Shan Qiye leaned out and held Qin Yimu's hand, but the pain on his face still didn't fade away, "You at the same table, you are annoying me and want to murder me."

Qin Yimu didn't explain, just brushed away his hand and untied his shoelaces.

"Wait, wait a minute." Shan Qiye stretched out his hand randomly, "What are you doing at the same table?"

Is that even a question?

After talking about Shan Qiye, he knew that he was talking nonsense, and he couldn't stop Qin Yimu at all.

He was about to say something else, but Qin Yimu took the initiative to stop, "Does it hurt?"

Shan Qiye nodded with an exaggerated expression, "It hurts to death! Same table, we are destined to be the same table in the next life, you...same, same table, don't pinch it? It's all swollen."

When took off the shoes, found that ankle had swollen in a circle, and there were some purple blood lines on the outer layer. don't know if it was twisted or what was going on. It was wrapped around the ankle with red blood, which looked quite bluffing. .

Shan Qiye thought it was just a twist accidentally, and didn't think about the seriousness. He didn't know until he saw the injury. This time it was a big deal.

Ordinary sprains will heal on their own after a while, but now it's like this, not to mention that it won't heal after a while, even if it is hospitalized for a period of time, it may not heal.

When the instructor saw the two of them hide to the side to be lazy, he came over aggressively to find someone, and was about to teach them a lesson, his eyes swept away, and he fell silent on Shan Qiye's left foot.

The instructor frowned, "How did you do this?" Running made himself like this, and those who didn't know thought he had punished the students physically.

Shan Qiye said, "I accidentally slapped it." He couldn't say that he was too relaxed when running, and Jing Gu teased him and kissed him at the same table. He didn't pay attention to his feet, so he fell. people.

Alas, it is said that beauty is deceiving, and this handsome guy is also very delaying.

"Go to the infirmary." The instructor doesn't dare to be sloppy about this kind of thing. Omega is weak, and he can't afford anything if something happens. He is just an instructor, and the health of the students should always be the priority." Have you left yet? I'll take you there, or else."

The instructor was also very worried when he saw the injury, and he fell quite hard.

"No, no." Shan Qiye didn't want to go to the infirmary because of a swollen foot on the first day of military training. "Just sit for a while. I used to have a swollen foot to heal myself."

"The situation is different, and the specific time will be analyzed in detail." The instructor said: "You are too serious. Sitting on your own will easily cause problems. Make a decision quickly. I'll send you there or..." The instructor's eyes were blank. It fell on Qin Yimu. Although he said so, he felt that Shan Qiye would most likely choose Qin Yimu to send it.

Originally, Shan Qiye still insisted not to go to the infirmary. After hearing this, he immediately said, "The instructor still needs training, but don't delay the progress of everyone's military training because of me."

The instructors were amused by his magnanimous appearance. It was not because he did not want to go, but because he was afraid that I would send you there and then let Qin Yimu go back to training, right?

These two feel good.

The instructor pointed at him and smiled helplessly: "Okay, then, Qin Yimu, please send Shan Qiye to the infirmary. If you have anything to do, tell the doctor in the infirmary directly, he has my contact information, and I will tell you again. Inform your head teacher to contact the parents."

Before Qin Yimu could answer, Shan Qiye put his index finger and middle finger together and drew a circle around his forehead, "Good instructor. It's hard work, instructor, go and do it!"

"Hey, you." The instructor was really dumbfounded by Shan Qiye's character, and there was a team behind him to bring him, so he didn't delay for too long and left.

Shan Qiye looked at Qin Yimu with a smile, as if something was wrong in his heart, "Same table, thank you for your hard work~" At the same time, he opened his arms at him.

Knowing that his foot injury couldn't be delayed, Qin Yimu had a neat and tidy temper. He didn't hesitate at all, just picked up the person horizontally, and walked to the infirmary in this posture.

"At the same table, don't be like this." Just now, I asked Bao because no one was watching. There were people on the way out. Princess Bao was so embarrassed when someone saw him.

"Same table at the same table, let's change our posture, this is too motherly."

"You support me, and I can dance by myself, okay?"

"Same table!"

Shan Qiye kept entangled, Qin Yimu simply stopped.

Shan Qiye's expression brightened, "Same table—eh?! Same table, wait a minute!" However, Qin Yimu didn't give him a chance to go back.

It wasn't until his face was down and he was carried on his shoulders that Shan Qiye realized how beautiful the posture just now was.

Between the backflow of qi and blood, feel that brain is in chaos.

"At the same table, can you hug me, please, don't do this, I'm not a sack! It's a shame!"

"Same table! Don't carry it, just hold it! Please, please hold me."

"At the same table, don't stop talking, you can take care of me..."

Chapter 12

Shan Qiye harassed and harassed him tirelessly, but Qin Yimu was indifferent, but under his unremitting efforts, he could not bear it. His brows were furrowed, and there were faint blue veins on his forehead. "Shut up." The indifferent voice was a bit cold. Lie.

"No. Why do you want me to shut up?" Shan Qiye had completely healed the scar and forgot the pain, completely forgot about how Qin Yimu pinched his ankle just now, and continued to provoke others, "I don't have a good voice. Is it? It's all professional voice actors on the Internet, okay?"

Shan Qiye shook his right leg, and the posture of hanging upside down made him a little dizzy. He didn't get a response for a long time, and even his voice became quieter, "You talk to the same table."

The sound like a mosquito naught did not escape Qin Yimu's ears, he put down Shan Qiye and returned to the horizontal hug again.

Having experienced the treatment of sacks, and being held by such a mother again, Shan Qiye is not good enough.

It's not good, it's not good, my brain is still 'buzzing'.

"Um."

"Um what?"

"..."

No sound again.

Shan Qiye sighed, "You are the least talkative person I have ever met."