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

"Brother Xiao, what's going on with your new classmate? You really don't know each other?"

Lin Haojie had been scratching his head all afternoon, "You brought her here during the opening assembly and helped carry chairs. Oh, the whole female compatriots in the school were shocked! It is a big taboo to privatize a public male idol." avoid!"

Xiao Jingchuan put on his football uniform, covering his waist and abdomen with clear abdominal muscles, and gave him a sideways glance: "I don't think you'll be playing anymore for a while. Your head is quite suitable. You're pretending to be nothing but shit."

"Then you should tell me, brother! Many people have asked me to inquire. As your deskmate, I can't get the first hand, which is very detrimental to my reputation!"

"She's just a child, don't pull that mess on her."

Xiao Jingchuan closed the cabinet door and emphasized in a deep voice: "Don't be too lazy to clean up and talk nonsense in the forum."

"They said it doesn't matter, just protect me now -" Lin Haojie quickly zipped up his zipper and closed his mouth after receiving Xiaoshen's look.

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A real-time hot post appeared on the school forum: "Look at the handsome photos of Xiao Shen! Help! I want to memorize it too!", and the ranking continued to rise.

"Today I stopped to watch Xiao Jingchuan play, and someone was knocked unconscious and blood was everywhere on the floor!"

"Xiaoshen carried that man to the infirmary!! Those broad shoulders of the Pacific! The top attacker's poor body type knocked me to death! Look at the jpg."

"Thank you, I'll take it for you."

"Please! Hitting anything will only hurt you. The one on your back is a girl."

"Are you at the scene upstairs? You can't see even though your coat is covering you."

"This mini figure is obviously a girl, okay? Why was it not me who fainted! (Dense fog)"

"Wait a minute! Am I the only one who thinks Xiao Jingchuan's appearance in blood-stained sportswear is very interesting? Si Ha Si Ha (wiping a nosebleed)"

"The school bully who just finished a gang fight, I can do it too!"

"Thank you, I'll take it for you."

"He must have been the school bully, the one who dominated both civil and military subjects and all subjects!"

"Prince Xiao, he is the sponsoring father of our school!"

"I'm lucky enough to have seen Xiaoshen's abdominal muscles flash by. It's really cool!"

"I can do it even if the pervert doesn't tell you secret words! Please ravage me as much as you like!"

"+1"

"+1"

"Sure enough, in this stagnant campus life, only this man Xiao Jingchuan can stir up my heart! This is so damn charming!"

"Who clicked on the post about the bilingual speech given by the freshman representative in Xiao Jingchuan at the opening ceremony that year? Sorry, it's me."

"+1 my most visited, just for learning English~"

Thanks to Xiao Jingchuan, the school forum that had just started to fade away from the school was extremely lively, and within half an hour this post was on the top of the chat area's hot posts.

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The infirmary was very quiet. The doctor was stopping the bleeding and treating the wounds of the unconscious Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. His forehead was swollen, and it was red and oozing with blood. Half of his face was covered with blood, and his ears and neck were all sticky. It was terrible to look at.

The doctor used cotton swabs to clean the wounds and blood on her face, and raised his hand to take off her hat, "Eh? Is this little girl wearing a wig?"

"The injury on the forehead will swell for a few days. It's not a big deal after the nose bleeding stops. But in her case, if she hit her head, we still have to wait until she wakes up to see her reaction and observe whether there is a concussion. It is estimated that there will be half a concussion. He'll wake up in an hour, so you can take care of him here."

The school doctor on duty was quite old. After packing up and walking out, he couldn't help but sigh, "You are so young and have to suffer so much."

Xiao Jingchuan stood stiffly beside the hospital bed. His white sportswear was stained with blood. It soaked from his neck to his chest. The dark red was very dazzling.

The hat and a long wig were put away on the bedside. This was the first time he could see Tang Jiao's entire face clearly.

Without the obstruction of the big hat, Tang Jiao's head was round and small, and his hair was so short that his blue scalp could be seen, looking like a kiwi fruit.

There were several red and swollen patches on his face, his forehead was wrapped in gauze, and his nose was stuffed with cotton balls. He was lying on a pure white hospital bed. His whole body was thin and his face was so pale that it seemed like it would break if he applied any more force.

Like a poor little monk who was robbed by bandits and starved for three months as soon as he came down the mountain.

From the side, you can see an unsightly arc extending from the side near the top of her head to the bottom of her left ear, creating a long, dark pink scar. You can guess at a glance that this is a surgical suture line. What was left was a very new wound. The healed area was pink flesh-colored, with a long stroke and countless short suture lines of left and right protrusions, left on the head of such a 16-year-old girl.

This trace was so familiar that it reminded Xiao Jingchuan of events from more than ten years ago. His face was condensed, and his eyes contained dark and depressing emotions...

The summer breeze blew in outside the window and lifted the curtains beside the hospital bed. After class in the evening, it became lively outside.

Comparing the two, the small cubicle in the infirmary was so quiet that only two shallow breathing sounds could be heard, one was thin and slow, and the other was steady and long.

Xiao Jingchuan has been sitting beside the hospital bed, the backlight and dark shadows are folded on the sharp eyebrows, and the slender shadows are imprinted on the floor.

It's been more than 20 minutes and the person still hasn't woken up.

Many chaotic fragments flashed through his mind, and he rubbed his thumbs restrainedly and pinched his knuckles, causing veins to pop.

He played a little too well in the afternoon game.

Xiao Jingchuan went back to his old home two days ago. He was already in a bad mood, but the opponent's players were not clean and kept pestering him throughout the whole process. By the match point in the second half, both teams were fighting hard. He grabbed the ball and was about to throw it directly from a long distance. The moment he threw the ball, he was deliberately bumped, deflected and hit the outside of the court.

Xiao Jingchuan knew very well how much enthusiasm that goal created.

Tang Jiao was hit on the head, and the small one fell directly to the ground without any movement.

At that moment, he felt like his breathing had stopped.

Tang Jiao has a small face, thin and curved eyebrows, very pale eyes, as if he has been swimming in water, a straight nose, and a small mouth, which is still red and swollen.

How many secrets does the little liar secretly hide? Why is he always so pitiful?

There was a sudden ringing sound.

Xiao Jingchuan quickly took out his cell phone and pressed silent. He looked at the bed and saw that there was no movement. He stood up and quietly closed the door, went out and answered the phone.

"Brother Xiao, how's it going?"

"Still in the infirmary, not awake yet."

"I haven't woken up yet. Is this no big deal? If you ask me, it's all Qin Dong's fault in Class 8. I've never seen anyone with such unclean hands and feet in playing ball. Let me tell you, this matter has become famous on the school forum!"

"Did you capture Tang Jiao's face?" Xiao Jingchuan's face turned cold.

"Don't worry, there isn't one. Fortunately, you just put your coat around her. I'm just talking about you."