Daydream Me

Wen Zihui really didn't like Lin Yujing a little bit, everyone was a beautiful girl in a class, and between beautiful girls, it has always been like this since ancient times, either becoming good friends or class enemies.

Wen Zihui originally admired this new classmate, but she even sat with Shen Juan when the school started, but she admired her with a little subtle envy at the same time.

A little girl of 16 or 17 years old, she doesn't say it, but she is a little envious of the handsome guy at the same table. Although this handsome guy has a dark history, most girls of this age like bad boys. The black history made him become a school bully, but it seems to be more attractive.

Wen Zihui has always been the kind of person who loves all kinds of activities. When she first started school, she ran for the literary committee. Last year's singing competition, solo dance at the Christmas party, and the sports meeting were all held by her, so this year Liu Fujiang said the sports meeting. What happened, her little sister was saying, this time it must be her too.

As a result, Liu Fujiang found Lin Yujing.

Wen Zihui felt that she was too embarrassed to be beaten in the face.

Lin Yujing refused at first, but then he agreed again after not knowing what to do.

If you think about it, if you don't want it, then you don't want to, what else do you take Joe.

Looking at Lin Yujing again, she doesn't want to be pleasing to the eye, but she just wanted to block her and say a few more words to her, she didn't want to let her fall on purpose.

Originally, everyone was going up, and she was going down alone.

Wen Zihui didn't see a bottle lying beside her, nor did she expect Lin Yujing to fall down the steps, she just bumped her.

Wen Zihui was a little panicked, she was so strong that she was the closest, and she even heard a "dong" sound, it hurt to hear it.

She stood beside her and let out a cry, but before she could react, Shen Jian dragged her by the arm from behind and pulled her aside, squatting in front of Lin Yujing.

He was very strong, and his arm was pulled so painfully that Wen Zihui couldn't take it any further. He stood beside him in a daze and looked at Lin Yujing, who was still sitting on the ground, and saw that she had a very long leg on her calf. Scratched, oozing blood, and looking startling.

Wen Zihui's face turned pale with fright.

Liu Fujiang ran over from the other side at this time: "What's the matter, what's the matter? Are you all surrounded here?" He came over, "Shen Lian, what are you doing where you are squatting? Where are your school uniforms?"

Shen Jian didn't look back, and a classmate next to him said, "Brother Jiang! Lin Yu fell in shock."

Liu Fujiang hurried over: "Where did it fall? Did it break? Ouch, go to the school doctor's office to have a look."

In the sports meeting, the head teacher and the deputy head teacher of each class are usually there, but the deputy head teacher has not come yet, only Liu Fujiang is watching. Where is the dinosaur, he quickly said: "Don't go by yourself, how can you go by yourself when it's all like this, Shen Jian, you carry her down."

Lin Yu raised her eyes in shock, raised her head to look at him, and all her classmates were watching, she didn't want to be too pretentious.

"No," Lin Yu said startled, "I'll go down by myself."

Shen Lian paused, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you stand up?"

He held both ends of the school uniform in his hands, looking like he was hugging her from the front.

"Yes," she pursed her lips, put her hand on his arm, leaned forward, and said beside his ear, "help me."

Shen Juan was wearing a white dress in his school uniform. Lin Yujing left a patch of blood on the part of his arm that Lin Yujing had just pressed. It was very scary. Liu Fujiang looked at her still bleeding leg and said "Ouch" again. .

Shen Wan groped for the zipper of her school uniform behind her, pulled it up with a slam, helped her stand up, and glanced down: "So many steps, are you going to jump down on one foot?"

Lin Yu's startled forehead rested on his collarbone, and he slowed down, his voice was weak with pain, and he was still laughing: "You can be my crutch."

"I can still be your wheelchair," Shen Jian said, "you don't want it yourself."

The two of them spoke slowly as they walked down to the next step, in a very low voice, and the people next to them could not hear the content clearly. The man on the other side of the track started to check 100 meters.

The sprinters from each class, the 100-meter athletes, gathered around, watching Lin Yujing and Shen Lan come over, and watching them walk over, exiting the stadium through gate 3.

The school doctor's office was a long way from the stadium. As soon as the two of them were out of sight of everyone in the stadium, Shen Jian directly grabbed Lin Yujing's wrist and hooked him around his neck, and hugged him horizontally: "If you walk at this speed, tomorrow's day will come. The games are over."

Lin Yujing was no longer hypocritical. He simply raised his arms around him, walked for a while, and suddenly asked, "Hey, is this a wheelchair? I don't think it's accurate."

"How accurate is that?" Shen Wan asked, pressing her hand under the school uniform jacket that was covering her thighs.

Lin Yu was surprised for a while: "Crane?"

"..."

Shen Wan looked down at her.

The girl huddled in his arms obediently. Although she had been talking to him as if nothing had happened, her whole body looked stunned, like a little fox who was injured.

"Okay," Shen Yan said, "then the crane."

The school doctor's room is next to the dormitory. It is a small independent house. The door is unlocked, but no one is there. There are four beds in it, and each bed is separated by a white curtain.

Shen Juan put the person on the farthest bed, Lin Yu sat on it in shock and looked around: "Let's wait for a while?"

Shen Juan had already pushed the medical cart by the window over, glanced at her legs, and for no reason remembered what He Songnan said a few months ago.

——Leg play year, tired master.

Lin Yujing's legs are really good-looking, as white as tender cheese, straight and slender, as beautiful as artificial, and can't pick out a single fault.

The scratch on the back of the calf was even more shocking.

Shen Juan sat at the end of the bed, held her ankle with one hand and lifted it up, and took off her shoe while pinching the heel with the other.

She probably rubbed against the steps as she slid down, the concrete steps with sharp edges, a palm-length wound from the ankle bone to the lower half of her calf.

The wound was mixed with fine dust and gravel, and the blood was half-coagulated, and the blood kept going down, staining the socks red.

Shen Wan took off her socks too, revealing her white and tender feet.

Lin Yujing felt uneasy inexplicably, and twitched his feet reflexively, but did not twitch.

Shen Juan opened the glass bottle containing alcohol cotton, and didn't look back: "Don't move."

She didn't move.

Lin Yu was shocked that her ears were a little hot. She supported the bed in the infirmary with both hands, and rubbed her upper body back, but the pressure hit the broken palm, causing a stinging pain.

Shen Juan just held the tweezers again, and clamped the alcohol cotton pad to clean the dust and grit from the wound on her leg.

With a double attack, she hissed in pain, her toes curled up one by one, her arms softened, her upper body fell down, and she slammed into the pillow in the school doctor's office.

He raised his eyes: "Pain?"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel it." Lin Yu turned his head sideways in shock, with his head tucked into the pillow, his voice muffled, "You are very skilled."

Like a stubborn female warrior who would rather not bend.

Shen Yan nodded and wiped off a small grain of sand with an alcohol cotton pad.

Lin Yu was so terrified that he kept grabbing the pillow with his fingers, and even the back of his feet tensed.

Shen Lian snorted and laughed: "Little liar."

She was not convinced: "I call it brave. During the Anti-Japanese War, I must be a heroine who is not afraid of any torture."

"The heroines during the Anti-Japanese War are all like you, and you're out of the game. You're going to walk on the ground and fall." Shen Yan lifted his leg and hooked the trash can, threw the blood-stained alcohol cotton into it, and replaced it with a clean one. "I didn't see you at all."

"You said it as if I was always in your sight, classmate Shen, we didn't know each other until the beginning of school." Lin Yujing reminded him, "I didn't know your name for the past sixteen years."

Shen Yan put the tweezers into the injection tray: "Now you know."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "I have to remember it in the future."

When the boy said this, his voice was low, gentle and long.

Lin Yu's heart skipped two beats inexplicably. She calmed down, turned her head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Hello, classmate, what's your name?"

Shen Jian smiled but not smiled: "I don't remember me? Who begged me to be her father when school started?"

Lin Yu was startled: "..."

Lin Yujing also had some skin injuries on her palms and calves. She thought she might have stabbed her feet, but she didn't. After a while, the pain in her wrists and ankles gradually dissipated.

Shen Juan was really skilled in handling the wound. Ten minutes later, when the school doctor came back, it was almost finished. Lin Yu lay in shock for a while, wearing Shen Juan's school uniform as a dress, and went back to the dormitory to change.

The edge of the red skirt was torn a little, Lin Yujing changed his clothes, jumped in place twice in the dormitory, and after confirming that there was nothing else uncomfortable, he slowly went downstairs and walked to the stadium.

She had been beaten on both ends in the past three days, and she didn't care much about rubbing her skin. Anyway, her skin was relatively close, and it would scab over in a few days.

When we got back to the gym, it was 10:30 in the morning, and there was still more than an hour of lunch break. The drums of the high class 20 were enthusiastic, and the cheers were heard one after another. The men's 200-meter athlete and Wang Yiyang, the second mop player, were running wildly on the track.

Wang Yiyang once boasted to Lin Yu that in his 200-meter race, no one dared to say that he was the first.

At that time, Lin Yujing remembered the scene of the teenager jumping out with lightning speed while fighting in a group and roaring, "All come and beat me! Kill me!!", and believed it, after all, not everyone has that. A terrifying explosive force.

As a result, when she saw Wang Yiyang running today, she almost laughed out loud.

The young man is like a little wild horse, striding forward with two hooves, and leaping every three or two steps, staying in the air especially handsome, as if there is an invisible obstacle blocking him in front of him.

A very standard and professional 110-meter hurdle run.

Lin Yu was startled, and just like that, he could still run third.

There are really no fast runners in the Eighth High School.

She smiled and walked towards the tenth shift. Song Zhiming was beating the drum, stopped, and ran over: "Hey, Lin Yujing, are you alright?"

"It's alright, I just scratched the skin a little, it looked scary," Lin Yu waved his hand in shock, and swept up, but didn't see Shen Jian.

I didn't see Wen Zihui either.

She didn't intend to ask, but as soon as she turned her head, Song Zhiming came over with an "I'm sensible" expression: "Shen Lian called Wen Zihui away just now."

Lin Yu was startled.

Song Zhiming continued: "Judging from the boss's expression, I am afraid that classmate Wen is more fortunate and less fortunate, and will soon become the second oil painting portrait that the boss put on the wall."

Lin Yu was startled: "..."

Shen Lian is actually very helpless now.

He felt that his positioning of himself was quite accurate. He was just a very good-tempered, Buddhist high school student, but just because he had nearly killed his idiot at the same table, he was spread **** and violent, making people Very helpless.

In fact, he is very reasonable and does not advocate force to solve the problem.

Especially when it was a girl standing in front of him at this time.

Originally, Shen Juan didn't want to care about matters between the little girls. Lin Yujing wasn't the type to be bullied either. No one knew her fighting power and her thorny personality that would never be at a disadvantage better than Shen Juan, he knew that. She can handle it well herself.

But Shen Wan remembered the time when she gritted her teeth and said it didn't hurt, when she buried her head in the pillow with a white face in the infirmary, when she stretched her instep and her fingertips tugged at the edge of the pillow.

It made him a little bit unbearable.

Shen Wan originally wanted to reason.

As a result, Wen Zihui followed him into the gym and started crying while standing at the door.

At first, the girl was sobbing and choking, but later it became unrestrained howling, crying and apologizing: "Shen classmate, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to bump her, I didn't expect her to fall. ... whoa whoa whoa-"

She cried so badly, she seemed sincere, and she didn't know how to speak.

"..."

Shen Juan put his hands in his pockets, stood leaning against the wall, and looked at her indifferently: "Why did you hit her?"

Wen Zihui wiped the tears on her face with the cuff of her school uniform, sniffled again, and told the truth, "I'm jealous of her good looks. The one who held the placard must have been mine, but she became her as soon as she came."

"...?"

Just because of this.

Shen Wan wondered if these girls had some kind of brain disease.

He nodded, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, bit one, and said lightly, "I don't want to get involved in the conflict between your girls, but I don't want to see my roommate being wronged, and I don't want to see her hurt, you go and tell her I'm sorry, what she wants to do, listen, it's over with me."

He took out the lighter, lowered his head slightly, lit it, raised his eyes in the smoke, and asked the other person's opinion very understandingly: "Do you think it's okay?"

The author has something to say:

I am early this morning! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

X years later, Lin Yu was paralyzed on the bed: Don't you **** see my pain? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Lord Tien: How many times have I said it, I am an empathetic and polite social brother (breathing smoke rings)