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

On this day, the laboratory of Jingzhou University.

"Tang Jiao, look, can I reach it?"

Tang Jiao held the high stool with both hands, leaning back and looking up.

Chao Wan Meimei said: "It's still a little short. That's not the one in your hand. Go a little to the left."

Wan Meimei held the cabinet with one hand and raised her neck to touch the top of the cabinet filled with miscellaneous items.

"Who is unlucky enough to put the sealing film here? Who is such a good person?"

She was murmuring, and her eyes suddenly widened as she glanced out the window.

"Tangjiao, Tangjiao, look below!"

"Look at what?"

Tang Jiao was holding on to a high stool. When he looked out, he could only see the treetops outside the window.

Wan Meimei stood precariously on the high stool, her neck stretched out and her body became more and more crooked.

Her face was full of gossip, and she lowered her voice and said, "Ye Xuewei and the prodigal son are standing under the tree! I don't know what to say."

Tang Jiao tugged at her trousers and said worriedly: "Be careful and get down first."

"Wait a minute! Ye Xuewei hugged me! She actually likes the prodigal type?"

Wan Meimei stood on a high stool, holding on to a box on the top of the cabinet, constantly leaning forward to look at it.

"Damn it! The prodigal son actually pushed her——!"

After a period of chaos, Wan Meimei quickly pushed away the pile of boxes, sundries and stools that had been smashed down, and apologized with a sad face:

"Ah, Tang Jiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

When Wan Meimei fell, Tang Jiao reflexively reached out to catch her, and they fell together.

Tang Jiao fell even harder and was knocked dizzy by Wan Meimei.

She waved her hands helplessly and frowned slightly, "Please give me a hand, I can't use my legs."

“Isn’t it broken?!!”

Wan Meimei was so frightened when she heard this, she quickly stretched out her hand to pick up Tang Jiao.

There happened to be no one in the laboratory at this moment, so Wan Meimei used her strength to half-support and half-hug Tang Zhi to sit down on the wide chair.

Squatting in front of her, looking at Tang Jiao's ankles, he said anxiously:

"Tang Jiao, move your foot, is it twisted?"

Tang Jiao put his right foot on the ground, stiffening his body. He moved his ankle slightly, and a sharp pain suddenly came.

"Don't move, don't move!"

Wan Meimei's face turned pale with pain when she saw Tang Jiao, and she quickly stopped her with deep regret on her face.

She looked at Tang Jiao with tears in her eyes: "Tang Jiao, I'm sorry, I fell down because of my blind gossip, and you were injured."

Tang Jiao also had a headache as he looked at Wei Wei's ankle, which was unable to move, and began to feel swollen and numb.

But seeing Wan Meimei's face looking like she was about to cry, Tang Jiao squeezed her knees and joked:

"Meizi, I can't tell, you're quite heavy."

"Isn't that right? I've gained ten pounds in the past few months! I'm overworked!"

When Wan Meimei fell, she hit Tang Jiao's ankle. She slapped her thigh in frustration, "I'll let you down!"

"Tang Jiao... I'm really sorry. I was wrong. Let me help you go to the infirmary first."

Tang Jiao pointed to the corner of the messy cabinet and said, "You should tidy up your things first, otherwise the teacher will scold me when he comes."

……

"How about I carry you down?"

Wan Meimei carefully helped Tang Jiao walk out. Tang Jiao could not use his right ankle and could only move slowly on tiptoe.

Tang Jiao shook his head, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much now that I have calmed down."

Wan Meimei looked lively and active, but her strength was so small that Tang Jiao was really afraid of being carried down the stairs by her.

"Xiaojiao?"

A tall and elegant boy walked in front of him.

Tang Jiao was a little surprised: "Brother Junwen, why are you here?"

Xu Junwen walked over quickly and asked worriedly: "What happened to your foot? Is it injured?"

He stretched out his arm and let Tang Jiao use his strength to move forward, and then explained:

"I came to deliver some information to the teacher, just to see if I could meet you. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. The last time I met you was when I graduated."

Tang Jiao nodded.

Xu Junwen’s graduate degree was at Beijing University.

When Tang Jiao was a freshman and he was a junior, the two met several times. As her former neighbor and tutor, Xu Junwen took care of her a lot. When he graduated from graduate school, Tang Jiao even went to see her off as a junior student.

"Xiaojiao, let me carry you down."

Wan Meimei also said: "Yes, boys are strong, let the seniors carry you."

Xu Junwen said that he was about to squat down, but was stopped by Tang Jiao.

"Brother Junwen really doesn't need to carry it. It's not that exaggerated. If I carry it on, others will be seriously injured on my behalf."

In fact, it doesn't matter if someone carries her on her back, but Xu Junwen has always had a special concern for her. Tang Jiao is no longer a teenager, and he knows how to measure some things.

Besides, her feet were not so bad that she couldn't walk at all. It just hurt a little when she exerted force. It was completely within the tolerable range and there was no need to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Seeing Tang Jiao's firm refusal, Xu Junwen's eyes flashed with loneliness.

He and Wan Meimei helped her go downstairs.

Xu Junwen thought about what his mother said a few days ago, hesitated for a while and said:

"Xiaojiao, I heard that Aunt Tang—"

"I have nothing to do with her."

Tang Jiao interrupted him calmly and quickly.

Wan Meimei looked at her strangely.

Seeing that Tang Jiao didn't want to mention Fang Fang and the others at all, Xu Junwen had no choice but to give up the idea.

Changing the subject: "My mother talked about you last time. If there is a chance -"

"Wild bamboo shoots."

Unexpectedly, another deep and pleasant male voice broke in, interrupting his words.

Xu Junwen looked up following the sound and saw a handsome man in a tailored suit with a very cool and luxurious temperament.

Very young, but inexplicably very intimidating.

What surprised him even more was Tang Jiao's expression when he saw him.

So vivid and intimate.

"Why are you here? Isn't there an important meeting-"

Before Tang Jiao could finish speaking, he was hugged horizontally by Xiao Jingchuan who stepped forward in three steps and two steps at a time.

"Rescheduled."

Xiao Jingchuan's handsome face was slightly condensed, his cold gaze swept over Xu Junwen, he turned around and strode downstairs with his arms in his arms.

Wan Meimei was left with a bruised face, and Xu Junwen looked a little stunned.

"He is... Xiao Jingchuan?"

Wan Meimei was stunned and replied: "Uh, yes."

Xu Junwen watched in silence as Tang Jiao was carried downstairs.

I once heard that Tang Jiao broke off the relationship with her family because of a boy, but after the college entrance examination, the boy abandoned her and went abroad.

Unexpectedly, he came back, and...

Knowing that he had no chance at all, Xu Junwen lowered his head in frustration and left silently.

-

Tang Jiao's ankle sprain was not serious, but Xiao Jingchuan was very nervous.

When I got home from the hospital, I didn't let her feet touch the ground no matter what I did. I carried her wherever she went.

He even wanted her to take a week off, so Tang Jiao had no choice but to resort to coquettish tactics.

"It's really not that exaggerated~~~~I'm not a porcelain doll."

"Then you take me to and from school. I usually just sit in the classroom and don't go anywhere~"

Tang Jiao supported his right foot that had just been massaged with medicinal wine, twisted his body and hugged Xiao Jingchuan's waist, acting like a baby.

"Is that okay? Huh? Yeah~"