He really wanted to just leave this coquettish and arrogant guy here.
Although he didn't say it, the ugly look said everything.
With a strong desire to survive, He Qing quickly changed his words, "Brother, brother, help me."
Zuo Feng stopped, and looked down at the boy.
He was dressed quite well today, with a white shirt and no other strange scents on his body. He was looking up at himself pitifully with his fair and tender face.
As if sensing Zuo Feng's looseness, the boy shrugged his nose, and stretched out his hand cautiously, "Can you help me up?"
Zuo Feng looked at him with a frown, and finally stretched out his hand to help him up.
Seeing He Qing moaning in pain while leaning on his body with all his strength, and lifting one foot carefully, not even daring to land, he endured the disgust in his heart and looked at the one that was even slender than a girl. White and tender ankles.
"Are you dislocated?"
"Ah??" He Qing panicked immediately. He looked at his painful foot with a bitter face, "Dislocated? What should I do then!"
He has grown so big, let alone a dislocation, even if his skin is scratched, he will be booed and warmed for a long time.
Thinking that the dislocation was so serious, the slightly delicate eyes began to brew, and soon, the eye sockets became red again.
Zuo Feng looked at the pitiful people around him who looked like they were about to twitch, and the disgust in his heart was about to explode.
"It's just a dislocation, look at you."
Although Zuo Feng looks more like a girl since he was a child, he is still a normal rough guy in his heart, because his appearance is not uncommonly talked about, what he looks down on the most is a boy like He Qing who is more delicate than a girl.
"You said it lightly, why didn't I see you and dislocated one!"
He Qing lifted his leg pitifully, his whole body throbbed with pain from doing sit-ups before, new injuries and old injuries added together, and he felt infinite grief and indignation.
Seeing him like this, Zuo Feng disdainful, he sneered, and wrote lightly, "When I was in high school, I was fighting with someone, and I was cut in the leg. At that time, the white bones were exposed, and the blood flowed even more. Didn't say anything."
"Look at you again, tsk tsk..."
He originally wanted to tell He Qing what masculinity is, but he heard the young man's ears, but the main point was only one sentence.
Is this guy so cruel in high school
The blood is rushing, the bones are exposed...
"Hey hey..." Zuo Feng was recalling his youthful past, but he felt the weight on his body slipped and slid down. Fortunately, he caught it quickly with his sharp eyes, otherwise He Qing would definitely fall to the ground.
"What are you doing, you!"
Hearing the man's angry questioning voice, He Qing replied with a pale face and a miserable soft voice, "I'm dizzy with blood..."
Blood? Where did the blood come from
Zuo Feng impatiently supported him again, relying on himself being much taller than the boy, he lifted him by the shoulder with one hand, lifting him up like a chicken.
"Okay, don't worry about it, I'll take you to the school doctor."
He Qing was terribly frightened by his previous words, and automatically created a brutal image of beating people with a machete in his mind, and at this moment, he really dared not make a sound like a little chicken.
Weakly agreed, he was carried just like that, and jumped to the school doctor's office with one foot.
Although He Qing is frail, he never risked his life and puts his own life above everything else. Therefore, he has been in the school for a year and has never been to the school infirmary.
He had a jumpy personality, was helped by Zuo Feng to sit on the bed, his ankle didn't hurt so much, and he opened a pair of beautiful almond eyes and looked around curiously.
Looking around, his eyes fell on Zuo Feng's face.
Looking at his pretty face, He Qing smacked his lips in pity, why such a good-looking person has such a bad personality.
Fortunately, it's a man. It would be a pity if it was a girl.
Thinking about it, I thought of Zuo Xue's head.
The young man who was listless just now suddenly regained his energy. He carefully looked at Zuo Feng's face, and saw that the man was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, coughing softly, trying to attract his attention.
There was a small cat-like voice beside his ear, Zuo Feng focused on looking down at the phone, without any desire to look up.
He Qing coughed a few times and saw that he didn't respond, and immediately frowned unwillingly.
It doesn't matter, if the mountain doesn't come, I will come and go to the mountain.
He cleared his throat, trying to sweeten his voice.
According to He Qing's experience, generally talking to elders like this can get satisfactory results.
"Brother, what grade are you in? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Zuo Feng was playing with his mobile phone, when suddenly a sweet and greasy voice came from his ear, his hands shook, and the game characters died instantly.
The man frowned and looked at the boy, "Your throat is uncomfortable? Speak well."
He Qing: "..."
This guy who doesn't appreciate it.
Obviously, when he speaks like this at home, his mother and grandma praise him for his nice voice.
Cursing his lips, the boy returned to his normal tone, green and crisp, "I really like Xuexue, you see, I ran today just for her."
As he said that, intentionally or unintentionally, he moved his injured left leg to the position of the man, so that he could see his determination.
"You're not playing."
Zuo Feng lowered his eyes and restarted the game, his subordinates kept moving and did not forget to say a few words, "My sister doesn't like your type."
"Which type am I?"
He Qing suddenly became unhappy, "Everyone is born the same, whatever she likes, I can change to that!"
After hearing this, Zuo Feng stopped playing the game and raised his eyebrows to smile at the young man. This smile was like spring blossoms on his pretty face, and He Qing's eyes lit up immediately.
In the next second, the feeling of first love was shattered by the man's magnetic voice.
"She likes people who are taller than her."
He Qing's whole body is not well.
Being short was a shortcoming that he himself could not ignore.
Although his father is 180 tall, he can't stand his mother being short.
Mother He is a petite little beauty. Father He has said more than once that her height is just right, and she just happens to be able to be held in the palm of one's hand to stimulate the desire for protection.
But He Qing, he is a boy.
Although he looks pretty good-looking, it can't stand that he is not tall.
Although He's father's genes helped to make the boy less like He's mother, compared to the average height of a man, He Qing is still a little short.
For the narcissistic him, this was an indelible pain.
At the same time, it is also an irrefutable shortcoming.
So, facing this man who might be his future uncle, He Qing lowered his head in aggrieved manner, his voice was pitifully weak.
"I'm drinking milk every day now, and I'm going to grow taller soon."
Zuo Feng was almost amused by him.
"Okay, even if you can still grow taller, look at your body, you can sprain your ankle after walking around the track, and start crying before bleeding. My younger sister is not as delicate as you. If you really Now that we are together, who will coax whom in the future?"
He Qing himself knew that his personality was like that, and immediately murmured softly, "We can coax each other..."
Zuo Feng didn't even bother to laugh anymore, this kid was so interesting that it was beyond his imagination.
Seeing that He Qing was still pursing his mouth and stirring his clothes restlessly with his hands, he looked even younger than a little girl.
"Okay, don't worry about it, she told me that if you don't look for a partner this year, if you have this skill, you should study hard, it's better than nothing."
Zuo Feng's appearance was originally handsome, although long-term exercise had turned his skin into a wheat color, but it also looked younger, which is why He Qing always regarded him as a peer.
Seeing him, a man who looked not much older than him, talking to him in such an elder tone, He Qing immediately became unhappy.
However, it's useless to be unwilling. Thinking of the way the man was cut off when he lightly talked about the fight before, the boy's already timid heart was even more frightened into a corner.
Of course, he refused to admit that he was so cowardly because of fear.
He is because this is the brother of the person he likes, yes, that's it!
After doing some psychological training for himself, He Qing felt that he had a little bit of confidence. He mustered up his courage and looked at the man, "Don't worry, I will work hard to become the kind of person Xuexue likes. She's fine."
Zuo Feng: "..." This kid may not understand good words.
It may also be something wrong with the brain.
He didn't bother to talk to He Qing anymore, anyway, based on his experience, Zuo Xue had ways to refuse suitors like this.
Although in order to maintain that so-called goddess image, she used a very tactful way of rejection, but after a few times, the suitors also retreated.
Looking at the firm eyes of the young boy who is not afraid of tigers, and thinking of the girl who is at home and the sister who pretends to be a goddess, Zuo Feng doesn't dislike him so much for his behavior of chasing Zuo Xue.
Such a squeamish kid, it is estimated that he will be defeated after a week.
Just as he was thinking, the school doctor opened the door and walked in. Seeing that it was Zuo Feng, he greeted him, "Mr. Zuo, you are here too."
"Yes, I saw this student sprained his ankle, so I'll send him over."
Zuo Feng nodded and smiled with the school doctor, put away all sharp edges, and looked like an ordinary teacher.
He Qing was almost dumbfounded seeing his face change.
Mr. Zuo
This guy who looks his age is the teacher
Just thinking about it, the school doctor mentioned the boy's red ankle, looked at it, and poked it again, "Does it hurt?"
"Ah—" A shrill scream resounded through the entire school medical room.
Now I don't even need to answer, it must be painful to scream so badly.
Zuo Feng stood aside and watched the school doctor examine him. No matter what he did, He Qing had only one reaction, screaming.
Obviously the school doctor didn't seem to use much force, but he barked like a pig that was about to be slaughtered.
Fortunately, there was no one in the school infirmary at this time, or else everyone would have come in to watch.
"Take it easy... ah!!"
When the school doctor finally let go of his hand, the boy's almond eyes were already full of tears. He shrank pitifully into a ball, looking at the school doctor vigilantly and carefully, his body stiffly repelling his approach.
"It's just a sprain, but it's okay, there's not much injury inside, just apply medicine every day and it'll be fine."
He Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it wasn't a broken bone, and when he heard that the medicine was applied, he became concerned again.
"Does it hurt to apply the medicine?"
The school doctor who was taking off the gloves heard the timid voice behind him, and suddenly turned around dumbfounded, "Don't worry, classmate, it's just rubbing the medicine, and the strength is similar to the one I just checked."
About the same as the strength he just checked? ? ?
The teenager covered in severe pain only felt a bolt from the blue.
He was almost about to cry, but when he saw Zuo Feng standing aside and looking at him with distaste, he withdrew his tears aggrievedly, trying to make himself appear more manly in front of his uncle.
"Then doctor, can I wipe it myself?"
"Okay, I'll give you the medicine, just apply it three times a day, you can try it yourself first."
The school doctor said, and went out to get the medicine.
Zuo Feng looked at the young man with red face and red eye sockets, shook his head and sat down, and asked curiously, "Does it really hurt so much?"
He Qing regained his spirits immediately, this is a good opportunity to prove himself!
He straightened his back, trying to bring tenacity and unyielding spirit into his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse and choked, "It hurts, but I can hold it back."
Zuo Feng was also holding back, he tried very hard not to laugh out loud after hearing the young man's words.
How can this guy pretend
Could it be that he forgot that he had clearly seen his painful cry before
Suppressing a smile, the man nodded with a serious face, "I didn't expect you to be so strong."
He Qing's eyes lit up when he heard him praise himself, and he straightened his back even more, trying to let his future uncle know what an excellent person he is.
"I just sprained my ankle now. When my ankle is healed, I can go for a run immediately, and I can immediately develop the abdominal muscles that Xuexue likes."
Zuo Feng wanted to laugh seeing him like this.
His eyes are as red as a rabbit, but he still wants to pretend to be a mature and stable tiger. Are all the children so cute now
"Here, here's the medicine. A student came outside. I'll go out first. Doctor Zuo will help pass it."
Zuo Feng stood up, took the medicine in his hand, looked at the instructions, and said, "It's very simple, just rub it on your hands, and then use your hands to wipe the painful areas on your hands. Would you like me to help?"
"No, I can do it myself."
Thinking that no one would notice, he quietly glanced at the medicine, the young man's eyes were full of bitterness, he took it carefully, and wiped it on his hands.
The white and tender slender fingertips were covered with medicine. He Qing tried his best to keep calm, put his hand on the red ankle, and gave it a light stroke.
Ehe? It doesn't hurt!
His eyes lit up immediately, he was no longer wronged or sad, he just applied the medicine on his ankle carefully, little by little.
While smearing the medicine, she raised her head triumphantly at the man and raised her mouth, "Look, I said I'm not afraid of pain."
Zuo Feng looked at the dimples on his white and tender face on the left side and felt itchy in his heart. Maybe it was because he was unhappy seeing his snarky appearance, so the man deliberately asked, "Didn't the doctor say that you have the same strength as him? You Is the force too light?"
"Yes, is there?"
He Qing suddenly felt guilty, and kept moving his hands, as if trying to cover up his guilty conscience, "Isn't it just smearing the medicine on it? It doesn't matter if you are strong or not!"
Having said that, whether he was injured or not, what should be asked should be asked clearly.
Zuo Feng stood up under the terrified gaze of the young man, and shouted to the outside, "Does it have to be as strong as yours?"
A reply came from the other side, "Yes, it must be rubbed off, it may be a little painful, let that classmate bear it, if you don't rub it off, it will drag you into a serious illness in the future."
Zuo Feng lowered the door curtain and raised his eyebrows at the young man who was looking at him in disbelief with his beautiful almond eyes.
"Look, the doctor said to use force."
He looked at the pitiful look of the young man who was almost suffocating in fright, and reminded him very viciously, "It's the strength of the doctor just now."
It's not that He Qing's whole body is bad now, his whole body is bad.
How strong was the doctor just now
Let him treat himself so cruelly
"I, I'll wait until I get back to the dormitory before applying the medicine." When the disaster was imminent, He Qing turned his head and only thought of walking as the best plan.
Seeing him pitifully about to fall to the ground like a little turtle, Zuo Feng tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, and coughed lightly, "Don't be so troublesome, you apply the medicine here before going back, Good for your wound."
"No, no need..."
The boy's eyes were round, and he looked at the man timidly, "Isn't the doctor seeing a doctor? I'll make room for him."
"Thank you brother for helping me come here. I will definitely thank you tomorrow."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? It's not a traumatic injury. It's fine to just go to see a doctor outside. Don't you thank me? Brother, I'm a good person to the end. I'll help you apply the medicine and then help you back home."
"no, I'm fine… "
He Qing was almost dumbfounded by fright, and kept saying no, but he didn't notice the amused look in the man's eyes at all.
It's been a long time since Zuo Feng met such a fun person, and he's still pretending to be fooled by him.
He deliberately pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Why don't you let me apply the medicine for you? Are you afraid of pain?"
Zhen·Afraid of Pain·Qing tried her best to resist the urge to shed tears, gritted her teeth and said seriously, "I'm not afraid, as a person, the thing I'm not afraid of the most is pain."
But man, very reliable, choose me to be your brother-in-law, that's right!
Zuo Feng smiled gratifyingly at the young man, "Coincidentally, what I admire the most are those who are not afraid of pain. Come here, for the sake of our brother's affinity, I will help you rub the medicine."
Obediently laying her feet on the edge of the bed, she leaned back reflexively when she heard the man's words. She was obviously so frightened that her whole body was stiff, and she managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Don't bother you, I'd better go back and... ah—"
Just as he was talking, the man quickly grabbed the small red and swollen ankle. Halfway through the boy's words, he suddenly turned into a scream. He suddenly met the man's smiling eyes and choked it up go back.
Enduring the tears rolling in his eyes, the pretty boy tried his best to explain in a choked voice, "Suddenly want to sing."
"You can tell, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, right?" Zuo Feng smiled, grabbing the young man's delicate ankle, and went to get the medicine with the other hand.
"Ah-"
The man lowered his head, almost fell to the ground laughing in his heart, but he still maintained his composure on his face, and made a comment.
"Turn it up and have a good voice."