In the afternoon, there is a basketball game for the senior year, which is the last benefit the school gives to senior high school students.
Jiang Yiyang naturally did his part in this kind of activity. It is rare to be able to emit and receive hormones unscrupulously. Basically, all the members of the class who have competitions gather to watch. Whether they understand it or not, the enthusiasm that gradually spreads is the same.
When Luo Shutu went to the basketball court after class, it was already full circle by circle. Without much hesitation, he went straight to the court where the girls screamed the loudest. Jiang Yiyang.
Her short black hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes were focused and pure, and the tip of her nose was covered with thin beads of sweat. The attractiveness conveyed by her running was fatal.
It's hard to imagine that a boy of this age would have a sexy figure. It's between a teenager and a young man. It's unavoidably green but harmless. The gradually mature temperament has an inexplicable temptation to attract people like moths to a flame. , regardless of gender.
"Jiang Yiyang, come on—" the people around him shouted loudly, and they burst into enthusiastic cheers following his beautiful three-pointer.
Luo Shutu touched his ears secretly, and howled your throats so hoarsely, are you alright...
The game is coming to an end, and according to the score, Jiang Yiyang's class one is sure to win.
Probably there was some physical friction. At first, it was normal for each of them to yell and curse. Later, whoever provoked it, the two teams began to shake hands.
"Wow—" The field referee whistled and stepped forward to pull away the sports student who was grabbing Jiang Yiyang, "What are you doing, what are you doing! You can't play the game anymore, let go!"
"Damn it, damn it—he just bumped into me!" The sports student from Class Seven shook his hands and cursed, "You don't have eyes!"
Jiang Yiyang glanced at him lightly, pursed his lips and walked aside.
"Scatter, keep going!" The referee blew his whistle and shouted.
The gym student spat viciously on the ground, stomped his feet and ran to the side.
The score gap between the two classes widened considerably, and Class Seven probably felt that no matter how aggressive they were in the last ten minutes, there was no hope of catching up. The overall morale was low, and they lazily followed their opponents around the field.
"Pass it to me!" Jiang Yiyang took a breath, and shouted again from a distance, "Pass it to me!"
"-Hold!"
The teammate who was about to throw the ball was hit hard, and the ball in his hand was in the opponent's hand in the blink of an eye. Before he could move, the man held the ball and threw it straight towards him.
The crowd next to me screamed.
"Ah!" Luo Shutu didn't understand what happened at all, and the people around him backed away in a hurry. When he raised his head in doubt, a black shadow bumped into him and hit him hard on the face.
The one who threw the ball was the former sports student. Jiang Yiyang reacted so fast that he could dodge it with his face sideways.
"My God, did he pass out?" There was a brief moment of silence on the side of the venue, and then it boiled again.
Who did you hit? Jiang Yiyang frowned, ignoring the guy who couldn't win the game and just played dirty tricks, and ran quickly to the surrounded place.
"Spread out, let the air circulate..." He squeezed in, and when he saw the thin figure half curled up on the ground, he was stunned, and hurriedly helped him half up, "Tong Xin, Tong Xin?"
How did he come here? The ball hit hard, and it was aimed hard at the head. If there was something... Jiang Yiyang turned his head carefully, and gasped suddenly.
"How is he?" The referee hurried forward, "Who will send him to the infirmary?"
"I'll take him there." Jiang Yiyang said immediately, holding his arm to help him up, and asked in a low voice, "Can you go?"
At the moment when he was hit, Luo Shutu was in so much pain that tears burst out as soon as he brushed it. It was a completely uncontrollable physiological reaction. He saw Jiang Yiyang's face in a daze, and he could hear the question in his ear but I didn't understand the meaning, I just leaned weakly on the person.
Jiang Yiyang didn't expect to have an answer either. Seeing his pitiful appearance, he became anxious, gritted his teeth and bent over to hug him—light, lighter than he imagined—does this guy even eat? He strode towards the door in the infirmary. Time, involuntarily think.
Because of the pain, Tong Xin groaned a few times in a daze. When he lowered his head, he saw the thin neck and the sunken collarbone. If it were a girl, he would probably be crazy with joy. In their words, sexy
Heck, what does this guy want to be sexy? It's serious to eat well, lest people think that the Jiang family abused his stepson.
The doctor on duty in the infirmary was just about to go to eat, when Jiang Yiyang came in with a boy in his arms, he quickly asked someone to sit on the bed, and went forward with the medicine box.
Although the basketball was played beyond the triangular area of the face, the left eye was damaged, the entire eye socket was slightly swollen, slightly bruised and congested, and the eyes were congested, which looked a little scary.
"Okay, just to be on the safe side, it's best to go to the hospital for an ultrasound. This kind of eye injury can easily lead to retinal detachment." The school doctor said while packing up his things, "You students, if you play football so carelessly, your eyes will be damaged." Do you want to? See if things are clear, if your eyesight is normal, there is usually no major problem."
"There are also eye drops to be given, and anti-inflammatory medicines to be taken after meals."
"Understood, thank you teacher." Jiang Yiyang sent her out, nodding in response.
Luo Shutu sat on the bed, the muscles in his eyes still hurt a little, so he could only maintain a stiff expression, and said embarrassingly: "...I didn't bring any money, can I return it to you later?"
Jiang Yiyang walked to the bed with the medicine bag in hand, and said, "It's up to you—do you see if things are blurred? Are you going to the hospital?"
"No, no, no, that, your game..."
"It's okay, I can't lose even if I'm not here." Jiang Yiyang looked at him with guilt, and said in a slow tone, "Just ask for leave for evening self-study, I will go home with you."
Jiang Yiyang's cycling skills are not bad, at least there is no problem with someone behind him.
He had taken Jiang Yifan before, and now he took Tong Xin again, and he had the illusion that things are right and wrong, but he quickly dispelled this idea, not to mention that the two are not comparable, he only helped Tong Xin because I need to take responsibility for his injury.
Contrary to Jiang Yifan's temperament that likes to put his shoulders on his shoulders and stand up and make trouble from time to time, Tong Xin always sits quietly, not even touching the corners of his clothes unless it is absolutely necessary.
It was windy at night, and I still couldn't see it anymore, so I ordered him to lower his head and lean on his back, Tong Xincai reluctantly did, as if he wasn't the one who was injured and couldn't breathe easily.
He was obviously a wounded person, but he didn't even say a word of grievance and coquettishness, even if it hurts, he refused to cry out. Jiang Yiyang thought of those weak and suppressed moans, and suddenly felt a sting.
He is different from Xiaofan. If he were Xiaofan, he would use the excuse of being injured to make things difficult for him at this time. He has no scruples about saying whatever he wants; but Tong Xin... He was not given the right to be willful.
The Jiang family was not too far from the school. When they got home, Jiang's father had not come back from a social event, and only the Tong mother was downstairs watching TV.
Seeing the two children when she opened the door, Tong Mu was taken aback, her eyes fell on Luo Shutu's face, and her expression became ugly: "Why are you back? Can't you go to evening self-study?"
"Tong Xin is injured, I'll take him back to rest." Jiang Yiyang said, pulling the silent man into the door.
"Did Tong Xin cause some trouble? I knew you didn't learn well!" Tong's mother immediately cursed, "You said that you can't read if you want to read, and you can't do work if you want to work. What do you know? You go Did you get into a fight? It’s too embarrassing to come back like this, I really regret why I didn’t strangle you to death in the first place!”
Since marrying into Jiang's family, this is the first time she has shown her dislike for Tong Xin without much concealment.
"It's fine if you don't want to be good, don't spoil your brother Yi Yang!" Tong Mu grabbed Luo Shutu and pulled her upstairs, "Come here, come here!"
Luo Shutu didn't resist at all, and was dragged upstairs staggeringly, with a numb expression on his face.
"Auntie!" Before his brain could react, Jiang Yiyang pulled the two of them back, subconsciously blocked Luo Shutu behind him, and said, "Tong Xin was hit by a basketball, and he didn't do anything."
In fact, it is enough to say this, but he couldn't help but continue: "Also, even if he is at fault, he is still your own son, right? Didn't you see that he hurt his eyes?"
It was enough after meddling with other matters, but he still couldn't help throwing a cold face, and pushed Tong Xin upstairs without giving Tong's mother a look.
Tong Xin's room originally belonged to Jiang Yifan, but it looks like it hasn't changed after changing the owner. The only difference is that it is neater than before.
Noticing Jiang Yiyang's surprise when he saw the furnishings intact, Luo Shutu took off his schoolbag and put it beside the desk, and said softly, "If he returns, you don't have to bother him to change it..."
He doesn't know how to act like a baby, and he doesn't know how to defend himself. This is Tong Xin. Rather than being dull and honest, it is better to say that he lacks a sense of security, but who can give him this sense of security.
Jiang Yiyang looked at the apologetic face, and felt the sting again.
In his heart, Tong Xin shouldn't have taken Xiaofan's place, but now this kind of emotion that shouldn't appear is too hypocritical... Tong Xin can understand him, why can't he understand others ? Those self-righteous deceptions are unnecessary, and it is precisely because of this that the reality is particularly cruel.
"You live here, otherwise where do you want to go?" Jiang Yiyang said with a slightly hoarse voice, "You are not yet an adult."
"I have an ID card," Luo Shutu looked up and said, "...Thank you."
"Thank you, your mother married the old man and not me, and what's more," he cleared his throat, and said, "Can you be more confident, your mother treats you like that, are you dumb?"
"I'm used to it, she used to be too bitter..." Luo Shutu half-closed his eyes and said quietly, "My dad took drugs when I was four years old and almost sold her for it, no matter what , she raised me by herself, so please don't have any opinion on her... "
Jiang Yiyang was silent, took out the medicine bag from his schoolbag and threw it to him, then said: "Don't forget the eye drops."
Before he opened the door to go out, the person behind him said it again:
"Thanks."
I don't know what to say thank you for, but the voice is still pleasant to my ears.