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Chapter Forty Four
Others have no idea what the situation is now.
He congee stood one meter away from them, and looked carefully toward this side, for fear that his arrogant brother would suddenly become angry and beat him to the head to blossom.
Wu Weicheng was holding the basketball silly, looking at this and that, but he didn't dare to speak first.
Peng Chengcheng routinely said nothing.
It was Zheng Que, heartlessly akimbo and laughed at the back: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, what are you two doing? Playing with matryoshka?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes and did not look at Ying Jiao, his palm was sweaty, and his heart was beating fast and he could barely speak. There was a mess in my mind, but I was still subconsciously thinking about winning arrogance: "I, I won't move... Block it, you get it done quickly."
Ying Jiao's eyes were stagnant, and the sorrowful words that had already reached his lips couldn't be said anyway.
At the moment of that electric light and flint, he thought of many kinds of reactions in his heart.
He may be ashamed, angry, or even disgusted, but he did not expect him to say such a thing.
Jing Ci's face is thin, and his face is already unnatural to the extreme at this moment, and he looks like he is about to bounce up soon. Yingjiao was ready to be kicked by him, and as a result...
Ying Jiao closed his eyes and suppressed the throbbing in his heart, not allowing himself to continue to gaffe.
How could there be such a well-behaved and good person in this world that Jingci would like him more every day than the day before.
He looked at Jing Ci's red ears and sighed in his heart.
This little idiot, he doesn't move, he has to be so hard for a lifetime.
"I'm sorry," Ying Jiao rubbed his head and apologized: "I embarrassed you."
"...No," Jing Ci lay on his chest, feeling the violent ups and downs of his chest, shrinking his fingertips: "You didn't mean it."
Winning arrogantly took a breath, helplessly: "You don't want to tease me anymore."
It's really going to catch fire any longer.
"Huh?" Jing Ci was puzzled.
"It's nothing." Ying Jiao calmed down, raised his eyes to look at He Congee, and said dumbly: "Old He, throw my school uniform over."
"Oh oh oh." He Cong consciously escaped, without asking why, he quickly obediently gave him his school uniform.
"You get up first, don't worry, no one can tell." Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci's waist and lowered his voice: "Have you fallen?"
"No." Jing Ciqiang looked around calmly, and got up little by little in an awkward posture in order to hide his arrogance.
Ying Jiao was sour and soft in his heart by his slow and caring movements. When he came together, he immediately covered his school uniform between his legs and sat up with a long leg.
At this moment, Ying Jiao felt terrible pain in his elbows and back.
Afraid of Jingci's guilt, he covered the past calmly, waiting for the reaction to fade away blankly.
"Brother Jiao, are you okay?" Seeing that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, He Zhou was anxious: "Is my feet hurt? Or is my waist not working?"
Who is his arrogant brother? He is not afraid of driving a knife around his neck. When has he ever been unable to get up?
It seems that this time really fell hard.
"I will help you up?" He Zhou said, reaching out to win pride.
Ying Jiao glanced at him, avoided his hand, and sneered: "I thank you, I have a nice waist."
After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and twisted the two sleeves of the school uniform jacket around his waist and tied a knot so that the hanging part could just block the front.
Ying Jiao stood up, took Jing Ci and left: "You play, let's go over there and rest for a while."
"Oh." He porridge nodded blankly, before turning to Zheng Que for a while, "Did something happen to the two of them just now that we don't know?"
Zheng Que shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
"Forget it, whatever they do." He Cong took the basketball from Wu Weicheng and patted it twice on the ground: "Come on, let's continue."
By the horizontal bar, Yingjiao's physiological reaction had subsided. He took off his school uniform and just wanted to put it on, when Jing Ci reached out his hand to stop him.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Ci took the coat out of his hand and suddenly said, "Close your eyes."
"What are you doing?" Ying Jiao glanced at him, and Sao Li grinned: "Want to take the opportunity to kiss me stealthily?"
He lowered his head and leaned in front of Jing Ci: "What is the relationship between the two of us? If we want to kiss, we still need to steal, I..."
Jing Ci stretched out his hand to cover his mouth familiarly, and said calmly: "Let me see the injuries on your body."
Ying Jiao was taken aback for a moment, his eyes softened involuntarily, and he closed his eyes obediently without slurping his tongue.
Jing Ci carefully pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.
When he fell to the ground with arrogance, he put his elbow on it. Both of his elbows have been broken at this moment, and he is bleeding. Fortunately, he is wearing a black sweater today. Otherwise, he may be injured when he sees blood Add dizziness.
The elbow is like this, what about the body?
Suddenly Jing Ci didn't dare to watch it any more.
"It's okay," Ying Jiao almost knew his injury. After listening to Jingci for a long time, he didn't speak, guessing that he was guilty, and said nonchalantly: "Man, how can you not bleed some blood."
He quickly pulled down the sleeves of his sweater and opened his eyes: "Okay, don't look at it, this little injury will be fine in a few days."
Suddenly Jing Ci stood up, picked up his schoolbag hanging on the horizontal bar, and said proudly to Ying: "Go to the school infirmary."
Ying Jiao smiled: "No, what a big deal."
The school bell rang accordingly.
Ying Jiao continued: "You listen, class is over, and you will miss the class again. The next session will be math class."
Jing Ci didn't speak, but looked at him motionlessly.
When Jing Ci's face was stern, he looked a little cold, and people who were unfamiliar with him would subconsciously take a detour when he saw him like this. In front of Yingjiao, he was lying in his arms, blushing.
Soft and cute, the likable one can't wait for a kiss.
Who can stand it when he looks at it like this?
In a few seconds, Yingjiao compromised: "Okay, listen to you, listen to you."
After receiving his answer, Jing Ci lifted his foot and walked forward. As soon as he took a step, the schoolbag was caught by Yingjiao from behind.
"I'll recite."
Jing Ci looked at his hand hesitantly.
"It's just a fall, it's so fragile anywhere." Yingjiao shook his schoolbag to his shoulder, moved his arms vigorously, and smiled at Jingci: "Don't say carrying a schoolbag. It's not like carrying you to the school infirmary." Question, why not try?"
Jing Ci paused, and the heartbeat that had just calmed down began to accelerate again.
He didn't care to win the pride, speeded up his pace and walked to the school infirmary.
Ying Jiao looked at his hurried back and smiled, raising his foot to catch up.
Thanks to He Conge's figure, when Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ci and fell down, the impact was very strong, and his body was seriously injured.
In addition to the elbow, there was also a big scratch on the back, and the surrounding blood was dripping, which looked very scary.
"It's a serious injury," the school doctor replaced him with an iodine cotton ball, and while cleaning the blood around the wound, he sighed: "No matter how hard it is, the flesh will fall."
Ying Jiao lowered his eyes when he saw Jing Ci, and frowned without saying a word.
"It's not a big deal," Ying Jiao reluctantly took Jing Ci to sit down next to him, not letting him look at the wound on his back, and deliberately changed the subject: "I didn't ask you just now. Did the exam go well?"
"Very good," Jing Ci replied briefly, picked up the medical cotton cloth next to him and said to the winner: "You close your eyes."
Winning arrogance and laughter: "No need to bandage..."
"I want." Jing Ci insisted.
He lives alone, what if he faints by accident?
Winning Jiao was helpless, so he could only close his eyes and let him circle and circle his elbows into zongzi.
The school bell rang before the doctor's back wound was treated.
"I asked He Congee to ask for a leave," Ying Jiao picked up the phone and just said a word. He congee's message popped up on the screen, asking him where he and Jing had resigned, and why didn't they come back.
"This is a coincidence." Yingjiao unlocked the phone and clicked on the WeChat group——
[Pride]: School doctor's room.
[Pride]: Ask Old Liu for a vacation for both of us, and you should be able to go back within ten minutes.
He porridge shook his hand when he received the news, and his conscience was extremely guilty.
Is it particularly serious to win the arrogance and fall?
People who never want to enter the hospital go to the school infirmary...
[Peng Chengcheng]: What's wrong?
[He family, your uncle]: Are you okay with Brother Jiao?
In the school doctor's room, Jing Ci carefully helped Ying Jiao put down the sweater he pushed up, and followed the school doctor to the counter to get the medicine.
Ying Jiao sees him busying himself up and down, and he is in a good mood. He thinks that the short bedside tables in the school infirmary are extremely cute.
He glanced at the phone, and the group messages were refreshing on the screen.
Ying Jiao didn't want to irritate them anymore, but the few people were too ignorant, and kept brushing the sense of existence in front of his eyes.
Ying Jiao sighed and typed, which is no wonder for him.
[Arrogance]: Not serious, just a minor injury.
He congee suddenly moved with tears in his eyes.
His arrogant brother is a bit sulky, but he is sincere to his brother.
Minor injury? He still doesn't know him? A person who has a high fever of 39 degrees and 8 degrees and refuses to go to the hospital, can he enter the school infirmary for a minor injury?
Brother Jiao must be afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he said this deliberately.
He porridge sucked his nose and was about to reply when the new news of Yingjiao came over——
[Arrogance]: Jing Ci is not at ease and insists on letting me come, hey.
[Arrogance]: There is no other way but to let him.
[Arrogance]: I advise you, don't fall in love anymore.
[Pride]: When you fall in love, you gain happiness while also losing your troubles.
He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He gritted his teeth, wishing to stab himself a second ago.
Moved a few! Why didn't this old gangster fall to death just now? !
His head was dizzy with anger, and he was about to put away the phone, out of sight or upset, new news came in from the group——
[Pride]: But fortunately, when I came to the school doctor's office this time, I found out that I was sick.
[Arrogance]: A disease that will never get better.
He Chow had already seen his virtues, hehehe did not reply.
What disease? Sick?
However, Zheng Que remembered whether he could eat or not, so he immediately took the stubborn words——
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, are you okay, what's the problem?
Yingjiao just waited for these words, and immediately replied——
[Arrogance]: Wife is strict.
He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He congee turned around and gave Zheng Que a moment: "Make your mouth cheap!"
Zheng Que was beaten honestly, shaking his head and sighing: "I am not enough to show off."
Peng Chengcheng coughed hard on the side and kicked He Congee's stool, but He Congee and Zheng Que were irritated by Yingjiao, and now they are a little confused. They didn't notice at all. They met and spit out: " Win the arrogance this dog day!"
A smiling male voice rang in his ear: "What happened to Yingjiao?"
He Congee didn't turn his head back and said, "Gang Jingci is in the school infirmary!"
The male voice asked again: "What's wrong with him?"
He Zhou shouted impatiently: "Wife is strict with his wife! He said he has gotten his wife with strict control! You keep asking..."
He Conge raised his eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, and stood up tremblingly: "Liu, Teacher Liu...?"
The author has something to say: Little Theatre, Teacher Liu: He congee, you, get up, tell me again.