Others have no idea what's going on now.
He Porridge stood one meter away from them, carefully looking this way, for fear that his brother Jiao would suddenly explode in anger and beat him on the head.
Wu Weicheng held the basketball stupidly, looked at this and that, but didn't dare to speak first.
Peng Chengcheng remained silent as usual.
It was Zheng Que, who put his hips on his hips and laughed heartlessly: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, what are you two doing? Playing Russian dolls?"
Jing Ci looked down at Yingjiao, his palms were sweaty, his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly speak. My mind was in a mess, but I was still thinking subconsciously for Yingjiao: "I, I won't move... Get in the way, you can get it done quickly."
Yingjiao's eyes froze, and those coquettish words that had already reached his lips could not be uttered no matter what.
In that flashy moment just now, he thought of many kinds of Jing Ci's reactions in his heart.
He might be ashamed, angry, or even disgusted, but he never expected him to say such a thing.
Jing Ci has a thin skin, and now his face is extremely unnatural, and it looks like he is about to bounce. Yingjiao was ready to be kicked by him, but in the end...
Yingjiao closed his eyes, firmly suppressing the throbbing in his heart, not to let himself continue to lose his composure.
How could there be such an obedient and nice person as Jing Ci in this world, so that every day, he liked him more than the day before.
He looked at Jing Ci's red ears and sighed inwardly.
This little fool, he doesn't move, he will have to be so hard for the rest of his life.
"I'm sorry," Yingjiao rubbed his head, apologizing, "I embarrassed you."
"...No," Jing Ji lay on his chest, feeling the violent ups and downs of his chest, and shrank her fingertips: "You didn't mean it either."
Yingjiao took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Don't tease me anymore."
If you push it any further, it will really catch fire.
"Huh?" Jing Ji was puzzled.
"It's nothing." Yingjiao collected himself, looked up at He Porridge, and said hoarsely, "Old He, throw my school uniform over here."
"Oh oh oh." He Porridge felt that he had escaped a catastrophe, and without asking why, he quickly handed him the school uniform obediently.
"Get up first, don't worry, no one can see." Yingjiao let go of Jing Ci's waist, and lowered his voice, "Did you fall?"
"No." Jing Jiqiang looked around calmly, and in order to cover Yingjiao, he got up little by little in an awkward posture.
Yingjiao was sore and soft by his slow and considerate movements. When he came together, he immediately put the school uniform between his legs and sat up with one long leg.
At this moment, Yingjiao felt a severe pain in his elbow and back.
He was afraid that Jing Ci would feel guilty, so he covered it up calmly, waiting for the reaction to fade away expressionlessly.
"Brother Jiao, are you alright?" Seeing that he couldn't get up for a long time, He Porridge became anxious: "A sprained ankle? Or can't you use your waist?"
Who is his brother Jiao, who is not afraid of driving a knife around his neck, when has he ever been unable to get up
It seems that this time it really fell hard.
"May I help you up?" He Porridge said, and was about to reach out to pull Ying Jiao.
Yingjiao glanced at him, avoided his hand, and sneered: "Thank you, my waist is very good."
After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and wrapped the two sleeves of the school uniform jacket around his waist, and tied a knot, so that the hanging part could just block the front.
Yingjiao stood up, pulled Jing Ci and left: "You play, we two go over there to rest for a while."
"Oh." He Congee nodded in a daze, and after a while, turned to Zheng Que: "Did something happen to them just now that we don't know about?"
Zheng Que shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
"Forget it, whatever they do." He Porridge took the basketball from Wu Weicheng and patted it on the ground twice: "Come on, let's continue."
Beside the horizontal bar, Yingjiao's physical reaction had subsided. He took off his school uniform, and when he was about to put it on, Jing Ci stretched out his hand to stop him.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Ji took the coat out of his hands, and suddenly said, "Close your eyes."
"What are you doing?" Yingjiao glanced at him, and smiled coquettishly: "You want to take the opportunity to kiss me secretly?"
He lowered his head and approached Jing Ci: "What is the relationship between us, if you want to kiss, you need to steal it, I..."
Jing Ji reached out his hand to cover his mouth familiarly, and said calmly, "Let me see your injuries."
Yingjiao was stunned for a moment, his eyes softened involuntarily, he stopped talking, and closed his eyes obediently.
Jing Ci carefully pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.
When Yingjiao fell to the ground, he supported himself with his elbows. Both elbows were completely broken at the moment, and he was bleeding continuously. Fortunately, he was wearing a black sweater today, otherwise he might be hurt when he saw the blood stains. Add halo.
The elbows are like this, what about the body
Jing Ci suddenly didn't dare to read any more.
"It's okay." Yingjiao almost knew his injury. Hearing Jingci's silence for a long time, he guessed that he was guilty, and said nonchalantly: "Man, how can I not bleed."
He quickly pulled down the sleeve of the sweater and opened his eyes: "Okay, don't look at it, this little injury will heal in a few days."
Jing Ci suddenly stood up, picked up his schoolbag hanging on the horizontal bar, and said to Yingjiao, "Go to the school infirmary."
Yingjiao smiled: "No, it's a big deal."
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
Yingjiao continued: "Listen, get out of class is over, and if you go again, you will delay the class. The next class is math class."
Jing Ci didn't speak, just looked at him motionless.
When Jing Ci had a straight face, he looked a little cold. When people unfamiliar with him saw him like this, they would subconsciously take a detour. Yingjiao's eyes automatically showed him nestled in his arms, blushing.
It's soft and cute, so cute that you can't wait to hug and kiss it.
Who can resist being looked at by him like this
Yingjiao compromised within a few seconds: "Okay, listen to you, I will listen to you."
After getting his answer, Jing Ji raised his foot and was about to walk forward. Just as he took a step, Yingjiao grabbed his schoolbag from behind.
"I'll carry it."
Jing Ji looked at his hand hesitantly.
"It's just a fall, it's not that fragile." Yingjiao threw the schoolbag to his shoulders, moved his arms vigorously twice, and smiled at Jing Ci with sideways eyes: "Don't talk about carrying a schoolbag, it's not a bad idea to carry you to the school infirmary Question, do you want to try it?"
Jing Ci's footsteps paused, and the heartbeat that had just calmed down began to speed up again.
He ignored Yingjiao and quickened his pace towards the school infirmary.
Yingjiao looked at his hurried back, smiled, and raised his foot to catch up.
Thanks to He Porridge's size, when Yingjiao fell with Jing Ci in his arms, the impact was very strong, and he was seriously injured.
In addition to the elbow, a large piece was scratched on the back, and the surrounding area was bloody, which looked very scary.
"This is not a serious injury." The school doctor replaced him with an iodine cotton ball, and while cleaning the blood around the wound, he sighed, "If it is any more serious, the flesh will fall off."
Yingjiao frowned when he saw Jing Ci lowered his eyes without saying a word, feeling a little annoyed at the school doctor's talkativeness.
"It's not a big deal," Yingjiao endured the pain, pulled Jing Ci to sit next to him, prevented him from looking at the wound on his back, and deliberately changed the subject: "I didn't ask you just now, did the exam go well?"
"Very good," Jing Ci replied briefly, picked up the medical cotton cloth next to him and said to Yingjiao, "Close your eyes."
Yingjiao laughed: "No need to bandage..."
"Yes." Jing Ji insisted.
He lives alone, what if he accidentally sees and faints
Yingjiao had no choice but to close his eyes and let him twist and turn his elbows into dumplings.
Before the wound on the doctor's back was treated, the class bell rang.
"I'll ask He Porridge to ask for a leave," Yingjiao picked up the phone, and as soon as he said something, a message from He Porridge popped up on the screen, asking where he and Jing Ci had gone and why they hadn't come back yet.
"This is really a coincidence." Yingjiao unlocked the phone and clicked on the WeChat group—
[Pride]: The school doctor's office.
[Jiao]: Help me and Lao Liu take a vacation, we should be able to go back within ten minutes.
He Porridge, who received the news, shook his hand, feeling extremely guilty.
Did Yingjiao fall particularly hard
Those who never wanted to go to the hospital went to the school infirmary...
[Peng Chengcheng]: What's wrong
[Your uncle of the He family]: Brother Jiao, are you okay
In the school doctor's room, Jing Ci carefully helped Yingjiao put down the sweater that was pushed up, and followed the school doctor to the counter to get the medicine.
Yingjiao saw that he was busy making arrangements for himself, and he was in a good mood. He felt that the squat bedside tables in the school doctor's room were extremely cute.
He glanced at his phone, and the group messages were constantly refreshing on the screen.
Yingjiao didn't want to provoke them anymore, but He Piao and the others were too ignorant, and kept showing their presence in front of his eyes.
Yingjiao sighed and typed, no wonder he was there.
[Jiao]: Not serious, just a minor injury.
He Porridge was moved and burst into tears.
He is a little coquettish, but he is still sincere to his brother.
Minor injury? He doesn't know him yet? Can a person who refuses to go to the hospital with a high fever of 39 degrees go to the school infirmary for a small injury
Brother Jiao must be afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he said that on purpose.
He Porridge sniffed and was about to reply when a new message from Yingjiao came—
[Jiao]: It's just that Jing Ci is worried and insists on letting me come, hey.
[Jiao]: No way, I can only let him go.
[Jiao]: I advise you, don't fall in love in the future.
[Jiao]: When it comes to falling in love, while gaining happiness, it also loses troubles.
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He Porridge gritted his teeth, wishing he could poke himself to death just a second ago.
Moved a few! Why didn't he just kill this old hooligan? !
He was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he was about to put away his phone, out of sight and out of mind, when another new message came in from the group——
[Jiao]: Fortunately, I came to the school doctor's office this time, and I found out that I was sick.
[Pride]: A disease that will never get better.
He Porridge had already seen through his virtues, he heheed, but did not reply.
What disease? Sickness
On the other hand, Zheng Que didn't remember to eat or beat, so he immediately took up the conversation—
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, are you okay, what's wrong
Yingjiao was waiting for this sentence, and immediately replied——
[Arrogance]: The wife is strict.
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He Porridge turned his head and gave Zheng Que a quick blow: "I'll make you so cheap!"
Zheng Que was beaten honestly, shook his head and sighed: "I'm not coquettish enough."
Peng Chengcheng coughed a few times and kicked He Porridge's stool, but He Porridge and Zheng Que were so excited by Yingjiao that they were a little delirious now, and they didn't notice at all. They talked head to head: " Win the pride of this dog day!"
A male voice with a half-smile sounded beside his ear: "What's wrong with Yingjiao?"
Without turning his head, He Porridge said: "Jing Ci is in the school infirmary!"
The male voice asked again: "What happened to him?"
He Porridge yelled impatiently: "Wife control is strict! Wife control is strict! He said he got wife control! You keep asking..."
He Porridge raised his eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, and he stood up tremblingly: "Liu, Teacher Liu...?"
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Teacher Liu: He Porridge, you, get up, and tell me what you said again.