Before taking off his clothes, Nan Zhou knew that this move would inevitably expose his scars.
But he knew that Jiang Fang had a good personality and was a gentleman.
On the premise that he is unwilling to reveal secrets, he will not easily ask questions that cross the line.
It doesn't matter if Jiang Fang saw it.
And Jiang Fang really did what he thought, seeing the weird scars all over his body, and didn't ask any more questions.
He stepped into the bathroom and blocked between Li Yinhang and Nan Zhou with his tall stature. He did not forget to instruct, "Yinhang, stay in a place where you can see me, and don't walk around."
Li Yinhang, who knew how to see the air, did not dare to say a word, and perfectly executed Jiang Fang's instructions.
Jiang Fang squatted down on one knee in front of Nan Zhou and looked up at him: "Are you taking off your pants?"
Nan Zhou snorted, and without shame, he took off the soft slacks all the way to his ankles.
Jiang Fang looked at his underpants with a light brown squirrel pattern and couldn't hold back.
He kept his elbows on his apart knees and laughed heartily.
Nan Zhou thought he smiled very nicely.
Appreciation and yearning for good-looking things made him unconsciously reach out and touch Jiang Fang's face: "... Check first."
Jiang Fang put one hand on his waist: "Okay, Teacher Nan."
… However.
Jiang Fang's inspection seemed far from the "inspection" that Nan Zhou imagined.
He accepts rough fighting and rough treatment.
But he couldn't digest the gentle, serious, light touch without any provocation.
When Jiang Fang's fingertips brushed the radiating electric current scar on Nan Zhou's waist, Nan Zhou straightened his waist a little uncomfortably.
He hummed in a low, nasal voice: "... um."
Jiang Fang has thin and uniform calluses on his fingertips.
To make matters worse, a layer of static electricity remained on his fine cashmere sweater.
Every time Jiang Fang touched it, he could wake up a little electric current.
Jiang Fang did not ask him the origin of the wound, but his fingertips frequently brushed the edge of the wound with a hint of silent doubt.
Nan Zhou refused to speak, and Jiang Fang touched his scar.
The movements are gentle and without any obscene connotations, like stirring the ripples on the water in an ordinary way.
This action seemed to resonate Nan Zhou's body, making him unable to bear the shock of Su Su Mama's subtle electric current, while a small heat wave also kept moving in his abdominal cavity.
Nan Zhou couldn't take it anymore, and explained softly, "... That's not it."
Jiang Fang imitated his mouth addiction when he suddenly realized: "Ah... I understand."
Immediately, he ordered softly: "Turn around."
Nan Zhou turned around, and the pattern of the hamster's round tail was fully exposed in front of Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang let out a laugh, pretending that he couldn't see the scars on his back.
He didn't make Nan Zhou uncomfortable anymore.
After a brief inspection, he held Nan Zhou's wrist by his side, and looked at his ring finger, which had been scratched by the glass.
"Put your clothes on." Jiang Fang handed him the warm clothes that were wrapped in his arms. "Come out later, I'll give you a brief treatment."
After confirming that Nan Zhou was dressed, Li Yinhang raised his head in concern: "Are you alright?"
Jiang Fang took out the medicine box from the corner of the bookshelf with one hand, and with the other hand, he clasped the fingers that were still at Nanzhou's body temperature, and rubbed them habitually, so as to keep the trace of warmth: "He doesn't have any wounds on his body. It should be just Just frightened."
At this time, Nan Zhou walked out of the bathroom neatly dressed.
… there was no frightened look on his face.
No respect for ghosts.
Nan Zhou also confirmed to Jiang Fang, "Are you sure I don't have any excess on me?"
There are still seven or eight regrets in the words.
Jiang Fang shook his head.
Nothing but age-old scars.
Li Yinhang felt that there was something wrong with Nan Zhou's thinking: "... Wouldn't it be better if we didn't?"
"The person who left the recording of the death should be being chased by this 'rustling' ghost."
Nan Zhou said slowly: "He clearly showed so much fear in the recording. But if ghosts really have no lethal power like this, why should he be so afraid?"
Li Yinhang: "..."
She decided to give the boss a look at the definition of the word "lethality" by normal people.
She asked Nan Zhou, "Mr. Nan, what did you see just now?"
Nan Zhou, who stretched out his hand to Jiang Fang's bandage, thought about it carefully: "My head in the mirror suddenly turned over."
He gestured: "Just like this, against the upper edge of the frame, leaning to one side."
Just listening to the description, Li Yinhang felt that Yahuazi was chilled.
Li Yinhang: "... Normally speaking, this matter itself is very 'lethal'."
Nan Zhou was obviously confused: "But that ghost didn't cause any real harm, is there any need to be so scared?"
Li Yinhang succinctly explained the reason: "Mental injury is the most deadly."
Nan Zhou: "Then why does the game say that?"
Nan Zhou repeated the requirements of the game: "'Before the game time ends, don't go crazy, survive'."
Nan Zhou: "If ghosts can only cause mental damage, the dungeon only needs to stipulate 'don't go crazy' and 'don't reset the san value to zero'. Emphasis on 'survive' means that ghosts will still cause substantial damage to players."
Li Yinhang was suddenly at a loss for words.
She realized that Nan Zhou's ability to think of this level meant that he, who had had direct contact with the unknown, was now the one with the most life-threatening worries among the three.
After discovering this floor, Li Yinhang felt a little choked up and whispered, "...Then have you come up with a solution to the trouble?"
"Not yet."
When answering the question, Nan Zhou was looking at the pale pink Band-Aid with the head of Mi Rabbit on his finger.
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p; He sensed the worry in Li Yinhang's voice.
So, while touching the Band-Aid, he tried to appease Li Yinhang, who looked more nervous than him: "Actually, I'm still a little scared."
Li Yinhang glanced at the san value bar showing garbled characters.
She asked, "...do you want to drink milk tea?"
Nan Zhou raised his head and asked earnestly, "Can I be sent to the school?"
Li Yinhang: "..." You're scared.
Finally, they decided to order milk tea tomorrow.
There is only one single bed in the foreign student dormitory.
Jiang Fang gave the bed to Li Yinhang.
Li Yinhang wanted to push back, but Jiang Fang interrupted her with frowning eyes: "Let the girl sleep on the ground, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."
Li Yinhang smiled dryly: "Hahaha." Actually, this bed can't sleep two people, right
She tucked herself into the air, making sure that it was so tight that ghosts could not start, her heart sank, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Went to his.
120 hours, one less after an hour.
They must get by.
Li Yinhang forced himself to fall asleep.
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were lying on a makeshift bed with two layers of soft mattresses, and in the middle of the pillows was sleeping a South Pole star with its belly turned over.
... speechless for a while.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang's profile: "Are you angry?"
Jiang Fang closed his eyes: "...No."
Nan Zhou: "You have. You actually pressed my wound on purpose."
Jiang Fang opened his eyes and did not answer.
Nan Zhou sighed softly.
He said, "I won't hide it from you in the future."
Nan Zhou: "I'm used to doing things alone, so I always want to observe and see for myself when I get information, and I don't usually share it."
Nan Zhou: "I will learn and share with Yinhang in the future."
Jiang Fang still didn't say anything.
Nan Zhou said what he wanted to say in one breath, and he didn't know what else to do, so he had to be silent.
His intuition was that Jiang Fang fully understood his motive for concealing the two "rustles" he heard.
Therefore, his explanation is basically equivalent to a waste of time.
Nan Zhou didn't know why he was wasting unnecessary time and reiterated his thoughts to Jiang Fang.
So, he obediently pursed his lips and thought about the reason.
After a while, a warm hand suddenly stretched out from the side, placed it on his wrist, and held it gentlemanly.
Jiang Fang's low voice sounded in his ear: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."
Nan Zhou's uncomfortable heart suddenly calmed down: "..."
Take care of me.
Kind of happy.
He said, "Well, good night."
But the hand was still vacantly held on his wrist and did not leave.
Nan Zhou did not break free.
His self-assured concealment made Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang unhappy.
He felt obliged to appease them well.
Besides, he has other words to explain to Jiang Fang.
Nan Zhou still remembered the man's intermittent babble and painful moaning in the death message:
"That place doesn't exist, so we can't exist either—"
This touched the secret string in Nan Zhou's heart.
Nan Zhou turned his head, looked at Jiang Fang again, and said solemnly, "Brother Fang."
Jiang Fang: "Huh?"
Nan Zhou said, "If something happens to me, please work hard and don't forget my existence."
In the deep darkness, Jiang Fang was silent at first.
Immediately, he smiled vaguely.
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and stared at Nan Zhou.
His pale eyes borrowed a thin piece of light from the moonlight outside, and it seemed to contain a complete galaxy inside.
"I never wanted to forget you."
"Even if you forget yourself, I will help you remember."
With such a promise, Nan Zhou felt more at ease: "Thank you."
The mind was calm, and tiredness also poured in.
Jiang Fang was sensitively aware of the growing tiredness all over his body, and said softly, "Go to sleep."
Nan Zhou used the most indifferent tone, and said heart-warming words: "...I said good night."
Jiang Fang understood his overtones and couldn't help but say, "Then, I also say good night, Teacher Nan."
Feeling that the breath by the pillow gradually became steady, Jiang Fang turned to his side.
Facing the peaceful silhouette of Nan Zhou in the moonlight, he said softly, "...you don't know."
You were by my side when I was young.
Outside the door is the constant noise of the neighbor's babies, the sobbing of the mother's alcohol, the frustrated chapters of the down-and-out violinist in the attic as he draws his bow.
The world is noisy, and I hide a you by my hand.
My heart was as quiet then as it is now.
However, you don't know anything right now.
Jiang Fang gently put one hand on Nan Zhou's wrist, feeling the powerful beat of his pulse, while the other hand was attached to the pocket of his pajama pants, rubbing slowly.
There was a folded note paper lying there, truthfully recording the fact that Nan Zhou concealed clues and took risks privately today.
Jiang Fang spent 300 points to open a new storage compartment.
He put this sticky note into it and kept it safe.
Jiang Fang will remember the existence of Nan Zhou and everything about him.
Including the fact that he made a mistake, Jiang Fang will also remember it well for him.
… not a single one will be missed. :,