What if there are no inhibitors?

The driver asked about Han Lu's mobile phone number, and then chatted curiously: "This rabbit is so small."

Han Lu tried to rub the rabbit's fur with his finger, but stopped: "Yeah."

Song Zhiwei clenched his fist and turned his head away.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up outside a small hospital.

Han Lu opened the car door, then took a step with his long legs, and turned around the front of the car.

Song Zhiwei imitated his movements to pull the door switch on his side. As soon as the door opened, he passed an arm from the outside of the car, which was the arm that had been supporting him just now.

Song Zhiwei's expression flashed touched and annoyed, he was no longer so weak after he was twelve or thirteen years old.

After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his thin white fingers to rest on Han Lu's forearm, and got out of the car.

My right foot hurt so badly that I couldn't touch the ground at all.

Han Lu reminded him: "Don't waste time."

The tone is flat, not fierce, but not gentle and friendly.

Song Zhiwei carefully tested his strength and pressed most of his body/body on the boy's arm.

Han Lu's forearm muscles stiffened instantly, but he still held him firmly.

He thanked in a soft voice, embarrassed.

Han Lu raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, but simply said: "Hold me tight."

Half-carried into the hospital, he was taken to a treatment room.

There was a strong smell of medicinal wine and disinfectant in the treatment room.

The door of the treatment room was pushed open, and a young female doctor walked in with a breeze, holding a plate of miscellaneous things in her hand, including povidone iodine, bandages, scissors...

The female doctor glanced at Song Zhiwei and asked him, "What happened?"

Song Zhiwei looked like a big guy who was used to big scenes, his tone was light: "Someone hit me."

The doctor patted him on the shoulder: "Turn around and lie on your stomach."

Song Zhiwei's back was stiff, and he lay down on the hospital's special reclining chair.There was a sharp sound of cotton swab pockets being pulled from behind.

Not only that, but the doctor also threatened him: "Hold on, it hurts."

Song Zhiwei suddenly said in a pitiful and soft voice: "Sister, be gentle."

The doctor smiled: "You boy has dyed his hair like this, and you seem to be quite obedient when you talk."

Song Zhiwei pouted, because his companion animal was a rabbit.

In their world, human talent would be greatly influenced by companion beasts.

For example, people whose companion animal is a tiger tend to have a strong aura, and people whose companion animal is a wolf tend to have a calm personality.

His companion beast is a rabbit, which has a sensitive and gentle personality. In that world where the jungle preys on the strong, he is used to being bullied.

So later he became arrogant and irritable, good at fighting.

However, no matter how much the character and force values ​​change, other genetic talents still cannot be changed.

For example, this gentle and beautiful face, the sex/desire that cannot be easily satisfied as it grows bigger, and the ability to act like a baby.

The doctor picked up Song Zhiwei's T-shirt, and there was a bruise on his back, especially a piece on the left waist, which was bruised and black.

His complexion was already dazzlingly white, and these marks appeared to be even more pervasive.

The doctor "tsk tut" twice, "Nowadays, children, they think they are so powerful, and if something happens, they only dare to let their friends come."

"Do you have to tell parents and teachers about this?"

"Got it." Song Zhiwei looked up at his so-called "friend".

Han Lu was lazily leaning on the chair, lying softly on his stomach, while he buried himself in playing with his phone.

He didn't intend to take a look at Song Zhiwei.

Of course, Song Zhiwei didn't expect Han Lu to be too enthusiastic about him, but just lay softly and comfortably on his abdominal muscles.

The little plush stomach is still rising and falling steadily, making it comfortable to look at.

This harmonious scene of one person and one rabbit made him somewhat uncomfortable.

If it were left in their original world, how many people might arrange that he likes this man.

Sudden--

"what!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sound of killing a pig pierced through the roof, and even the patients passing by stopped to watch. The doctor paused, and even Han Lu slightly raised his eyelids while looking at his mobile phone.

Ruan Ruan woke up from his sleep in shock, the four rabbits trembled, and Han Lu hugged them soothingly.

The tone is also quite gentle: "Go to sleep, it's okay."

The first sound was that Song Zhiwei's waist was touched, and he cried out very sensitively. The second sound was that he dodged to avoid the doctor's hand, and twisted the wound, which made the pain worse.

It was the same as someone holding a handful of nails and suddenly stabbing him in the waist.

"Ah, it hurts." Song Zhiwei's eyes were full of fog and red.

He didn't expect that his back would still be as sensitive after changing his body.

The back of a rabbit is particularly sensitive, and if touched too much, it will cause false pregnancy, so it should not be touched at all.

The doctor froze his hands and asked in a daze, "Does it hurt?"

"No." Song Zhiwei groaned and returned to his original position: "I just didn't quite get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he held the railing tightly and said in a tight voice: "Be stronger, I can bear it."

"Okay, okay, don't move around this time." The doctor moved his hands more carefully.

Song Zhiwei felt that the cotton swab dipped in the medicinal wine was a little cold and wet, and it was gently touching his waist.

The irritating pain near there is mixed with the tingling itching all over the body.

Slowly move the swab along the wound towards the center of the wound.

Song Zhiwei inhaled and exhaled, forcing himself to feel the pain, while deliberately ignoring the same stimulating itching.

But he was afraid of something, he always felt that itching spread all over his body, making his legs weak.

After applying the medicine and wrapping the bandage, the doctor asked, "Where else is there?"

Song Zhiwei showed his right foot: "Ankle."

The doctor said, "Take off your shoes."

Song Zhiwei took off his shoes obediently, and the female doctor bent down and held the soles of his feet, looking left and right.

Song Zhiwei looked at the skin color contrast with mixed feelings.

No need, no need at all.

The ideal skin color in his mind is wheat-colored, but it may be related to the reason why the companion animal is a rabbit.

He can't get a tan no matter what.

But fortunately, the soles of my feet are not sensitive, so I can only comfort myself like this.

The lady doctor suddenly asked, "How old is it?"

"Ten... ah!!!" Song Zhiwei was still thinking about what to do, the doctor grabbed the sole of his foot and broke it hard, causing the painful Tianling Gai to tremble.He looked at the doctor in disbelief, what did she just... just do to her feet? ? ! !

The doctor smiled. The little brother was startled and looked like a rabbit. She explained: "Your ankle is dislocated, and I just put it on for you. There is medicine here, and it will be fine after three days. In fact, dislocation is very easy to treat. It'll be all right after that."

She handed over the medicine: "Do you apply it yourself or should I help you? You were shaking all the time just now, so I didn't dare to use force. Just apply the medicine evenly by yourself."

"I'll do it myself." Song Zhiwei took the medicinal wine, poured it in the palm of his hand and wiped it around his ankle.

Seeing how proficient he was in applying the medicine, the doctor got up and said, "Okay, just stay here for a while, and you can leave when your feet don't hurt so much."

Then pick up the plate and leave.

Only Song Zhiwei and Han Lu were left in the room.

Very quiet.

Lying softly and comfortably on Han Lu's body, this feeling was more embarrassing than lying on Han Lu himself.

Now the timing is right, he hurriedly said: "Give me back the rabbit."

Han Lu didn't say anything, and returned the rabbit to him.

Probably feel like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

Song Zhiwei softened his voice and added: "I owe you a favor, just mention it if you need me in the future, and I will never hesitate to help you to the end."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Han Lu."

As soon as the words fell, Han Lu walked out the door.

"Han Lu..." Song Zhiwei scratched at these two words.

This is the first person he met during time travel, and the person who helped him twice.

Although Han Lu's help is not like a good old man in the general sense, and even a bit sloppy, but he really has a good heart.

There was no one else in the treatment room, Song Zhiwei flicked his limp head lightly: What, did you sleep comfortably?Do you know how much embarrassment your behavior would cause me in the original world?

What a bare/naked hint of sexual desire.

Ruanruan: But people in this world don't know, your subconscious mind will relax your vigilance, so I can run out of the spiritual realm uncontrollably.

And I also want to ask that kind-hearted big brother to help for the two of us.

woo woo woo master~ master~

Ruanruan acted coquettishly, making Song Zhiwei soft-hearted all the time, and immediately patted its head: Oh oh oh, it's okay, I don't blame you.

whee.

Ruan Ruan rolled in his palm coquettishly.

Song Zhiwei was afraid that Han Lu would come and see Ruan Ruan and want to hug it. He couldn't stand the extremely strange and ambiguous touch, so he put Ruan Ruan back to the spiritual realm.

Han Lu came in from the outside and said to the dazed people inside, "Let's go."

Song Zhiwei jumped out of bed, his right ankle was still a little uncomfortable, but he had no problem walking.

He kept in mind the rules of this world and asked, "Where is the charge?"

He just looked around, and he really didn't see any charges. He wanted to pay the doctor directly.

But according to the way of life in his original world, this kind of organization generally has a special place to give money.

Han Lu said as he walked, "I'll give it to you."

The two kept going out.

Song Zhiwei: "Then I will transfer the money to you."

Han Lu said, "No need."

Song Zhiwei was anxious: "Why not?"

Han Lu glanced at him: "Aren't you short of money?"

Song Zhiwei suddenly remembered a series of unlucky things that happened to him: "Actually... I have money from Alipay."

Han Lu didn't say a word, it looked like he had made up his mind not to want his own money.

Song Zhiwei explained: "I have money, and I will definitely let those people spit out the money. So...you must give what is due to you."

"Let's talk about it." Han Lu didn't care about the money.

As soon as he came out, he saw the car he had taken, walked over and opened the door, and motioned Song Zhiwei to sit in.

Song Zhiwei was dumbfounded after sitting in his seat.

what happened?Why do I follow?

Where is he taking himself?

The scenery outside the car window is constantly regressing and changing appearance, from high-rise buildings to gentle and beautiful greenery.Han Lu got out of the car first, followed by Song Zhiwei.

What's the situation now... How did it develop to the point where he couldn't figure it out?

Seeing his shocked expression, Han Lu rarely explained: "It's surprising that we live in the same community?"

Song Zhiwei is considered a celebrity in their school. He won the "School Beauty" throne with his exquisite facial features in the first year of high school, but Baozi has a very transparent personality.

Not long after, his title of "Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School ATM" spread.

He also met Song Zhiwei in his neighborhood, so he was so impressed with this man.