how to chase boys

I went to Wen Chen’s class to look for him between morning self-study and the first class, and asked him to help me with labor during the big break.

Wen Chen was quite dissatisfied, and yelled: "I just said why Lao Qin scolded me for being late this morning, so it was you!"

"Oh, my good friend." His voice was too loud, and I was afraid that everyone would look over, so I quickly covered his mouth with my hand: "I have something to do between classes, and I will bring you milk tea in the afternoon."

Wen Chen pulled my hand away and murmured, "Aside from studying, what else can you do, you know I'm your good friend when you need me."

I smiled and looked at him, "Help me."

Although the expression on his face was reluctant, Wen Chen still waved his hand: "It's alright, alright, don't look at me like that, and you didn't say you won't help me."

After entrusting Wen Chen, I went back to my class. Most of the people in the class had gone to eat breakfast, only a few students who didn't eat were sitting here and there.

After I had breakfast at home, I went back to my seat and read a book.

There were three girls sitting and chatting together in the seat a little behind me. Seeing me come back, one of the girls said, "Yueguang, the team leader just came over and asked you to go to his office after breakfast."

The girl next to her looked at me worriedly: "I don't think he has a good expression, so be careful when you go in."

I closed the book and stood up, smiling at them: "Okay, thank you."

I just went to the office last night, the head teacher asked me to go over now, what's the matter?

I didn't have a clue in my heart, so I was extra careful when I knocked on the door. I didn't dare to push the door in until I heard the head teacher answering inside.

"Cheng Yueguang, come."

He waved to me from behind his desk, a laptop with a brightly lit screen in front of him.

I felt a little uneasy, and when I walked to the teacher in charge, I quietly glanced at the screen.

The quality of the picture on the screen is a bit blurry, like a picture cut from a surveillance video.

The head teacher clicked the mouse twice, and the computer screen returned to the desktop.He turned his head to look at me, with probing eyes, and asked me in a mild tone: "What did you do after you came back from me last night?"

The air conditioner in the office was buzzing early in the morning, and my back was icy cold facing the air vent.

The homeroom teacher pressed the mouse with one hand, propped his chin with the other hand, and raised his eyebrows at me questioningly.

I didn't dare to look at him, stared at the floor under my feet, and whispered: "My stomach hurts, I'm going to the bathroom."

"It takes half a class to go to the toilet?" He patted the table, hating iron not being able to tell the truth: "The final exam is coming soon, what the hell are you doing? Did those seniors come to see you last night?"

Three questions in a row hit my head, and I muttered, not knowing how to answer.

Since I was a child, I have never been called to the office by the teacher to say this. The head teacher kept talking, and I lowered my head, unable to listen to half of the uncomfortable words.

He still wanted to call my dad, so I quickly pressed his phone and promised again and again that I would not make any mistakes in the future and told him not to call my parents.

The head teacher looked at me angrily and funny, and said to give me one last chance.

"However, if your final exam results are not satisfactory this time, I will still call your parents."

I was so nervous that my tongue was tied up, and I was afraid that he would really call my dad: "Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely do well in the exam."

After finally escaping from the office, I made up my mind to study hard and forget about Tang Shi.

But as soon as I took out the textbook, I started to think wildly in my mind. For a while, I was afraid that I would embarrass my parents if I failed in the final exam, and for a while, I was worried that Tang Shi would be scolded.

The teacher called my name twice in class to remind me not to miss my job.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, my deskmate asked me: "Cheng Yueguang, what's wrong with you recently, your mind keeps wandering."

She looked around, the bell had just rang after class, and the students should go to the bathroom to go to the bathroom, and those who should tidy up the desktop, no one paid attention to our side.

She moved closer to me and said in a low voice, "Are you in a relationship?"

I took out the hand I will use in the next class, and said with a stiff face: "How is it possible, what are you talking about?"

The tablemate shrugged, "Our girls' sixth sense is very accurate. I think you are in a relationship. You may not know it yourself, but it is written on your face."

"No way," I changed the subject dryly, "The next class is mathematics, have you finished your paper yet?"

"I rely on you not to say it earlier!"

After successfully changing the subject, she exclaimed and took out her paper from the hole in the table, and asked me to borrow it: "Quickly copy your paper for me."

I took out the paper from my math textbook and gave it to her. I was about to laugh at her, but when I turned around, I saw He Antang looking at me, frowning, looking very serious.

I don't know why, but I actually feel a little guilty.

I deliberately turned my head away from him, and buried myself in sorting out the things to be used in the next class.

After struggling through a math class, I wanted to run out as soon as the bell rang during the big break. He Antang stopped me and asked me where I was going.

I didn't want to lie to him, so I just told the truth: "I'm going to the third department of high school."

He Antang's brows were furrowed again, he looked upright, his frown gave a very serious feeling: "What are you going to do?"

Staring at this gaze, I really couldn't say what to look for Tang Shi, so I just made up an excuse: "Go get something."

He Antang stopped talking, and I ran out as fast as I could.

I ran extremely fast, and when I was going down the stairs, I even fell, and a piece of skin was rubbed off my palm, exposing the pink and tender flesh inside, and my knee also had a dull pain, probably from a fall.

A few classmates who went to exercise between classes helped me up and asked me if I wanted to go to the infirmary.

I covered the wound with my other hand, shook my head, thanked them, and limped towards the third department of high school.

The third year of senior high school has heavy learning tasks. The school said it was sympathetic to their hard work, and specially set aside the time between big classes for them to rest so that they don't have to do exercises.

The palms were burning, and the knees that hit the ground were also painful.

When I was about to reach the third department of high school, I stopped and looked at the wound on my palm. The wound was bleeding a little. I endured the pain and blew a few breaths.

I'm so stupid, I can fall when I walk.

Clutching my hands, I walked to the gate of Tang Shi's class. I stopped two boys who were going out together, and asked them to call Tang Shi out for me.

"Tang Shi?" The two boys looked at each other, and one of them, who was wearing glasses, adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "He went out this morning and never came back. He didn't attend two classes."

I didn't come back for two classes, and my heart sank. Is it so serious?

Many people in their class knew me, and someone called Qi Le out.

Qi Le has always been smiling, rarely frowning, but when he came out this time, the expression on his face was not very good either.

"Brother... Why hasn't Tang Shi come back yet?" My expression wasn't much better, I hid my hands behind my back and looked at him sadly.

Qi Le smiled, reluctantly comforted me and said: "It's okay, the exam is coming soon, the teacher can't do anything to him."

I nodded in disappointment, since Tang shi was not here, I said I would go back first.

My knee hurts, I could hold on just now, but without seeing Tang shi, I collapsed and walked with a limp.

Qi Le chased up to support me and asked me what was going on.

Knowing that I fell down the stairs, he couldn't help saying that he wanted to take me to the infirmary.

Just a few boys passed by us, Qi Le asked them: "If Tang Shi can come back later, tell him to come to the infirmary to find me."

As he spoke, he squatted in front of me, motioning for me to lie on his back, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

"It's okay." I moved my legs a little to show him, "I can walk by myself."

Qi Le refused to listen and carried me to the infirmary.

There was only one female teacher in the infirmary, with short hair and bangs, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and the corners of her mouth drooping naturally, she looked very difficult to get along with.

When we went in, she was typing something in front of the computer, Qi Le explained to her why she came, but she didn't look up, and asked me to sit on the small bed next to her.

"There is a medicine box on the table, handle it yourself."

Just a little bruising, we can really handle that.

The wound on the palm of my hand had already begun to ooze blood, and it looked scary, Qi Le took a cotton swab and carefully cleaned the wound for me, even though his movements had been minimized, I still only gasped in pain.

After the female teacher typed out the things she wanted, she printed them out and sorted them out, saying that she was going out to hand in some materials and let us take care of ourselves.

"All the medicines are here. I'll be back soon and I'll prescribe some ointment for you then."

I was sweating from the pain on my forehead, and I was all focused on the wound, so I agreed indiscriminately.

After finally treating the injury on the palm, both Qi Le and I were sweating profusely.Qi Le tidied up the cotton swabs and asked me to roll up my pants. He looked at my knees.

I rolled up my trousers as I said, revealing a thin and straight calf.

When the trousers were rolled up to the knees, Qi Le and I took a deep breath at the same time.

My skin is white, and there are large bruises on my body, which makes me look horrible. I was still staring at my knees in a daze. Suddenly, the door of the infirmary was pushed open vigorously. back to the original position.

Tang Shi's face was stern, and he walked from the door to the bed in two or three steps, squatting down to check my knees.

I don't know if it's because the weather is getting hotter. He rolled his sleeves, and there were undulating muscle lines on his forearms, and his every move carried a sense of masculine strength.

He pressed his fingers around the bruise, frowned, and looked at me with dissatisfaction, "What happened?"

But looking at Tang shi's face, it was really difficult to connect it with his academic performance. Tang shi's face was too handsome and a bit ruffian, which made people worry that he would hit someone at any time.

I moved my knee uneasily, and stared at Tang Shi's hand on my knee. This hand was slender and powerful, resting on my bruised knee, it was easy to think of something not so simple.

Tang Shi was still waiting for my answer, so I glanced at Qi Le, who refused my request for help, and turned his face away to look at the human body meridian diagram on the wall.

I had no choice but to bear everything by myself, and explained to Tang Shi pitifully: "I accidentally fell."

"Then you are very good."

Tang Shi rubbed his fingers on my calf, "The road won't go away, will it?"

Isn't it because I came to see you... I only dare to mutter in my heart, and I dare not speak nonsense in front of Tang Shi.

Tang Shi lightened his pressure on my leg, his hand was still rubbing, he didn't turn his head, and told Qi Le in a natural tone: "You are not needed here anymore, you can go back to class."

Qi Le was shocked: "Am I a tool man?"

With that in his mouth, he still said goodbye to us, and closed the door intimately when he left.

Tang Shi and I were the only ones left in the infirmary. He dug out the ointment from the medicine box, squeezed a lot into his palm, put his hands on my knees, and half knelt in front of me to help me apply the ointment.

Such a posture is like a knight, I propped myself on the small bed with one hand, looked down at Tang Shi and rubbed the medicine.

The expression on Tang Shi's face was very serious, and I couldn't help giving orders: "Brother, be gentle, I'm in a little pain."

Tang Shi's subordinates paused, looked up at me, and said nothing, but the movement of rubbing their knees became significantly lighter.

I felt my face was hot, and I was so fascinated by Tang Shi that I was about to lose my mind.

I leaned on the small bed in the infirmary with one hand, looked into Tang Shi's eyes and sighed contentedly: "Brother, you are so kind."