The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

There are more and more discussion posts in the forum that are full of meaning and exaggeration.

Class 1, a sophomore in high school, is calm on the surface, but there is a turbulent undercurrent.

Only Liao Donghai, the head teacher with a broad heart and a fat body, is cheerful and still immersed in the happy dream of student unity, friendship and positivity every day.

Tang Jiao, who was at the center of the storm, never made any move to resist or argue except that time when he threw the soiled paper into the trash can.

The girl went to class and after class in silence, sleeping out with a sick note, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

"Hey, is it her?"

"It's her. She looks so sick and frail, but she didn't expect her heart to be so vicious."

"Maybe she bumped into Xiao Jingchuan at the beginning of school on purpose!"

"A few days ago, a girl fell down the stairs on the second floor. She happened to be there at the time! It's scary to think about it!"

"Go away quickly, don't get so close to her."

Except for class, Tang Jiao always wears headphones.

A torn exercise book appeared in the drawer and was thrown calmly into the trash can.

There were curses written on the table that looked like ghosts crawling, and they were wiped off silently with a wet tissue.

When someone blocked her halfway, she stopped and waited for the other person to open and close her mouth to relieve her anger, then go around and continue walking her way.

Chen Mili and others, who were always so angry that they wanted to talk with their fists, after being silently held down by Tang Jiao many times, no longer stood up for her, but just stayed with her silently, trying not to leave her alone.

Why drag irrelevant people into the quagmire, Tang Jiao thought, she was already very satisfied and grateful that someone was willing to stand by her side.

Everyone knew what Tang Jiao's concerns were.

Several innocent young people who had never experienced such a ridiculous thing could only watch helplessly as Tang Jiao stood alone on the edge of the cliff, his clothes being blown by the wind and crumbling.

From this moment on, the originally beautiful and flawless campus opened a gap in their young and pure hearts.

It's going to change.

In the rich villa area with excellent greenery, the tree branches were blown and swayed like demons dancing wildly, and the leaves rustled.

Tang Jiao was wrapped in a coat that was obviously not thick enough for her, with two thin sweaters layered underneath, and stood at the door of the Xiao family manor.

She still comes every night and can't help but come.

All the medicine had been dispensed. When she went to the hospital to buy it alone, Dr. Zhu warned her repeatedly to take sedatives with caution and not to overdose.

But it was too painful.

All the gossips, slanders, jokes, and filthy words kept coming back and forth in her mind. The nerves in her brain throbbed and her body ached, visiting her from time to time.

She had to stand closer to Xiao Jingchuan to get a breather.

But that was all, she couldn't get any closer.Tang Jiao lowered his head and looked at the hanging arm in silence.

"Miss Tang Jiao? What's wrong with you!"

The old housekeeper who got off the car looked at Tang Jiao with his arm hanging in shock.

He walked over quickly and saw that the little girl had lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for a few days.

Tang Jiao didn't expect that Uncle Zhang would come back from outside, and there was a moment of embarrassment and embarrassment on his pale face.

She took two steps back suddenly, retreated to the shade of the tree, and turned her face away.

"Uncle Zhang, what a coincidence, I, I was just passing by. I'll leave first."

How could the old housekeeper just let the little girl leave, so he hurriedly grabbed her.

"Wait, Miss Tang Jiao——"

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry, I have to leave first. The school will close later." Tang Jiao refused to say more and was in a hurry to leave.

"what happened?"

An elegant and charming mature female voice came...

The black Bentley drove away slowly in the night.

Lin Xiaopei Ruifeng glanced at the car and asked with a lack of interest: "Who is that little girl?"

"Madam, this is Miss Tang Jiao, the young master's classmate."

Lin Xiaopei immediately raised her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling with interest. She looked like she was in her early 30s even though she was in her forties.

"Is this the cute female classmate who Xiaochuan asked you to give you three meals a day last time?"

The old housekeeper wiped his forehead in shame: "Yes, Miss Tang Jiao also came to see the young master a few days ago, but..."

Speaking of Xiao Jingchuan, the atmosphere suddenly became dull again.Lin Xiaopei frowned and walked in with a handkerchief in hand: "What did Chu Fei say today?"

"Doctor Chu said that the young master's mental monitoring has stabilized, and there is no more diazepam injection. His body functions have recovered, his injuries have been treated, and he even had some porridge in the morning."

The driver who sent Tang Jiao away came back an hour later and left work.

The old housekeeper was at the top of the stairs, walking back and forth, hesitating several times.

The image of the little girl looking haggard and lonely standing at the gate kept flashing back in his mind, as well as the scene when the young master held the cat and coaxed the little girl.

The growing uneasiness made the old housekeeper's heart beat fast.

After all, he ignored Chu Fei's instructions and stood at the closed door of Xiao Jingchuan with a tray.

On the tray were mobile phones, snacks that Tang Jiao had brought before, and kraft paper envelopes containing bonuses.

He signaled to the extraordinarily strong bodyguards guarding both sides of the door and knocked on the door.

……

The next day, it had been raining since morning.

Large layers of thick dark clouds came from the mountains behind the school, as if thunder cavalry from heaven were riding on the clouds.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the trees on the school road were blown by the strong wind, with their teeth and claws flexing, and their waists twisting wildly. The cold wind in the middle of winter blew against the cheeks and ears, making a hissing sound, like thousands of sharp arrows passing by the face.

Tang Jiao tightened the turtleneck sweater he was wearing and zipped up his school uniform jacket to the top.

His chin was retracted into his collar, his left hand was put into his pocket, and his right hand, which was supported by a plaster on his chest, could only clenched his fist to retain a warmth that was better than nothing.

The weather was so bad that she didn't have time to go to the hospital to have the cast removed.

"Hiss..." Tang Jiao hissed coldly.

His eyes were narrowed by the wind wrapped in rain and mist, and his thick upper and lower eyelashes were constantly trembling. His face, which had become thinner, became even whiter due to the cold, and there were two groups of black and blue under his eyes.

"I'm so cold. Fortunately, when I went home last weekend, my mother forced me to carry a thick coat." Fang Xiaomin shrank her neck.

"Oh my God! What level of typhoon is this evil wind? I can't even hear you."

Chen Mili and Fang Xiaomin hooked up their hands and hid behind Zhang Ya. Together they lowered their heads and faced the wind and walked forward with difficulty.

"Tang Jiao, your clothes are so thin. Why haven't you worn them at home these days?" Chen Mili turned his head and glanced at Tang Jiao, then shouted against the wind: "Isn't it true that school isn't on vacation yet? I see a storm Coming soon!”

Tang Jiao's eyes slowly swept over the overturned trash cans on both sides of the road, the branches that were bent to the extreme, and the students whose hair was blown by the wind and who almost walked backwards. He actually found it a little funny.

She didn't answer the question, just smiled softly and said slowly every word:

"Maybe, we have to wait until the wind breaks the tree."

Several people looked at each other in surprise. Tang Jiao had not smiled so relaxedly for many days.

"Then I have to do something quickly and ask this tree to sacrifice myself and help everyone!"

Chen Mili quickly laughed and answered, not letting Tang Jiao's words fall to the ground.

Zhang Ya laughed at her: "Then you quickly act like Lu Zhishen uprooting a weeping willow."

Chen Mili pointed to the thickest old tree: "Sister Ya, you are tall, you go up first!"

"Tang Jiao, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? How about we go around to the canteen to buy taro cake? The weather is bad today, so everyone got up late and should be able to buy it!" Fang Xiaomin held Tang Jiao's hand and walked quickly. step.

"it is good."

"Zhang Ya, hurry up, it's going to rain!"

The group of people suddenly became energetic, bent against the wind, and started running at a small pace.

During the morning reading class, the rain that had been brewing all morning really came down.

Crash, rumble, lightning and thunder...