Do not touch without permission

Song Yuan would play basketball with Kan Long and Zhu Jun every day. He could always see Yang Xiwo walking slowly to the cafeteria for dinner around 55:[-], and walked out of the cafeteria at [-]:[-].

Kan Long and Zhu Jun didn't know how many times they were dunked by Song Yuan.Taking advantage of Song Yuan's distraction and looking at a certain person in the distance, Zhu Jun attacked suddenly, snatched the ball, dunked a rebound, and shouted loudly echoing on the basketball court.

Song Yuan picked up the phone and watched the thin, bald boy come out of the cafeteria.He sent a message to the indifferent little monk: "Little monk, have you finished your meal? Look back, I'm on the basketball court."

Yang Xi's cell phone vibrated, he stopped to look, and saw that it was another message from his nerves.He looked back at the basketball court, and the nerve was waving hello to him.

No matter how Kan Long shot, he couldn't make a basket. Today, he was the only one of the three who didn't score and dunk.When he lost his temper, he yelled: "Old pig, you can get in, why can't I?" After speaking, he rushed over and threw it.

On the side of the basketball court is the place where bicycles are placed. Liu Xiaotong was pushing his bicycle and walked over. When Kan Long's basketball hit the wheel, he was so frightened that he almost fell down.

Kan Long ran over, picked up the basketball, and said angrily, "Liu Xiaotong, bring your bicycle over here, it's sloppy, hurry up..."

"Brother Long, what are you doing?"

Kan Long held the basketball in his left hand and Liu Xiaotong's bicycle in his right hand. He was very aggressive, and the irritable man roared in his true colors: "Come here... Set it up and don't move! Look at me, James!" Do it.

He put the bicycle under the basketball backboard, took a few steps back, dribbled the ball for himself, and rushed up to step on Liu Xiaotong's bicycle. Today's dunk is about to be completed... He stepped on the bicycle, and the bicycle turned over Fall to the ground, on your side.

Song Yuan heard a wail, and turned around to see the chubby Kan Long holding his arms and crying.

As Zhu Jun ran over, he laughed loudly: "Silly, are you okay?"

Liu Xiaotong was so teased that he didn't know what to do, so he could only laugh along with Zhu Jun, and asked, "Does it hurt? Brother Long, why didn't you tell me, I can advise you not to do this."

"Damn it, it hurts me to death, so stop laughing."

Song Yuan hurried over to have a look, and stretched out his hand to support Kan Long, but Kan Long couldn't move his whole arm, crying loudly.Yang Xi and I saw Kan Long's naive behavior the whole time, and seeing that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, I ran over to have a look.

"Call an ambulance, don't touch him, just in case..." As I said that, Yang Xi and I took two books out of my schoolbag, looked around, grabbed Song Yuan and the others' school uniforms that were on the ground and ran over.Two books were clamped on Kan Long's arms, and two pieces of clothes were tied tightly around the books and arms to fix Kan Long's arms.

Kan Long wept miserably and said, "Isn't it, it's so miserable?"

Yang Xi and I analyzed carefully: "The main reason is that I don't know what type of fracture you have. If the bone is misplaced, you will have to undergo surgery. If you go by car, it is easy to move your arm."

Song Yuan saw that Yang Xi's analysis was clear and logical, and said with admiration, "As expected of me at the same table, call an ambulance."

So, the naive and miserable Kan Long was carried into the ambulance, accompanied by Song Yuan and Zhu Jun to the hospital.A Du and Lao Gao were stuck on the road just after get off work, and had to go to the hospital again.

Class One and Eleven of Senior High became popular in the whole school again, and another strange thing happened.The whole school knew that there was an idiot in Class [-], Senior [-], who dunked on a bicycle and broke his arm.

L1: Class [-] of senior high school is a wonderful class. Before, some people raised hamsters to scare the English teacher.

L2: I'm so stupid hahahahahaha.

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Fortunately, it is a closed fracture, and Kan Long is in good physical condition, so it is easier to recover.Kan Long was honorably put on a cast and asked for leave for a week to rest at home.Zhu Jun and Song Yuan often skip class and go to Kan Long's house to chat with Kan Long.

After a lot of tossing, Kan Long's stupid behavior was notified and criticized, while Yang Xiwo's first aid method was praised.The school decided to carry out a week-long first aid knowledge study for each class, and postponed school for 10 minutes after class in the evening.

The earthquake came and then the first aid method for fire, and a fire drill was carried out vigorously. The students were all arguing, and the last day was about cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

There are six yoga mats at the back of the classroom. Lao Gao took the class monitor Zhang Yunfeng to practice, and then said: "Practice at the same table. Gu Xing asked a girl to help practice."

Yang Xi, the king of gossip at my front table, Zhong Yu, said in disgust, "Ah, teacher, my first kiss, I don't want to dedicate it to this."

Zhu Jun said with a smirk: "Damn, you just kissed for the first time, I was in junior high school..."

Zhong Fulai hurriedly stopped Zhu Jun from speaking, and said in a low voice: "Old pig, Ding Changning is here, don't talk nonsense." Everyone in the class knew that Zhu Jun liked Ding Changning, the representative of the Chinese class. Because everyone in Zhong Yu knew about it.

Lao Gao clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said seriously: "This is not a joke, I repeat, it is not a joke. You must correct your attitude, and if you really need it someday, you will thank you for your knowledge of first aid. Okay. This is not to let you really talk to each other, but to grasp the basic skills, you know? Come on, the students who are watching are not wrong. This is a matter of life, don't joke..."

Yang Xi, I was lying on the yoga mat, and I always felt a little weird in my heart, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.

Song Yuan put her ear against his heart and nose to check his heartbeat and breathing.

Following the steps of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Song Yuan searched for the chest of the human body, gently and softly crossed his hands on the middle and lower part of the sternum at the midpoint of the two points, and stretched his arms to symbolically press.

Then, according to the theoretical steps of artificial respiration, those warm hands raised his chin to open the airway for his mouth, and then turned his head to one side to examine his mouth.Every step is precise and appropriate.

Song Yuan was breathing heavily, and hot air sprayed on his face, staring into his eyes for a while, his face became serious.Song Yuan pinched both sides of his nose, symbolically blew two breaths into his mouth, then let go of her fingers, watched his chest rise and fall, and repeated twice.Song Yuan said in a hoarse voice: "30 chest compressions and 2 artificial respirations are a cycle. After five cycles, check the patient's breathing and pulse again."

Lao Gao praised and said with a smile: "Children can be taught, and they learn quickly. Let's exchange."

Song Yuan suddenly grabbed his schoolbag and put it in front of his body in a panic, his face was like dirt and he hurriedly said: "Teacher, I feel sick to my stomach, I want to go back first."

"Then go back quickly!"

Yang Xiwo stared blankly at Song Yuan running away in a panic, leaving only a hurried figure behind.He couldn't touch others, so he had to stop practicing.

Zhu Jun was puzzled and said: "Did you eat your stomach? Yang Xi me, I will practice with you, I am not at the same table."

"You and Kan Long practice at the same table." Yang Xi and I grabbed my schoolbag, greeted Lao Gao, and went to the cafeteria to eat.

The cafeteria is a bit crowded today, Yang Xi and I waited at the door for a long time before going in to eat.It was already past [-]:[-] when I came out, and I was turning a corner and walking out of the school gate. Seeing Song Yuan coming out of the toilet at the corner of the first floor, he looked dazed.He thought to himself that this guy really had a bad stomach.Yang Xi and I hurried over and called Song Yuan a few meters behind Song Yuan: "Song Yuan, is your stomach okay?"

Song Yuan stopped his slow steps in a daze, and immediately ran anxiously without looking back, leaving Yang Xiwo behind, and ran out of the school gate alone.

Yang Xiwo looked at Song Yuan who was fleeing in a hurry, frowned and said, "I'm so nervous, what are you doing? I'll ask you tomorrow."

Yang Xi, I sent a message: What's wrong with you?

For the next three days, Song Yuan didn't come to class, and the homework on the desk was piled up like a mountain, and he didn't reply to his messages.Without Song Yuan who was chattering and messing around, he was not used to it.I thought to myself that it was not a disease, it was very serious, right?

Forget it, I guess at least skipping class!Leave him alone.

But he thought of the boy who usually greeted him with care, was it too much for him to do so?At least ask him how his health is, after all Song Yuan also cared about him when he was sick.

He picked up his phone and sent Song Yuan a message: Are you okay?

Song Yuan hasn't responded to his messages these days, Yang Xi, I feel a little worried.Yang Xi, I thought that when I was sick, I was so weak that I didn't even know how to look at my phone, so I reckoned that Song Yuan was seriously ill.He walked over and asked Zhu Jun who was playing a game: "Why didn't Song Yuan come?"

"He, I don't know what's going on. I can't play mobile games these days, and I don't reply to messages."

"Where is his home?"

"I don't know either, I've never been to his house."

Yang Xiwo asked Lao Gao for their home address on the grounds of sending homework, and Lao Gao also said that he was not feeling well.The tall man who usually behaves nonsense suddenly fell ill at home, it can't be a serious illness, right?Yang Xi, I thought about his physical symptoms during this time: always going to the toilet, always twisting his shoulders, occasionally sneezing, and the stomachache that day...

This is not it!

Going to the bathroom is for smoking and skipping classes, twisting the shoulders is for looking down at the phone for too long, sneezing...have a cold?By the way, it is the season of summer turning to autumn, maybe the resistance is not good, and you have a cold?

That's a stomachache!

After school on Friday, Yang Xi and I packed up his homework and took the bus to his home.His home is a little far away, on the other side of the city.I really don't know how to go to school?

Finally, he entered the Shanghuayuan residential area and found that there were villas all around.There are no people on the road, and there are more cars.After walking for a long time, I met one or two people who came out for a walk after eating, and asked where his home was.

Although Song Yuan usually spends money lavishly, he guessed that Song Yuan might indeed have a better family background.But this is a mansion in the urban area, so it can only be described as a wealthy family and a strong background.He wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, but he confirmed that he was right many times.

He didn't know why he came?Is this being bored to masochism?Is it really too lonely?

Yang Xiwo plucked up the courage to ring the doorbell, and the person who came out to answer the door was a fat middle-aged woman with a ponytail and a gray apron.

Yang Xi smiled lightly and said, "Auntie, may I ask Song Yuan's home?"

"Yes, are you his classmate? Come in and sit down, I'll call him." She ran up and shouted: "A Yuan has a classmate looking for you."

Yang Xi It was the first time I looked at the simple and beautiful interior decoration. Looking around, I felt that the decoration alone was extremely expensive.He jotted down the layout quickly, maybe he could use it to write an article.He stood stiffly at the stairs, took out Song Yuan's homework from his schoolbag, and waited for Song Yuan to go downstairs.

Song Yuan put his hands in his pockets, kicked on his slippers and slowly went down the stairs, his tone a little impatient: "Who is it..." When he got off the stairs and saw Yang Xiwo, his heart skipped a beat for a long time.

The two looked at each other inexplicably for a long time, Song Yuan said to the woman, "Aunt Xu, prepare a meal for him."

Yang Xi said in an indifferent voice: "I'll go back and eat. This is your homework. Are you feeling better?"

Song Yuan stared coldly at the homework in his hands, and said leisurely: "Taxis are expensive around here, and the bus is a bit far away. After dinner, I will ask Uncle Li to take you back."

"it is good."

"Let's eat."

Aunt Xu gave the two of them a plate of rice, and said excitedly: "This is the first time that Ah Yuan has a classmate come to the house, classmates are welcome, eat more."

There were only the two of them at the dinner table, Yang Xi asked in confusion, "Isn't your aunt coming to eat?"

"It's okay, let's eat." Song Yuan picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food for Yang Xi, with an ambiguous look in his eyes, he asked in a low voice, "Are you here to deliver my homework?"

"Are you seriously ill?"

"Are you worried about me?" Song Yuan raised his mouth slightly and nodded thoughtfully.Of course he has nothing wrong with him, and he doesn't have any symptoms, but he has something on his mind.Paralyzed on the bed for the past few days, I have been in a daze until my mind is dizzy.

Seeing the way Yang Xi and I ate, I felt itchy in my heart.

He fell into deep thought, into his own mind, unable to extricate himself.He suddenly had a secret that could not be revealed to others.

The day of CPR...

When he thought about that day, he felt a little overwhelmed, at a loss, and didn't know how to face Yang Xiwo.It was obviously a normal touch, and they even took a bath together before, and they always touched him, nothing unusual.

However, that day, he...had a...reaction.

Normal touch during cardiopulmonary resuscitation, following the steps, leaning your ear against the warm breastbone, listening to his drum-like heartbeat, feeling his hot breath, and blowing into his mouth, Song Yuan felt as if he was in the middle of nowhere. The fire was deep, and my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't control it.

It was as if there was a river of flood rushing in his heart, running rampant in his body, galloping around like a wild horse running wild, riotously crazy.

He really wanted to kiss the boy hard on the spot, caress the boy well, feel the warmth of Yang Xiwo, and get closer to him.

He couldn't believe that he had strange thoughts about a boy, but all the thoughts in his head kept telling him, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, you've wanted to kiss for a long time.

Song Yuan was at a loss and breathed heavily. When he came back from this bold idea, his whole body was hot and fidgety, and he was shaking with heat. He wanted to escape.

He ran to the toilet in embarrassment, his mind was full of the young man in white lying in front of him, with a clean and delicate face, warm and tingling touch.The two pink lips seemed to be tempting him to do anything wrong.He thought of the picture of the two of them in the bathroom during military training, the faint scent of milk on their bodies.He felt his whole body was hot and numb.

That innocent boy, with a cute little bald head, sleeps softly and glutinously beside her every day.The low humming when I wake up every day seems to be chanting in my ears at this moment, going straight to the depths of my ears.Just now the warm touch closely followed his hand, so comfortable.

Tiny electric currents swam back and forth across his body, and his heart quickly jumped out of his throat.His voice was low and hoarse, and he shouted the word "I, I", his eyeballs were bloodshot, tears fell unconsciously, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

He leaned against the toilet door, gasped deeply, and cursed secretly: "Fuck!"

God, I'm sure, I must like Yang Xi I...

So, for the next three days, he kept thinking about whether to tell Yang Xi me, his mind was in a mess, and all the cells in his body seemed to be restless.

The first thing I do when I wake up every day is worry, and then I miss him, open his circle of friends, and save the photo of him and his father.Enlarge the photo of him when he was in women's clothing, and observe his facial features back and forth, as if he was counting every pore, and every place is not missed.

Finally came to a conclusion: Damn, Yang Xi, why am I so good-looking?Damn, why do I like him so much?Rely on, rely on, rely on... why are you so cute?What should I do?