Before Qin Yimu got angry and threw him out, Shan Qiye said, "At the same table, my foot seems to be twisted."

This is not a lie. Everything happened too fast just now, and there was no time to react. He didn't realize that it was wrong when everything subsided.

Shan Qiye's head hurt a little cold sweat, but the pain on his face was covered up by him, but he smiled: "At the same table, do you think I'm killing myself."

Qin Yimu didn't say anything, just leaned over and hugged him horizontally.

"Same table?!" Shan Qiye was a little flustered, but he subconsciously embraced the other party.

"Don't move." Qin Yimu turned around and walked under the tree by the roadside.

Chapter 11 Sprains

The two were very close, and under the blazing sun, their breaths heated up again. Shan Qiye was slightly shorter than Qin Yimu's line of sight, staring at each other's fair and slender neck. Sliding up and down, the pause seemed to wrap around the Adam's apple.

Shan Qiye lowered his eyes, don't know why, but always felt that this scene was a bit dazzling.

Sweat oozes faintly from the palm of his hand, resting on the opponent's shoulder, leaving a distance between his side and Qin Yimu's chest. Even so, his heart is still pounding.

...running too fast just now?

Why so nervous?

The sound of his heartbeat seemed to flicker in his ears, and the muffled sound of 'dong dong' made Shan Qiye very helpless.

Qin Yimu should have felt it too.

No, not right.

It's not his heartbeat.

As if to confirm his conjecture, Shan Qiye quietly reached out his hand to hold his heart, and sure enough, his heart rate was normal.

Shan Qiye suddenly realized something, raised his eyes secretly with his own thoughts, and glanced at the other party quickly, seeing Qin Yimu's stern face but couldn't see what he looked like, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

The outside doesn't match the inside.

Just when he was thinking about how to speak, Qin Yimu saw that he was quiet for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah?" Shan Qiye was stunned for a moment, looked up at him blankly, and saw the other person's brows furrowed and looked very worried, he quickly said: "It's okay, I don't feel anything anymore, are you tired of hugging?"

As he said that, he put his arms around his arms, giving his body a force to rush forward, and pressed his whole body against Qin Yimu's side face. From a close distance, he could even see the tiny fluff on the other's face. He couldn't help but slandered, his tablemate's appearance is still very good, so close to it, you can't see the pores on the skin, which shows how good his skin is.

Qin Yimu didn't have time to react to his sudden movement, but subconsciously grabbed the person in his hands.

There were bursts of heat in my ears, "same table?" Wei Yang's tone was full of smiles, accompanied by the scorching afternoon sun that brought warmth to the whole body.

Qin Yimu turned his face away silently, and took Shan Qiye under the tree outside the playground.

Shan Qiye looked at Qin Yimu all over, didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, chatted with him with a smile, "same table, if you're tired, let me down."

"I'm fine, I just accidentally twisted it."

"What, are you addicted to hugging me? I didn't expect you to look so indifferent on the surface, but in your heart... eh!" Before he finished speaking, Shan Qiye fell straight to the ground. His subconscious reaction was to stand up with his feet touching the ground. He completely forgot about the sprain on his foot, and when he stepped on it with one foot, the sourness that spread from the ankle to the whole body was like an electric shock, and the pain caused his facial features to wrinkle together.

Qin Yimu raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to help someone, but he didn't have time.

"At the same table...!" Shan Qiye's voice trembled as he spoke. He supported the tree and stood up with one foot in the air.

"Shut up." Qin Yimu looked at his ankle, as if annoyed.

Shan Qiye propped up the tree and sat down slowly, sticking out his injured ankle, bending his right leg, resting his chin on his knee and staring at his left foot.

He was injured on the first day of military training, and it was too unfortunate.

"At the same table, my feet hurt so much, won't you say something to comfort me? Don't say too much, just five hundred words."

"Of course, if you really feel sorry for me, you can recite the eight-hundred-character essay silently. No matter how bad it is, you can also consider the essay. I don't despise you for being long-winded."

"Okay, my roommate—!"

Shan Qiye grabbed the hem of his clothes and almost rubbed up on it to be a koala, so he agreed.

Qin Yimu pressed his shoulder and said coldly, "Don't move."

Shan Qiye said dissatisfiedly: "I'm all hurt, why are you so indifferent? Shouldn't you kiss me and comfort me?" The last sentence was counted with his fingers, and the injured little pity deserve the comfort it deserves!

Kiss and hug and hold high?

There seemed to be a crack in Qin Yimu's indifferent expression, which was unbelievable and unacceptable.

Seeing this, Shan Qiye tried to give him a big deal with a coquettish sigh, and fundamentally changed his problem of ignoring people at the same table. He adjusted his expression and smiled 'hee hee', showing a perfect smile, " The same table...huh?!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, someone covered his mouth.

The words swirled around his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

Shan Qiye blinked, what is this? The magic output is not enough, you change the physical damage?

Hang it up, fellow table!

Shan Qiye grabbed Qin Yimu's hand and shook it twice, but Qin Yimu did not withdraw his hand, but pressed it a little tighter.

Shan Qiye: "..."

You are indifferent at the same table.

The two couldn't stand still in this posture, neither of them exerted any strength, as if they were joking.

In the end, Shan Qiye couldn't stand the quiet and silent atmosphere, so he bent his eyes and tried to make eye contact with him, but Qin Yimu also let go at the same time.

Shan Qiye breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth to speak when Qin Yimu's finger suddenly pressed on his left ankle!

At that moment, the electric shock-like sourness struck again, the pain seemed to have opened a hole in your head and poured into it, Shan Qiye gritted his teeth and did not let himself cry out in pain, but cold sweat instantly oozes out on his forehead.