Daydreaming About Me

Chapter 34

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Wen Zihui really didn't like Lin Yujing a little bit. Everyone was a beautiful girl in the same class. Between beautiful girls, it has always been like this since ancient times. Either they become good friends or class enemies.

Wen Zihui originally admired this new classmate very much, and even sat with Shen Juan at the beginning of school, but at the same time she was admiring and slightly envious.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, she doesn't say anything, but in her heart she is more or less envious of the handsome guy at the same table. Although this handsome guy has a dark history, most girls at this age like bad boys. Black history made him a school bully, which seemed to make him more attractive.

Wen Zihui has always been the kind of person who loves all kinds of activities. When she first started school, she ran for the literary and art committee. Last year, she was the one who raised the cards in the singing competition, Christmas party solo, and sports meeting. So this year, Liu Fujiang talked about the sports meeting Her little sister was talking about the matter, and it must be her this time.

As a result, Liu Fujiang found Lin Yujing.

Wen Zihui felt that it was too embarrassing for her to be slapped in the face.

Lin Yujing refused at first, but later, for some reason, she agreed.

Just think about it, don’t think about it if you don’t want to, what kind of Joe is there.

If you look at Lin Yujing again, you will find it unpleasant, but she just wants to block her and say a few words about her, she doesn't want to make her fall on purpose.

Originally, everyone was going up, and she was the only one going down.

Wen Zihui didn't see a bottle falling beside her, and she didn't expect Lin Yujing to fall down the steps, she just bumped into her.

Wen Zihui was a little flustered, the blow was solid, she was the closest, and even heard the sound of "dong", which hurt even when she heard it.

She stood beside her and called out. Before she could react, Shen Juan grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her aside, squatting in front of Lin Yujing.

He was very strong, and his arm was so painful that Wen Zihui couldn't take care of it anymore. He stood by the side and looked at Lin Yujing who was still sitting on the ground in a daze. Scratched, oozing with blood, and looking horrifying.

Wen Zihui's face turned pale with fright.

At this time, Liu Fujiang ran over from the other side: "What's the matter, what's the matter, are you all gathered here?" He came over, "Shen Juan, what are you squatting for? Where's your school uniform?"

Shen Juan didn't look back, a classmate next to him said, "Brother Jiang! Lin Yu fell in shock."

Liu Fujiang hurried over: "Where did you fall? Is it broken? Ouch, hurry to the school doctor's office."

Usually, the head teacher and deputy head teacher of each class will be there at the sports meeting, but the deputy head teacher hasn't come yet, so Liu Fujiang is the only one watching, and he can't leave for a while. Where is the dinosaur, and hurriedly said: "Don't go by yourself, how can you go by yourself after everything is like this, Shen Juan, you carry her down."

Lin Yujing raised her eyes and looked at him with her head up. The classmates around her were all watching. She didn't want to be too hypocritical.

"No need," Lin Yu said in surprise, "I'll go down by myself."

Shen Juan paused, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you stand up?"

He was holding the ends of the school uniform in his hands, and it looked like he was embracing her from the front.

"Yes," she pursed her lips, put her hand around his arm, leaned forward, and said by his ear, "help me."

Shen Juan wore a white dress under his school uniform, and the part of Lin Yujing's hand that he pressed just now left a bloodstain on his arm, which was very scary. Liu Fujiang looked at her leg that was still bleeding, and said "Ouch" again .

Shen Juan fumbled for the zipper of her school uniform on the back, pulled it up with a "crash", helped her stand up, and glanced down: "There are so many steps, are you going to jump down on one foot?"

Lin Yujing rested her forehead on his collarbone, she relaxed, her voice was weak with pain, and she was still laughing: "You will be my crutch."

"I can still be your wheelchair," Shen Juan said, "You don't want it yourself."

The two of them talked while walking slowly to the next step. The voice was so low that the people next to them couldn't hear the content clearly. The man on the other side of the runway started to check 100 meters away.

The sprinters in each class—the 100-meter athletes gathered together, watched Lin Yujing and Shen Juan walk over, and watched them walk over, and left the stadium through Gate 3.

The school doctor's office walked a while from the stadium, and as soon as the two of them were out of sight of everyone in the stadium, Shen Juan grabbed Lin Yujing's wrist and hooked him around his neck, and hugged him horizontally: "Go at this speed, tomorrow's The games are over."

Lin Yu wasn't too pretentious anymore, and simply put his arm around him, walked for a while, and suddenly asked, "Hey, is this a wheelchair for you? I don't think it's accurate."

"How accurate is that?" Shen Juan asked, pressing down on the underside of her school uniform jacket that covered her lap with one hand.

Lin Yu was surprised for a while: "Crane?"

"..."

Shen Juan looked down at her.

The girl huddled in his arms obediently, and although she kept talking to him as if nothing had happened, she looked listless, like a wounded little fox.

"Okay," Shen Juan said, "then the crane."

The school doctor's office is next to the dormitory, a small independent house, the door is unlocked, but no one is there, there are four beds in it, each bed is separated by a white curtain.

Shen Juan put him on the bed at the far end, and Lin Yujing sat on it and looked around: "Shall we wait a while?"

Shen Juan had already pushed the medical cart by the window over, glanced at her legs, and for no reason remembered what He Songnan said a few months ago.

—Legs to play with the year, Mr. Tired.

Lin Yujing's legs were really pretty, they were as white as tender cheese, straight and slender, as beautiful as artificial ones, and there was nothing wrong with them.

The scratch on the back of the calf is even more shocking.

Shen Juan sat at the end of the bed, holding her ankle with one hand, and lifted it up, pinching the heel of the shoe with the other hand, and took off her shoe.

She probably rubbed against the steps when she slid down. The cement steps had sharp edges, and there was a palm-length wound from the ankle bone to the lower half of the calf.

The wound was mixed with fine dust and gravel, and the blood was in a semi-coagulated state, and the blood continued to flow down, staining the socks red.

Shen Juan also took off her socks, revealing her tender feet.

Lin Yu felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and twitched his foot reflexively, but he didn't twitch.

Shen Juan opened the glass bottle containing alcohol cotton, without looking back: "Don't move."

She doesn't move.

Lin Yu was startled and felt her ears were a little hot. She supported the bed in the infirmary with both hands, and rubbed her upper body back, and finally pressed the place where her palm was broken, causing a sharp pain.

Shen Juan happened to be pinching the tweezers again, clamping the alcohol cotton to clean the dust and grit from the wound on her leg.

With the double pinch, she let out a "hiss" in pain, her toes curled up one by one, her arms softened, her upper body fell down, and fell into the pillow in the school infirmary.

He raised his eyes: "It hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel it." Lin Yujing tilted his head, his head buried in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "You are very skillful in your movements."

Like a stubborn female warrior who would rather bend than bend.

Shen Juan nodded, and wiped off a small grain of sand with alcohol cotton.

Lin Yu was so frightened that he kept grabbing the edge of the pillow with his fingers, and even the back of his feet became stiff.

Shen Juan snorted and laughed: "Little liar."

She was not convinced: "I am called brave. During the Anti-Japanese War, I must have been a heroine who was not afraid of any torture."

"The heroines during the Anti-Japanese War are all like you, so you're useless. You just walked flat and fell." Shen Juan raised his leg and hooked the trash can over, threw the blood-stained alcohol cotton into it, and replaced it with a clean one. "I didn't take a look at you."

"You speak as if I've been in your sight all the time, student Shen, we didn't know each other until the beginning of school." Lin Yujing reminded him, and said, "I didn't know your name in the past sixteen years."

Shen Juan put the tweezers into the injection tray: "Now you know."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "You have to remember it for me in the future."

When the boy said this, his voice was low, gentle and long.

Lin Yu's heart beat inexplicably missed two beats. She collected herself, turned her head to look at him, bent her eyes and smiled and asked, "Hi, my classmate, what's your name?"

Shen Juan smiled but said, "You don't remember me? Who begged me to be her father when school started?"

Lin Yu was startled: "..."

Lin Yujing also had some skin injuries on the palms of her hands and calves. She thought she might have sprained her ankles, but it turned out that she didn't. After a while, the pain in her wrists and ankles gradually dissipated.

Shen Juan was really proficient in handling the wound. Ten minutes later, when the school doctor came back, it was almost finished. Lin Yu lay down for a while in shock, put on Shen Juan's school uniform as a dress, and went back to the dormitory to change.

The edge of the red skirt was torn a little, Lin Yujing changed her clothes, jumped in place twice in the dormitory, and after making sure that there was no other discomfort, she went downstairs slowly and walked towards the stadium.

She was beaten twice in the past three days, and she didn't care much if the skin was scratched. Anyway, the skin is relatively close, and the scabs will form in a few days.

It was 10:30 in the morning when I returned to the gymnasium, and there was still more than an hour of lunch break. The drums of the 20th class of the high school were full of enthusiasm, and the sound of cheering kept coming and going. The men's 200-meter athlete, Wang Yiyang, the No. 2 mop runner, was running wildly on the track.

Wang Yiyang once boasted to Lin Yu that no one dared to say that he was the first in his 200-meter race.

Lin Yu was startled when he thought of the scene of the teenager leaping out of a group fight with lightning speed and roaring "Everyone come and hit me! Kill me!!", and he believed it. After all, not everyone has that A terrifying explosive force.

As a result, when she saw Wang Yiyang running today, she almost laughed out loud.

The young man is like a little wild horse, with big strides, two hooves constantly pounding, three or two leaps, staying in the air very handsomely, as if there is an invisible obstacle in front of him blocking him.

Very standard and professional 110-meter hurdles.

Lin Yu counted in surprise, and just like that, he was able to come third.

There are really no fast runners in No.8 Middle School.

She was laughing as she walked towards Class 10. Song Zhiming was beating the drums, stopped, and ran over: "Hey, Lin Yujing, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just scratched the skin a little bit, and it looks scary," Lin Yu waved his hand in surprise, and scanned around, but Shen Juan was not seen.

I didn't see Wen Zihui either.

She didn't intend to ask at first, but as soon as she turned her head, Song Zhiming approached with an expression of "I'm a sensible thief" and said, "Shen Juan called Wen Zihui away just now."

Lin Yu was startled.

Song Zhiming continued: "Judging from the boss's expression, I'm afraid that classmate Wen is more or less ominous, and it will soon become the second oil portrait that the boss hangs on the wall."

Lin Yu was startled: "..."

Shen Juan is actually very helpless now.

He felt that his positioning of himself was quite accurate. He was just a very good-tempered, Buddhist high school student, but just because he had almost killed his idiot deskmate before, he was rumored to be bloody and violent, which made people Very helpless.

In fact, he is very reasonable and does not advocate force to solve the problem.

Especially when the one standing in front of him is still a girl.

Originally, Shen Juan didn't want to care about the affairs between the little girls, and Lin Yujing herself was not the type to be bullied. No one knew her combat prowess and thorny character that would never be at a disadvantage better than Shen Juan. He knew that She can handle it well by herself.

But Shen Juan remembered the time when she gritted her teeth and said it didn't hurt, when she buried her head in the pillow with a white face in the infirmary, when she stretched her back of her feet and grabbed the pillow with her fingertips.

It made him a little bit intolerable.

Shen Juan originally wanted to reason.

As a result, Wen Zihui started crying as soon as she followed him into the gymnasium.

The girl was still sobbing at the beginning, but later she became unrestrained crying, apologizing while crying: "Student Shen, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to hit her, I didn't expect her to fall … Whoa whoa whoa—”

Crying miserably and looking sincere, people don't know how to speak.

"..."

Shen Juan put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and looked at her indifferently: "Why did you bump into her?"

Wen Zihui wiped the tears on her face with the cuff of her school uniform, sniffled again, and said honestly: "I'm jealous of her good looks. Originally, the one holding the sign must be mine. When she came, she became her."

"...?"

Because of this.

Shen Juan wondered if these girls were all mentally ill.

He nodded, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took a bite of one, and said indifferently, "I don't want to get involved in the conflict between you girls, but I don't want to see my deskmate being wronged, and I don't want her to be hurt. You go and explain to her." I'm sorry, how does she want to solve it, listen, it's over with me."

He took out the lighter, lowered his head slightly, lit it, raised his eyes in the smoke, and asked the other party's opinion very understandingly: "Do you think it's okay?"

The author has something to say:

I am early today! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

X years later, Lin Yu lay paralyzed on the bed in shock: Don't you fucking hate my pain? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Juanye: How many times have I said it, I am a considerate, polite social brother (breathing smoke rings