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

At 10 o'clock at night, the arrogant roar of a black and gold streamlined heavy motorcycle disappeared in the underground garage, and Xiao Jingchuan returned home covered in gunpowder smoke.

White mist of steaming water vapor poured out, the bathroom door opened, and Xiao Jingchuan walked out topless in gray casual knee-length shorts.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, slim and powerful tight inverted triangle, thin abdominal muscles just right, containing explosive strength with the rise and fall of breathing. The hair has not been wiped, and the hair in front of the forehead has been pulled up, revealing the forehead, with water droplets along the edge. Flow down from the temples.

He picked up a towel and wiped his hair. As soon as he raised his hand, he frowned and hissed in pain, glanced over his shoulder, and sighed.

He simply didn't wipe it off, threw the towel on the sofa, and threw himself on the soft bed.

After two steady knocks on the door, the housekeeper Lao Zhang walked in with a medical kit. Seeing the large bruises on Xiao Jingchuan's back, he asked worriedly:

"Master, you went to Qiongsen again today? Why were you injured like this this time?"

At the same time, he skillfully took out medicinal wine from the medicine box and applied medicine to Xiao Jingchuan.

Medicinal wine for bruises and bruises, the more painful it is, the more effective it is.

The butler's technique was professional and extremely powerful, making Xiao Jingchuan gasp in pain.

"Gone, that's another thing."

Xiao Jingchuan lay on the pillow, closed his eyes and said: "There was a doctor who caused trouble during the school physical exam this morning."

"Hiss—your methods are getting more and more vicious."

"If you rub it hard, the blood will dissipate quickly."

"School physical examination..." The housekeeper thought for a moment and asked, "Is the hospital in charge the Union Medical College Hospital invested by the group?"

"Correct."

Xiao Jingchuan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hands and put them under his face, and continued: "Uncle Zhang, ask Xiehe how this matter is being handled tomorrow."

"Okay, sir."

Xiao Jingchuan closed his eyes again, endured the throbbing pain in his back, and said no more.

"Om-"

The cell phone thrown at the end of the bed vibrated several times.

"Master, there's a call."

Xiao Jingchuan lazily raised his hand to take the phone, unlock it, and put it to his ear.

"Xiao, why didn't you notify me that you were here today! That guy Keller said you were about to knock out his teeth, hahahaha!" Qiao Sen's loud laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"I just went there for a while. If my dentures fall out, I'll pay him for it. It's fine."

After saying that, he ignored Qiao Sen, who was talking strangely on the other end, and hung up the phone.

"Master, you have been going there more frequently recently, right?" The butler's hesitant voice came from behind.

"No, my bones feel itchy from sitting in class. I need to relax my muscles and bones."

Xiao Jingchuan turned on his phone and found that it was full of class and group messages.

Click in to see the earliest content directly. It is a post with a two-word title:

"Redemption".

There is only one sentence in the text: I have thought about it for a long time, and I have no other meaning. I just think this photo should be called this name.

Attached below is a very high-definition photo, which should have been taken by a professional camera.

Xiao Jingchuan was startled when he saw the picture clearly. No matter who the person in the photo was, it was a photo with excellent composition, artistic beauty and story tension.

In the photo, a tall boy stood facing the camera, leaning down to protect the delicate girl in front of him. Behind him was a chaotic scene of a blurred fight between several people and glass fragments exploding with blood mist.

There are many photos and videos of accidents on the forum, but none of them are as shocking as this one. The angles and timing are extremely clever.

In this frozen moment, Xiao Jingchuan leaned down slightly, opened his strong arms, and wrapped his elbows around his thin shoulders to hug Tang Jiao.

He lowered his head and frowned, his forehead hair a little messy due to his rapid turning movements, and his slightly drooped deep eyes held pain-bearing cruelty, like an unruly wolf in the smoke.

Tang Jiao's back was facing the camera. The girl's thin body was completely enveloped by the young man and held by his strong hands. Her shoulders were slightly slumped and she was on the verge of collapse.

Against the background of violent and bloody chaos, the two people in the focus of the camera are both wearing pure white school uniforms and are very close to each other.

White and white overlap, and at a glance, they seem to blend into one.

A girl with a scar on her head and a neck so thin that it could be bitten off by a wild beast in one bite, while the wild wolf with sharp claws beside her leaned quietly against her neck, staring out defensively and fiercely.

Like a girl and a wolf cub who depend on each other on an isolated island full of dangers, they are contradictory and harmonious, with a full sense of picture, atmosphere and story.

Xiao Jingchuan saw such emotions in his eyes for the first time.

At that moment, his body's instinct seemed to understand his master's thoughts before his thoughts.

To occupy, to protect, to tear apart all threats.

In the class, Liao Donghai never misses this opportunity to get involved in student topics.

Lao Liao: @小靖川 stood up to protect his classmates at the critical moment. Xiao Jingchuan’s behavior shows the truth, kindness and beauty of contemporary young people’s courage to take responsibility!Everyone should learn from him!Of course, your own safety is also very important!

"What is true, good and beautiful."

Xiao Jingchuan sneered, threw away the phone, and lay back on the pillow.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, go to sleep."

"Okay, Master, you should also go to bed early."

The old housekeeper, who had packed up the medical kit and was walking out, stopped when he heard a vague self-mockery.

This old man who had served the Xiao family all his life, his always straight waist suddenly stooped a few inches.

He turned around and glanced at the young master lying on the bed with his upper body naked and his back bruised.

Sighing softly, he closed the door and went out.

Tang Jiao's shoulders collapsed as soon as he got home. He had been struggling all day.

Tang Mi hadn't come back yet, and her parents were in a bad mood. She finished taking a shower early and got into the room.

Unscrew the ointment on the table, squeeze out a little on the fingertips, turn your head in front of the mirror, and apply it carefully on the scar, not missing any uneven lines.

Now she has learned to adapt to it, to accept it.

When you see it in the mirror, you will no longer turn your eyes away to avoid it, and you can calmly face the sudden gaze of strangers.

The soft fingertips unconsciously squeezed the sharp corners of the bottom of the ointment, once, and again.

Tang Jiao looked at the tomboy-like face in the mirror and took a long breath.

Turn around, climb into bed, and get under the covers to play with your phone.

The moment he saw the photo, Tang Jiao was stunned for a long time.

Until my eye sockets felt slightly hot and my nasal cavity was sore and swollen.

She stretched out her fingertips and stroked Xiao Jingchuan's palm with bulging joints and veins in the photo.

He also said it was okay, it must have hurt a lot from being hit.

It was obviously painful, but he endured it and just clenched his hands into fists on her back, giving her room to breathe and protecting her without reservation.

"Xiao Jingchuan, are you in pain?"

By the time he reacted, the sentence had already been sent out.

"Are you crying?" Xiao Jingchuan replied quickly.

Tang Jiao almost suspected that Xiao Jingchuan had installed surveillance cameras in her room, and she sniffed.

"I'm not crying! Does your back hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Do you feel bad when you see the photo?"

"You have saved me many times, but I always seem to cause you trouble and even ruin two of your clothes."

The more Tang Jiao thought about it, the more guilty he became, feeling that he was simply the reincarnation of a degenerate god.

Xiao Jingchuan lay on the bed and was amused by Tang Jiao.

"It turns out it's the clothes that I'm worried about, you little heartless guy."

Why was this man so misinterpreted? Tang Jiao was so anxious that he kicked off the quilt.

"No! I caused you to get hurt. I'm sorry, I don't know how to thank you."

Xiao Jingchuan got up and got out of bed, while replying the message:

"Thank you for nothing, it's a small thing. If you really want to make it up to me, go somewhere with me tomorrow."

This was the first time a classmate asked her to go out on the weekend.

"Where are you going? (Kitten head gif)"

Tang Jiao was a little happy, but also a little nervous, and at the same time he felt sleepy.

After a while, I fell asleep holding the phone.