The tablemate is sick and delicate

Lu Sanqi's mind was full of injuries on Xia Dong's face, Xia Dong's skin was very fair, even the scratches on his face looked miserable.

So before Lu Sanqi went home, he asked Uncle Wang to stop and go to the pharmacy before heading home.

The luxury car slowly drove into a residential area. Different from ordinary communities, this is a residential area for the rich. The houses are all detached villas with large yards, which look high-end and luxurious.

Lu Sanqi's family is rich, and his father started a listed company from scratch. He goes to high-end banquets every week. He is usually busy with business and keeps his feet on the ground.

When Lu Sanqi was in elementary school, his father always took him to banquets where the upper class gathered. At the age of eight or nine, he was already a little gentleman praised by everyone, with a articulate and sweet mouth. The lady, down to the little Lolita who is three years old, are all impressed by his gentlemanly demeanor.

But after he fell ill, these became farther and farther away from him, and he became a joke at the banquet. It's ridiculous to think that Mr. Lu, who has been in trouble in the business world, has a mentally ill son.

Lu Sanqi changed into his slippers and entered the door. The living room was empty as usual, only their big golden retriever Hallo was lying on the carpet. Seeing Lu Sanqi coming home, his eyes lit up and he ran over wagging his tail.

Aunt Wang cooks in the kitchen. Aunt Wang is Uncle Wang's wife and works as a nanny in their house. Lu Sanqi eats her food from snacks to adulthood.

He greeted Aunt Wang and went straight upstairs.

Lu Yuanjun walked down the stairs at the same time.

Lu Sanqi lowered his eyes: "Dad."

Lu's father frowned tightly, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his tone was gloomy: "Why are you coming home so late?"

He knew that it would be this kind of questioning tone.

"I had a lot of stuff at the beginning of school, so I packed it up for a while, so it's late." Lu Sanqi replied respectfully.

On the surface, father and son are actually not as good as strangers.

Father Lu nodded and went to the study.

Lu Sanqi laughed at himself, went upstairs to the room.

As soon as the door was opened, Mother Lu sat on the small sofa in his room, looking at his childhood photo album.

"Mom." Lu Sanqi walked towards the woman.

Seeing Lu Sanqi approaching, the woman smiled at him and put down the album.Lu Sanqi's face was not very good-looking, because he saw that the corner of Lu's mother's mouth was broken.

"He hit you again?" Lu Sanqi's eyes trembled slightly, and he stroked her mother's cracked and swollen corner of her mouth with her hand.

Lu's mother felt the pain, and took a breath: "I accidentally bumped into it, it's okay." She smiled at Lu Sanqi.

Lu Sanqi clenched her fists: "Don't lie to me, you have been lying to me for five years with this reason."

He looked at Mother Lu's desperate and fearful eyes, and slowly loosened his fist.

"How did it feel to go to school for the first time today?" my mother asked.

"It's all good." Lu Sanqi took out the books in his schoolbag, and there was a small bottle inside. He stuffed it into the corner of the schoolbag and didn't take it out.

"How are the classmates? Is there a deskmate?"

Xia Dong's handsome face appeared in Lu Sanqi's mind, and his tone softened a bit: "The classmates are all very good."

"What about the deskmate?"

"My deskmate is very nice, but I'm a little silly, I like to be a bad guy." The corner of Lu Sanqi's mouth slightly raised an arc, and there was light in his eyes.

Mother Lu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Are you...are you feeling unwell? Have you brought the medicine with you? If you feel uncomfortable, take it quickly."

Lu Sanqi closed his eyes forcefully, this was a subconscious micro-movement when he wanted to escape, his lips were slightly pursed, the upward arc disappeared, and the joyful mood he finally had was swept away.

"Mom, don't ask, I'm fine."

"Oh, okay, okay, it's fine, mom won't ask, you can do your homework." Lu's mother smiled, her tone was cautious, and there was distress in her eyes.

"Ah."

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Xia Dong came to the classroom early in the morning, and it was rare that he was not late. On the way, he met Lao Deng who was carrying steamed stuffed bun fried dough sticks and chicken soup.

Old Deng repeatedly patted him on the shoulder, beaming with joy: "What a boy! You're not late today! It's amazing!" He said, wrapping a golden fried dough stick in a paper towel, "Come on! I'll reward you with a fried dough stick!"

Xia Dong held the forced fried dough sticks in his hand and stood there dumbfounded as he watched Lao Deng walk away humming a song.

His old Deng is good in everything, but he is too approachable.

With fried dough sticks in his mouth, his cheeks trembling, he walked into the classroom like a hamster with its parotid glands stuffed.

Yo, my little deskmate came earlier than him.

Xia Dong approached and found a small black bottle on his desk with a bag of cotton swabs next to it.

He raised his eyebrows: "Which little girl gave it to me again? It's not good to be too handsome."

The corner of Lu Sanqi's mouth twitched, and he leaned forward slightly to let Xia Dong in.

Xia Dong saw that his deskmate didn't intend to get up, so he had to forcefully squeeze past Lu Sanqi. The last row of seats really didn't have any space, it was too crowded.

"Hiss~ It's so sour in the early morning." Xia Dong's crotch was in close contact with Lu Sanqi's strong back. After such a rub, his little brother turned in one direction, so the fragile little brother let out a painful groan warn.

Lu Sanqi thought to himself, if he leaned back just now, then Xia Dong would never find a wife in his life, that would be fine.

"Hey, have you had breakfast?" Xia Dong sat on the seat, tugged at his pants with his left hand, and held a fried dough stick in his right.

Lu Sanqi subconsciously looked at Xia Dong and nodded.

Xia Dong grabbed the half of the fritters that he hadn't bitten and handed it to Lu Sanqi.

"Neng, I have to eat after I've eaten, I can't finish it." Xia Dong said confidently.

Lu Sanqi silently glanced at the half fried dough stick, then at the unashamed classmate Xia Dong, so he took the fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth. In fact, he ate a lot in the morning. Aunt Wang made sandwiches and chicken salad , made another glass of milk for him, and watched him finish before releasing him.

But if Xia Dong asked him to eat, he would eat it.

Lu Sanqi felt that Xia Dong was the only one who didn't care about his illness, so he should treat Xia Dong better. Although he felt that the school bully was a bit willful, he should pamper him, otherwise Xia Dong would not want to treat him again in the future. Lu Sanqi was a little worried about what to do with him at the same table, and secretly made up his mind to treat Xia Dong better.

"Sanqi, Sanqi!" Xia Dong poked Lu Sanqi who was in a daze, "Did you see who put the potion on my table? It's very considerate. It's not bad to recognize her as a younger sister."

Lu Sanqi's hands shook, and he wondered whether he should tell the truth, but he thought about it, what if he lied to Xia Dong and Xia Dong didn't want to play with him anymore, so he still told the truth.

"I gave it to you, paint the wound, it's done soon..." Lu Sanqi felt as if his face was burned after saying this sentence.

A surprised expression appeared on Xia Dong's face, and then he smiled wickedly, and stuffed the potion and cotton swab into Lu Sanqi's hand.

"That's right, you paint it for me, I can't see it myself!" Xia Dong was still confident.

It was only then that Lu Sanqi felt that his school bully deskmate was not just capricious, but also arrogant.