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

"Maybe I feel that I am smiling too happily in this photo. It feels like I am risking everything."

After Tang Jiao muttered the origin of this photo, he raised his head and said with a smile: "In the end, I won the bet~"

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his eyes and looked deeply into Tang Jiao's dark and moist eyes, and held her hand tightly with his big hand.

"Wild bamboo shoots."

He spoke in a low voice and slowly: "After the college entrance examination, would you like to go abroad with your brother?"

"Brother will take you for treatment and make you completely cured."

Tang Jiao blinked, his eyes flickered, and a drop of clear tears fell down the corner of his eyes.

She smiled and said, "Okay."

The next morning.

"Tang Jiao, mom said we would go to our aunt's house for dinner at noon. It's Tang Jiexi's birthday. Please change your clothes and come out quickly."

Tang Mi opened Tang Jiao's door unceremoniously, folded her arms and said.

Ever since the last time in the school cafeteria, Tang Mi asked Xiao Jingchuan for her contact information in front of her classmates, but was rejected mercilessly. She never called her Sister Tang Jiao again, even though she looked calm on the surface. Too lazy to maintain it.

Tang Jiao was sitting at his desk doing questions. Hearing this, he turned to look at her and said, "You don't know how to knock on the door?"

Tang Mi rolled her eyes and knocked on the doorframe with her backhand.

"There's a lot of shit. Hurry up."

Tang Jiao withdrew his eyes and continued to write the half-solved problem.

"What do you mean, you're still sitting still."

Tang Mi said impatiently that if Fang Fanger hadn't asked her to call someone, she wouldn't have bothered.

Tang Jiao didn't even raise his head and said quietly: "It means I won't go."

Tang Mi's face showed annoyance, and she was about to throw away her hands and leave. She paused when she thought of something. She turned back and glanced towards the living room. Fang Fang and the others were still in the room and hadn't come out.

She folded her arms, looked at Tang Jiao who looked like a nerd, and said sarcastically:

"Do you think you are so powerful that everyone has to support you?"

Tang Jiao turned a deaf ear and solved the problem at the same speed.

"You were so proud when you were a child. Your father pampered you and your mother coaxed you. You would gasp for breath after taking two steps and you would be hugged wherever you went. As for me, I was like a follower that no one wanted, following behind. I It wasn't as high as your hospital bed at that time, right?"

Tang Mi said in a cool tone, while admiring with great interest the new manicure she secretly made with her friends.

"Tang Mi, is there something wrong with my brain, or is there something wrong with your brain?"

Tang Jiao finally paused and opened his book while speaking.

"What do you mean?" Tang Mi smiled.

Tang Jiao flipped through the book to look for information and said in a calm voice: "Dad carried me to the hospital. The time you followed me, you played with hot water and splashed it on my leg."

There was no shame on Tang Mi's face, "So what, you just remember this time, right?"

"Hey, sister."

She suddenly changed her words and leaned in with her arms folded, "You're still having a cold war with mom, so you're not afraid that she won't want you in the future?"

Tang Jiao frowned.

Putting down the pen, he turned his head, his eyes calm: "You are beating around the bush, what exactly do you want to say."

Not seeing the expected angry expression, Tang Mi suddenly felt uninterested, put down her hands and turned away while tugging at the corner of her mouth.

The door of the master bedroom just opened, and Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi walked out.

Tang Mi's eyes flashed as she thought of the things she accidentally pulled out from under the drawer of her parents' desk last week.

With a pleasant smile on his face, he said to himself: "I really want to see your expression after you find out earlier. It will be very exciting."

Jingsheng No. [-] Middle School, Class [-], Mingde Building.

"Let's stop talking here and continue in the next class."

The physics teacher put down his paper and was about to go out. When he passed the countdown sign on the wall, he reached out and turned the page.

He tapped his fingers and said with a smile: "There are only 78 days left, friends."

The people in the class suddenly howled.

Some people think it's slow and some people think it's fast.

"There are still two and a half months left, and I can't finish this question for a whole day! I feel like vomiting just looking at it, vomiting..."

Lin Haojie was dying and crumpled another paper that he had finished explaining into a ball of paper.

He turned to look at Xiao Jingchuan, who was leisurely reading another book in a foreign language, and he clasped his hands together and begged:

"Brother Chuan, do you want to play ball? Let's play some ball. If I don't move around, I will wither!"

He turned his head and looked at Liao Fan in the back row: "Brother Fan! Let's play ball! Let's go play a ball after class today!"

Tang Jiao and Chen Mili looked at each other and shook their heads.

Those who don't want to have fun or relax first step aside, all they know is to roll up hard!

Lin Haojie begged around and asked people from Class 2 on his mobile phone. Finally, he got the people together and invited Xiao Jingchuan as well.

"Chen Mili, Chen Mili, why don't you go and watch the football? Let's have a friendly match with Class 2. We haven't played in a long time."

After Lin Haojie recruited players, he started recruiting spectators again.

Chen Mili simply shook her head, "I can't watch it today. My dad's rehabilitation is completely over. My mother and I will pick him up after school."

Tang Jiao was overjoyed after hearing this: "It's true! How is uncle recovering?"

Chen Mili had a smile on her face, nodded and said:

"I can walk normally now, although not as well as before, and I can't do heavy work. My dad said he wanted to open a canteen, which is right opposite our elementary school. There is still some compensation left from Tengrong that can be used as start-up capital."

Lin Haojie laughed happily: "Okay! You can become your own boss. Chen Mili, you have endless snacks at home."

Tang Jiao was so happy that she covered her mouth: "Yes, that's great. Mi Li, please tell your uncle to stock up on the yogurt with strawberry pieces. It will definitely sell well."

"Also, the sea salt flavored shrimp crackers we had last time, and..."

Tang Jiao was so excited that he started to help make suggestions and make purchase orders.

"Okay, I will definitely tell my dad. When it opens, I invite you to be the first customers to eat for free!"

Chen Mili stretched out her hand boldly, already looking like a future small shop owner.

"Thank you so much Tang Jiao, you will always be my best friend."

As she spoke, she grabbed Tang Jiao's hand with emotion in her eyes to thank her, and turned to look behind her.

"And Sichuan God, Haojie, Xiaomin and the others. Thank you very much for helping me at that time, running before and after."

Chen Mili said and wiped the corners of his eyes with some excitement.

"You're welcome." Xiao Jingchuan said softly.

He looked at Tang Jiao, whose eyes were red, and smiled helplessly.

He pulled off the tissue, stretched out his hand to wipe the wet corners of her eyes, and said with a low smile: "Little crybaby."

Tang Jiao took the tissue and wrinkled his nose: "I'm so happy."

Lin Haojie was a little embarrassed. Usually he and Chen Mili quarreled a lot, but now it was so serious that it was embarrassing.

"Hey, why are you being so polite? It's not like you're going to help me when you see an injustice. Anyway, when the time comes, I'll just eat ten of your chocolate cones and be done with it."

Chen Mili smiled, and the original emotion almost broke: "That's all you pursue. When the time comes, as long as you come, you can eat whatever you want."

"Hey, then I'll be waiting!"

Lin Haojie leaned his face on the table with his hands on his face, and asked again: "Tang Jiao, are you going to watch the football match? If our Sichuan God comes back, you won't be there?"

Tang Jiao glanced at Xiao Jingchuan, "Are you really going to fight?"