lend me a bite

The two were very close, and under the blazing sun, their breathing heated up again. Shan Qiye was slightly lower than Qin Yimu's line of sight, staring at the other's fair and slender neck, with his Adam's apple protruding, and sweat running down his neck. Sliding up and down, the pause seemed to circle around the Adam's apple.

Shan Qiye lowered his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that this scene was a bit dazzling.

Sweat was faintly seeping from the palm of his hand, and he placed it on the opponent's shoulder. There was an extra distance between his side and Qin Yimu's chest. Even so, his heart was still pounding.

... ran too fast just now?

Why are you so nervous?

The sound of heartbeat seemed to flicker in his ears, and the muffled sound of 'dongdong' made Shan Qiye very helpless.

Qin Yimu should have felt it too.

No, not right.

It's not his heartbeat.

As if to confirm his conjecture, Shan Qiye quietly stretched out his hand to hold his heart, and sure enough, the heartbeat was normal.

Shan Qiye suddenly realized something, secretly raised his eyes with his own small thoughts, and quickly glanced at the other party. Seeing that Qin Yimu had a stern face and couldn't see anything, he couldn't help being suspicious.

This appearance is seriously inconsistent with the heart.

Just when he was thinking about how to speak, Qin Yimu saw that he was quiet for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Does it hurt?"

"Ah?" Shan Qiye was taken aback for a moment, looked up at him blankly, seeing that the other party's brows were furrowed and worried, he quickly said: "It's okay, I don't feel anything anymore, am I tired from hugging?"

As he spoke, he put his arms around his arms, giving his body the strength to rush forward, and his whole body stuck to the side of Qin Yimu's side face, so close to him that he could even see the tiny fluff on the other's face clearly. I can't help but slander him, his tablemate's looks are still very good, the pores on his skin can't be seen so close, which shows how good his skin is.

Qin Yimu didn't have time to react to his sudden movement, but subconsciously grasped him tightly.

There was bursts of heat in my ears, "same table?" Wei Yang's tone was full of smiles, accompanied by the scorching sun in the afternoon, bringing warmth to people's whole body.

Qin Yimu silently turned his face away, and brought Shan Qiye under the tree outside the playground.

Shan Qiye looked at Qin Yimu all his eyes, didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, and chatted with him with a smile, "At the same table, if you are tired, please let me down."

"I'm fine, I just twisted it accidentally just now."

"What, are you addicted to hugging me? I didn't expect you to look so indifferent on the surface, but in your heart... hey!" Before finishing speaking, Shan Qiye fell straight to the ground, and his subconscious reaction was to stand up with both feet on the ground. He completely forgot about the sprain on his foot, stepped on it, and the soreness spreading from his ankle to his whole body was like an electric shock, the pain made his facial features wrinkle together.

Qin Yimu raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to help someone, but he didn't have time.

"At the same table...!" Shan Qiye's voice was trembling, he supported the big tree, stood upright with one foot hanging in the air, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Did I hit your mind?"

"Shut up." Qin Yimu looked at his ankle, as if annoyed.

Shan Qiye sat down slowly supporting the big tree, stretched out his injured ankle, bent his right leg, rested his chin on his knee and stared at his left foot.

It was too unlucky to be injured on the first day of military training.

"At the same table, my feet hurt so much, why don't you say something to comfort me? Don't need to say too much, five hundred words are enough."

"Of course, if you really feel sorry for me, you can also memorize the [-]-word essay silently. No matter how bad it is, you can also consider the essay. I don't dislike your long-windedness."

"Are you alright, my deskmate—!"

Shan Qiye tugged at the hem of his clothes, almost making himself a koala, and forced him to agree.

Qin Yimu pressed his shoulder and said coldly, "Don't move."

Shan Qiye said dissatisfiedly: "I'm hurt, why are you so indifferent? Shouldn't you hug me and comfort me?" You should get the comfort you deserve!

Kiss and hug and hold high?

There seemed to be a crack in Qin Yimu's indifferent expression, and it was unbelievable and unacceptable for such words.

Seeing this, Shan Qiye held back his coquettish air and tried to give him a big blow, fundamentally changing his problem of ignoring others at the same table, he adjusted his expression, smiled 'hee hee', showing a perfect smile, " At the same table...huh?!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was covered.

The words swirled around his lips, and he couldn't speak them abruptly.

Shan Qiye blinked, what is this?The magic output is not enough, have you changed the physical damage?

Let's hang up, my deskmate!

Shan Qiye grabbed Qin Yimu's hand and shook it twice, Qin Yimu didn't take it back, but pressed it a little tighter.

Shan Qiye: "..."

You are cold and heartless at the same table.

The two were in a stalemate in this position, and neither of them exerted any force, as if they were playing.

In the end, it was still Shan Qiye who couldn't bear the quiet and silent atmosphere, bent his eyes and tried to make eye contact with him, but Qin Yimu also let go at the same time.

Shan Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when Qin Yimu's finger suddenly pressed on his left ankle!

At that moment, the sour feeling like an electric shock struck again, and the pain felt like a hole was poured into your head. Shan Qiye clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from breathing out in pain, but cold sweat instantly oozes from his forehead.

Shan Qiye leaned out and pressed Qin Yimu's hand, the pain on his face still hadn't faded, "You at the same table, you are annoying me and I want to murder me."

Qin Yimu didn't explain, just brushed his hand away and untied his shoelaces.

"Wait, wait a minute." Shan Qiye stretched out his hand indiscriminately, "What are you doing at the same table?"

Is that even a question?

After talking about Shan Qiye, he knew that he had said something nonsense, and he couldn't stop Qin Yimu even if he stopped him like this.

He was about to say something more, but Qin Yimu stopped his hand, "It hurts?"

Shan Qiye nodded, with an exaggerated expression, "It's going to hurt to death! At the same table, we are destined to be at the same table again in the next life, you...s, at the same table, don't make it? It's all swollen."

After taking off the shoes, I found that the ankle was swollen, and there were some purple blood lines on the outer layer. I don't know if it was twisted or what happened. It was entangled with red blood threads and spread all over the ankle. It looked quite bluffing .

Shan Qiye thought it was just an accidental twist, and he didn't think about the seriousness until he saw the injury.

Ordinary sprains will heal on their own after a while, but now that it's done like this, let alone it won't heal in a while, even if you're hospitalized for a period of time, it may not be healed.

The instructor saw the two of them hiding aside to dodge their laziness, and came over aggressively to find someone, and was about to teach them a lesson, when his eyes swept away, they landed on Shan Qiye's left foot and fell silent for a moment.

The instructor frowned, "How did this happen?" Running made himself like this, and those who didn't know thought he had physically punished the students.

Shan Qiye said: "Accidentally sprained." He couldn't say that he was too relaxed when he was running, he just cared about teasing him and kissed him at the same table, and he didn't pay attention to his feet, so he fell, Qi Ye can't afford to lose this people.

Alas, it is said that beauty deceives people, and this handsome guy is also delaying things.

"Go to the infirmary." The instructor doesn't dare to be sloppy about this kind of thing. Omega is weak, and he can't afford to take care of anything. He is just an instructor, and the health of the students should always be the priority, " Are you still leaving? I'll take you there or not. "

The instructor was also very worried when he saw the wound, and the fall was quite hard.

"No, no, no need." Shan Qiye didn't want to go to the infirmary because of a sprained ankle on the first day of military training, "Sit for a while and it will be fine. I used to sprain my ankle before it was healed after a while."

"The situation is different. I will analyze it in detail at the specific time." The instructor said: "You are too serious, and you will easily go wrong if you sit by yourself. Make a decision quickly. Should I send you there or..." The instructor's eyes were blank again. It fell on Qin Yimu's body. Although he said so, he felt that there was a high probability that Shan Qiye would choose to let Qin Yimu send him off.

Originally, Shan Qiye insisted not to go to the infirmary, but after hearing this, he immediately said: "The instructor still needs to train, so don't delay the progress of everyone's military training because of me."

The instructors were all amused by his magnanimity, it's not because he didn't want to go, but because he was afraid that I would send you there, and then let Qin Yimu go back to train, right?

These two have a good relationship.

The instructor pointed at him, and said with a helpless smile: "Okay, then student Qin Yimu, you can send Shan Qiye to the infirmary. If you have anything to do, tell the doctor in the infirmary directly. He has my contact information, and I will contact you again." Notify your class teacher to contact the parents."

Without waiting for Qin Yimu's answer, Shan Qiye put his index and middle fingers together and drew a circle on his forehead, "Good instructor. You have worked hard, instructor, please go to work!"

"Hi, you." The instructor was really dumbfounded by Shan Qiye's character, and there was still a team to lead by himself, so he left without delay.

Shan Qiye looked at Qin Yimu with a smile on his face, as if he was muttering something in his heart, "At the same table, thank you for your hard work~" At the same time, he opened his arms to him.

Knowing that his foot injury can't be delayed, Qin Yimu's temperament is even more straightforward. He didn't procrastinate at all, just picked him up horizontally, and walked to the infirmary in this posture.

"At the same table, don't do this." Just now, I let you hug because no one was watching, and the road outside was full of people. It would be embarrassing for Princess Bao to be seen by others.

"At the same table at the same table, let's change the position, this is too girly."

"Help me, I'll dance by myself, okay?"

"At the same table!"

Shan Qiye kept pestering, Qin Yimu simply stopped.

Shan Qiye was overjoyed, "At the same table—eh?! At the same table, wait a minute!" However, Qin Yimu didn't give him a chance to repent.

It wasn't until he was face down and was carried on his shoulders that Shan Qiye realized how beautiful his posture was just now.

During the backflow of qi and blood, I felt that my brain was in chaos.

"At the same table, can you hug me, don't be like this, I'm not a sack! How embarrassing!"

"At the same table! Don't carry it, just hug it! Please, please hug me."

"At the same table, don't keep talking, just talk to me..."