The school bully's pet kitten

Besides, it must be mindful!

But he didn't dare to say that, Jian Qiaoxi smiled awkwardly: "I don't mind..."

"That's it." Fu Zeye looked indifferent.

He was really big-hearted, obviously the whole school knew about this matter, but the person involved didn't care, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jian Qiaoxi couldn't help but care about it. Because of his weak sense of existence in his previous life, he suddenly became the focus of the whole school, which made him uneasy.

He frowned slightly. Jian Qiaoxi felt that he was too timid and afraid of causing trouble, but Fu Zeye was the kind of fearless. The two had completely different personalities. He suddenly doubted whether the decision to seek Fu Zeye's asylum was correct.

Fu Zeye's eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds. The guy said he didn't mind, but he looked embarrassed. Fu Zeye said, "Okay, I'll ask the forum administrator to delete the post later."

Jane Josie's eyes lit up: "Really?"

In this way, large-scale transmission can be prevented to a large extent.

"When did I, Fu Zeye, brag, remember to wash my shoes clean."

After speaking, he took out a basketball from the cabinet and left.

When school was over, Jian Qiaoxi passed the playground and saw Fu Zeye playing basketball with his classmates. He was the tallest and tallest among the group of people. After he made a three-pointer, there were cheers on the court.

Jian Qiaoxi stopped, and he squeezed into the crowd to look at Fu Zeye. Jian Qiaoxi didn't know why he stopped at that time, maybe it was because the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Fu Zeye's sharp-edged face, and his heart skipped a beat.

Fu Zeye was galloping on the basketball court, Jane Qiaoxi's eyes moved with him, and he knew nothing about the small commotion he caused.

The girl behind her blushed and whispered, "He will also come to the football game..."

"Yes, is there anyone he knows?"

"When he walked past me just now, I could see clearly that his skin was really fair and his body was still fragrant."

"Who can ask for a WeChat..."

"Go, aren't you usually the most daring?"

"I can't do it, eh? You see? A girl passed by!"

Jian Qiaoxi was so engrossed that she didn't notice the girl who had been standing beside her for a long time. The girl bit her lower lip as if she had made some kind of determination.

"Jane Qiaoxi..." Yuanyuan called softly.

Jane Qiaoxi turned her head and smiled politely: "Student Yuanyuan."

When Yuanyuan looked at his pure and beautiful smile like an angel, she couldn't help but blushed: "You, you also come to the football game?"

"En." Jian Qiaoxi responded, and his eyes returned to the field. Fu Zeye scored another goal in the time he said a word.

Fu Zeye saw him right away from the crowd, and ran past him panting, "Why don't you hurry back and brush my shoes?"

Yuanyuan's cute little face immediately sank, thinking that the bastard Fu Zeye ordered Jian Qiaoxi to work again.

"Ah?" Jane Qiaoxi remembered this: "I'll go back right away."

Fu Zeye turned around and was about to run away, when the basketball flew straight towards him suddenly, Jian Qiaoxi's pupils dilated, and seeing the basketball was about to hit his face, he suddenly closed his eyes.

The expected pain did not appear. When the basketball was about to hit him, Fu Zeye quickly turned around and blocked it with his hands, but his center of gravity was unstable and his body tilted and fell.

"Brother Ze!"

The classmates on the field surrounded them.

"Brother Ze, what's the matter?"

Jian Qiaoxi was so astonished that Fu Zeye threw himself to block the flying basketball for him!

"Ze...Brother Ze!" Jian Qiaoxi shouted in astonishment.

Fu Zeye got up from the ground, his knee was injured, and the team members were all nervous, "Brother Ze, I'll carry you to the infirmary."

"Yes, go and have a look, it's bleeding."

Fu Zeye waved his hand to indicate that he was fine: "Go ahead."

"What can I do, I have to deal with the wound!" The teammate said anxiously.

Fu Zeye saw that his knee was covered in blood, and thought that even if he played on the field, this situation would be a drag on his teammates. He said to his teammates: "Find someone to replace me."

"Okay, come on, Brother Ze, I'll carry you on my back."

Fu Zeye slapped him on the back forcefully, "Big fart, you go ahead and leave me alone."

Fu Zeye turned his head and raised his chin to Jian Qiaoxi, "You, follow me to the infirmary."

Looking at the blood gushing out of his knee, Jian Qiaoxi felt startled and uneasy, and was taken aback when Fu Zeye called him.

"Why are you standing still, help me to the infirmary." Fu Zeye said with a sullen face.

Only then did Jian Qiaoxi come to her senses, and immediately went over to pick up Fu Zeye's arm and headed to the infirmary.

Jian Qiaoxi supported Fu Zeye to sit down, but there was no one in the infirmary, maybe the school doctor had already left work.

He was anxious, what to do with Fu Zeye's injury when the school doctor was not here, just as he was wandering around not knowing what to do, Fu Zeye clicked his tongue: "Sit down, my eyes hurt from shaking."

"The doctor's not here...Brother Ze, why don't we go to the hospital?" When Jian Qiaoxi turned around and Su looked at him, Fu Zeye had already done it himself.

He took the disinfectant to treat the wound, and Jian Qiaoxi asked in surprise, "Brother Ze, do you want to treat it yourself?"

"Small injury, what hospital should I go to?" Fu Zeye said casually.

"There will be scars! Let's go to the hospital!" Jian Qiaoxi was very worried. How could Fu Zeye be injured because of him, what if he got infected?

Fu Zeye glared at him: "Hurry up and go home, don't bother me."

Jian Qiaoxi closed her mouth tightly after being attacked by him. When Fu Zeye wiped the disinfectant on the wound, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still didn't say a word.

He must be in pain... so much blood.

Jian Qiaoxi squatted in front of him, grabbed Fu Zeye's calf, and gently blew on his knee, "It won't hurt anymore."

Fu Zeye was stunned. When he saw Jian Qiaoxi's slender and warm fingers touching the muscles of his calf, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Fu Zeye couldn't explain it.

Jian Qiaoxi raised her head, her clear eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and Fu Zeye panicked for a moment.

"Brother Ze?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Jian Qiaoxi thought he was too painful to speak: "Does it still hurt?"

Fu Zeye came back to his senses, his eyes flustered, he patted Jane Qiaoxi's hand, and cursed: "You idiot! What are you talking about! The infection will be faster if the saliva flies in!"

Jian Qiaoxi said in a panic: "Ah? Sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know... I thought it wouldn't hurt like that..."

Jian Qiaoxi vaguely remembers that in his previous life, when he was a beautiful child, there was a mother who loved him before he experienced the fire. When he broke his knee and cried in pain, his mother tenderly gave him After blowing on the wound and comforting him with a smile, he really didn't feel any pain.

Since then, Jane Qiaoxi has subconsciously thought that blowing on the injured person's wound and smiling at him can reduce the pain.