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Guiwu's curiosity was aroused by his own emotions.

He wanted to chat with He Ziyun about something else, but his thoughts stopped abruptly when he saw the medicine bottle on the table at the side.

Gui Wu hesitated for a moment, walked up to the young man and stopped next to him. He bent down and took a chair from the side to sit down and said:

"I'll give you some medicine."

As he said that, before He Ziyun could react, he picked up the medicine bottle next to him and opened it. In an instant, a slightly strong smell of medicine filled the air between the two of them.

"..." He Ziyun blinked, puffed out one cheek and said:

"So you went to wash your hands to help me apply medicine?"

Gui Wu nodded and stretched out his hand to pull up the clothes on the young man's arm, revealing the bruises on his arm.

The young man's skin was as white as snow, and every trace of injury was very obvious, let alone such an obvious injury at this moment, which was so shocking that it made one's heart tremble.

For a moment, the audience who had stopped discussing the wounds began to feel distressed again.

It can be said that if He Ziyun opened the barrage now, he would see a lot of "distressed", "cursing" and "angry" questioning words.

It's undeniably heartwarming.

Unfortunately, the person involved can’t see anything now.

Gui Wu frowned as he looked at the bruises, and carefully followed the instructions on the instructions to start operating.

He first dipped a cotton ball in the liquid, then applied the liquid to He Ziyun's injured area and rubbed it again, and was ready to start massaging.

But just when his hand was about to touch the young man's arm, Gui Wu seemed to have thought of something and suddenly withdrew his hand.

He Ziyun had always accepted it well. He looked at Gui Wu's retracted hands, a little surprised, and subconsciously asked:

"what happened?"

"..." Gui Wu hesitated and said honestly: "My hands are too cold."

In late autumn, whether it is the cold air in the air or the chill in the human body, it feels very cold.

He Ziyun is fine now. After all, he wears a lot of clothes. Although some parts still hurt slightly, it is still tolerable after taking painkillers.

"That,"

He Ziyun didn't expect to hear this answer. He was stunned for a few seconds and then smiled and bent his eyes:

"Then what are you going to do, Guiwu-san?"

He now suspected that Fengze College probably did not have hot water, at least during the day, and there was a high probability that there would be no hot water.

After all, they use the gimmicks of being "hard-working," "brave in taking responsibility," and "obedient and well-behaved" to get parents to send their children in.

How many students who have lived in this situation for one year or even two or three years can maintain their emotional stability and not collapse?

He Ziyun thought he couldn't do it.

If one day comes, he will probably be so crazy that he will blow up everyone in the academy.

There is also some distress in returning to nothing.

The living environment he grew up in caused him to have a very poor understanding of the relationship between people, and he even did not understand these things at all.

He thought for a long time, and finally raised his head as if he had a sudden realization.

"I can rub my hands to warm them up and then give you a massage."

Gui Wu thought of this, and his dark eyes seemed to be shining.

"May I?"

he asks.

He Ziyun smiled, with an unclear pear dimple on one side, which looked very cute:

"Of course, I'm grateful."

Guiwu's mood was obviously high, and he began to rub his hands. His hands, which had just been washed in cold water, turned red from the rubbing, and even his fingertips were glowing with a very beautiful pink color.

For some reason, a series of speculations about Fengze Academy in He Ziyun's mind seemed to disappear in an instant.

He looked at Gui Wu, who was rubbing his hands desperately to conduct heat because he was afraid of being iced, and his eyes gradually stopped at the very beautiful ink drop between the other person's eyebrows.

He has always been curious about what the drop of water on Gui Wu's forehead that looks like a tattoo is...

Just out of curiosity, nothing else.

He Ziyun thought so and did so.

Gui Wu, who was busy rubbing his palms together, was stunned. He subconsciously raised his head and met the eyes of the young man who reached out to touch his eyebrows.

He Ziyun didn't panic. He smiled happily and pointed his slender white index finger at the slightly cold forehead of the other party.

"A little curious."

The young man tilted his head and said with a smile, "Is this thing between Guiwu's eyebrows a tattoo?"

Of course he knew that this was not a tattoo, but there were some obscure issues that He Ziyun couldn't explain clearly.

There are definitely not a few students with tattoos in this hellish place like Fengze Academy. For them, they just get tattoos of various things they like or impulsively, but for their parents, this is an unforgivable sin.

Sure enough, Gui Wu subconsciously touched his eyebrows, and his fingers inevitably touched the young man's fingers for a moment. He didn't care and whispered:

"It's not a tattoo," Gui Wu's eyelashes trembled. He was a little worried that the young man would misunderstand him, so he explained:

"This is a birthmark."

According to the teachers at the orphanage, after he was picked up, there was a drop-shaped black mark between his eyebrows. The teachers once thought it was dirt, but after trying to wipe it off and finding that it could not be wiped off, it naturally became... I thought it was just a birthmark with a special shape.

"Is it just a birthmark..."

He Ziyun was thoughtful.

Gui Wu lowered his head and continued to rub his hands. After feeling that the temperature of the palms was almost the same, he began to massage He Ziyun's arms.

"Yes, it's just a birthmark."

He Ziyun didn't continue the topic. He watched Gui Wu massaging his arm bit by bit. The sore and numb pain spread from his arm, bringing with it a slight sense of comfort.

Gui Wu's craftsmanship is surprisingly good.

It looked like he had been practicing.

[Hey, dear, this student looks pretty good at his craftsmanship. He must have massaged people often, right? 】

[Probably, he is quite skilled in his skills, but to be honest, it is not a good thing to be so skilled in massaging in a place like Fengze Academy]

【What's the meaning? 】

[Think about it upstairs, a student is so good at massaging, who does he usually give such massages to? 】

[Holy crap...it's true, so will he be beaten too? Why do I feel that those instructors or others don't seem to dare to hit him? 】

[…I don’t know this either, but I definitely have practiced this skill! 】

【…】

Just as he thought in the barrage area, He Ziyun felt a little sleepy after being pressed on both arms.

As for the invisible pain in the muscles, it can be completely ignored. He yawned, lazily put his legs on the bench that Gui Wu had prepared, and said:

"Has Gui Wu learned massage?"

Gui Wu moved back a little distance, stretched out his hand to press the young man's calf, and was hesitating whether to roll up his trouser legs when he heard this and said subconsciously:

"Learned a little, but not much."