and said, ”Come on, let's all make dumplings together. The village is so poor. We can't afford to throw away the leftover lard oil residue remaining from the oil manufacturer, so better to use it to make dumplings stuffings. However, this kind of meat stuffing with lard oil residue, has a different flavor! Come on, let's do it ourselves!”

Xiaolu said, ”I don't know how to make dumplings. Can you teach me?”

Mo Kun laughed and said, ”Neither can I.”

In fact, he still had a headache, but those drugs helped to deaden his pain nerves, so he was not in such uncontrollable pain as before.

Long Xi touched his forehead and asked worriedly, ”Do you have a fever? Why is it that I feel you're sick?”

Mo Kun said, ”I didn't sleep well yesterday. I have a little headache.”

Long Xi said with a smile, ”I learned massage techniques with an old Chinese medicine doctor, and I can give you a massage.”

She then reached out and started massaging Mo Kun's temples.