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

A group of people went out.

In the front right, there are several students and cleaners cleaning up the scene.

The doctors at the hospital had already sorted out the list of damaged blood samples and hurried back home. If a doctor from our hospital caused such a bad incident at school, he would have to report it back to the hospital immediately. If it is not handled well, it will be on the social news.

The ground was littered with broken glass pieces and used contaminated cotton swabs. The blood samples of at least four to five hundred students were smashed on the ground. Now the blood had gathered into a large area, and it could be seen from more than ten meters away.

Xiao Jingchuan saw it when he was standing by the window of the infirmary. After leaving the door, he naturally stood on the right, turned sideways to block Tang Jiao's sight, raised his chin forward slightly and said, "Go that way."

"You go first, I'll go over and throw this away."

Xiao Jingchuan lifted up the shapeless school uniform in his hand, turned around and walked towards the cleaner carrying an oversized black pollutant garbage bag.

"Tsk, if this school uniform is thrown into any trash can in the school, it will probably scare the housekeeper first, and then spread the rumors of some mysterious murder case on campus."

Lin Haojie clicked his teeth and sighed, speaking like a cross talk:

"It's only been more than half a month since school started, and two pieces of clothing have been ruined. They are all bloody every time. Fortunately, my family is rich, otherwise poor people like me would have pain in their chests."

As he spoke, he covered his chest with one hand and was acting vigorously. Suddenly he remembered something, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Jiacheng beside him, and suddenly realized: "That's right!"

Xiao Jiacheng was suddenly attacked and was startled. He held his arms in pain and said "Ouch!" and cursed:

"That's right, why did you hit me?"

Lin Haojie clapped his hands, and with a bang, he revealed the mystery as if he was stunned: "Isn't that the result of hitting Tang Jiao with a ball?"

He clicked his tongue and said, "This is Nie Yuan~ Nie Yuan~ You two have to see blood as soon as they touch each other. What a strange buff."

Tang Jiao looked embarrassed, and that was indeed correct.

Ever since the reincarnation car accident, after they bumped into each other, they began to encounter various situations, or in other words, Tang Jiao had frequent accidents, and Xiao Jingchuan was also forced to deal with these situations.

Thinking of Siming's "prophecy", Tang Jiao's eyes darkened.

But seeing how happy everyone was at this time, I could only force myself to be relaxed.

Chen Mili slapped Lin Haojie: "Don't talk nonsense, Tang Jiao didn't mean it."

Xiao Jingchuan threw away his clothes and followed them, and saw them stopping in the middle of the road and laughing non-stop.

"What are you doing."

Lin Haojie was about to tell his "evil fate theory" again, but was interrupted hastily by Tang Jiao.

"nothing!"

Xiao Jingchuan glanced at Tang Jiao's face.

Tang Jiao changed the subject: "Let's go quickly! I'm hungry! Is it the side door? Where to go from the side door?"

The four people from Xiao Jingchuan dormitory, plus Tang Jiao, Chen Mili and Wang Dongqi, walked to the west gate of Jingsheng as a team of seven.

The west gate is on the side of the gymnasium. It was originally a small locked door. It was not often opened on weekdays, and there were no security guards standing guard. As Lin Haojie said, the place was undergoing renovation and maintenance.

The black iron door was open, with some sandstone bricks piled on both sides. A small section of the school wall beside the door was knocked down. There were only two construction workers wearing yellow safety helmets working on the wall under the scorching sun.

After walking out of the school smoothly, Xiao Jiacheng and Lin Haojie led the way. The two girls walked in the middle. Xiao Jingchuan, Liao Fan and Wang Dongqi walked at the end. They had to walk straight along the outer wall of the school and circle back to the main entrance. Feidou's home-cooked food Just around the corner from the main entrance.

Jingzhou is a place where cherry blossoms flourish. There are cherry blossom trees everywhere. Many of them are planted outside Jingsheng’s school wall along the road. The trees look to be quite old. The trunks are thick and the branches stretch high and far.

September is not the flower season, but it is the time when the leaves are in full bloom. There are cherry blossom trees one after another, with their branches interconnected. The green sky stretches along the branches to block the scorching sun. Walking under the trees will be very pleasant. .

The wind blew slightly, and Tang Jiao felt that his sun-wrinkled soul was relaxing. The leaves above his head rustled softly, birds chirped, and occasionally the sky swayed down.

Tang Jiao felt the relief he had not seen for a long time, reached out to catch the infusion pole floating in front of him, and said to himself:

"The scenery is so beautiful~ Will the cherry blossoms at school bloom in winter? I haven't seen cherry blossoms yet this year."

In the early spring of this year, the cherry blossoms in Jingzhou were in bloom as in previous years, but at that time she was detained in the hospital ward, and when she looked out the window, there were only evergreen trees, except for a patch of green treetops in the distance. Hold out a stubborn cherry blossom branch.

She occasionally looked at the only pink color, breathing in the hospital's unique smell of disinfectant in her nose, wondering when she would be discharged from the hospital this time.

Who would have thought that I would be discharged from the hospital, hospitalized, and operated on. I spent the entire first year of high school in the hospital, and finally I was discharged completely. It was already the end of July.

The cherry blossoms withered long before I had time to care about them, and the flower season was over.

Tang Jiao felt that the scenery at this moment was very beautiful.

Although the situation was full of problems, high school life was better than she imagined. She met Xiao Jingchuan again, sat at the same table with the lovely Chen Mili, and gradually got to know a group of interesting classmates.

"It will bloom. This is the October cherry blossom. From autumn to next spring, it is its flowering season."

Chen Mili told Tang Jiao with a smile.

Xiao Jiacheng walked behind and said, "Everything was in full bloom here last winter!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and gestured from front to back.

"This area, from here to there, is all pink! So beautiful!"

Out of curiosity, Tang Jiao suddenly raised his hand, stood on tiptoes, took a step forward, and danced a few steps amidst the breeze and the chirping of birds.

The slender hands were raised and opened, the waist was slightly turned, the long legs were kicked, and the feet were rotating and changing.

She was wearing a loose blue and white school uniform, and her figure was light and agile. She didn't have the long flowing hair that was conventional, and her slightly pale face added a heart-stopping fragility.

It was as if a goddess who had been betrayed by the world was dancing alone in the center of the dark stage.

Finally, Tang Jiao held the non-existent skirt with his fingers, turned around gracefully to face them, put his hands back in his belly, and bowed.

Chen Mili was shocked by this spontaneous beauty.

"Wow! Tang Jiao! You can dance! It's so beautiful!"

Several male audience members were also fascinated and clapped along with Tang Jiao very vigorously. Lin Haojie even put two fingers on his mouth and blew a very long whistle.

Tang Jiao jumped a few steps because of the impulse. Now he came back to his senses and felt extremely embarrassed.

She shyly explained quickly: "No, no, I only know these few movements. I learned them secretly when I was a child. I almost forgot them after not dancing for a long time."

"Hey! Don't be modest! Are you going to run for the entertainment committee? I think you can dance better than Zhuang Tingting!"

Lin Haojie poked Xiao Jingchuan, who had been silent, with his elbow, "Brother Xiao, you think so."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes kept falling on Tang Jiao.

His deep and sharp eyes had already unrestrainedly traced the girl's delicate wrists, her soft waist revealed in her school uniform, and her eyes as moist as an elk.

"It's beautiful."

He praised softly, his voice hoarse.

This lonely and fragile little rose, he should have picked her home early.

Better to bloom just for him.

How to do it?