After the Xueba character was exposed

When Jian Yao woke up, the surroundings were quiet. He squinted his eyes for a while, and then realized that he was lying on the bed, with a white ceiling, unlit lights, and two hanging bottles in his sight.

He looked down the thin tube on the vial and found the needle stuck in the back of his own hand.Jiang Zhao was sitting next to him wearing earphones, looking down at the phone. The curtains behind him blocked the sunlight outside. The room was very dark, but Jiang Zhao's phone became the brightest light source.

Jian Yao: "?"

How did he really faint.

He recalled what happened after he was injured, and after he closed his eyes, he heard Jiang Zhao running over, took a tissue or something to press his wound, then took his mobile phone and connected the call from the police, roughly explaining the situation What happened on the side, the voice is very low and cold.

Even Jian Yao, who had his eyes closed, could feel his frozen aura. Tianying and the others were too scared to speak, and Zheng Mengyang also ran over, calling an ambulance with his mobile phone while cursing.

He was still hesitating whether to act like he woke up from a dream to prove that his injury was not serious enough to call an ambulance, but he felt that someone grabbed his shoulders and held him up for a while, and then his whole body Rolled into this man's arms.

A familiar breath came over the face, and the hand on the back of the head moved away for a moment, then covered the wound with a soft tissue, and pressed it slightly.

Jian Yao heard the man's slightly low voice: "The injury is not serious, why is there so much blood?"

"I don't know! I've known him for so many years and I haven't seen him get hurt. Fuck! Is it an internal injury?"

After Zheng Mengyang finished speaking, he turned to the group of junior high school students and began to threaten them with words. The effect was outstanding, and one of them even cried.

Jian Yao pressed his forehead against Jiang Zhao, feeling Jiang Zhao's chest rising and falling, and suddenly he didn't want to wake up so much.

He thought about posting it like this for a while, and woke up after Zheng Mengyang scolded all the five junior high school students to tears.

then……

Then he literally lost consciousness.

Jian Yao: "..."

The memory came to an abrupt end here, and he had no idea what happened afterwards.

He tilted his head, felt the resistance behind his left ear, and guessed that the wound was wrapped with gauze.

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao again, thinking of the strange thought before he fainted, and instantly felt that the bed he was lying on was a little stuck in his back.

He twisted slightly on the bed, raised the needle hand and swayed it between Jiang Zhao and the phone.

Only then did Jiang Zhao notice that Jian Yao woke up.

He raised his eyes calmly, and looked at Jian Yao with the same indifferent expression as before, but Jian Yao's back stiffened for no reason.

Jiang Zhao didn't speak, Jian Yao felt very guilty for no reason, and his mind was slow.

It took him a long time to find his mind, rolled his eyes and looked around the ward, and then asked a stupid question: "Where is this?"

"Hospital." Jiang Zhao said.

"What about Zheng Mengyang and the others?"

"Still at the police station."

"Oh." Jian Yao asked again, "How long have I been dizzy?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at the phone and replied, "It's 04:30 now."

At 04:30, it was only eleven o'clock in the morning when they arrived at the place, which means that he had been unconscious for four hours? ?

"Why did I faint for so long??"

He didn't feel much pain after the bump, and the wound shouldn't be deep, so it wouldn't be an internal injury as Zheng Mengyang said, right?

He doesn't seem to have amnesia either.

"Excessive blood loss." Jiang Zhao paused after finishing speaking, and looked at him with a slight frown, "Do you know that you have blood clotting disorder?"

Jian Yao was startled for a moment, but didn't speak.

Know or know, but always forget.

He has cherished his body very much since he was a child, and he never teases and fights wildly with others. It was only during the teeth replacement period that he found out that the bleeding could not stop for a long time after the tooth was pulled out, so he knew he had such a disease.

As he grew older, he felt more and more that his body was precious, and he would not participate in dangerous activities. If he hadn't been reminded by his swollen feet from running last year, this disease would have been non-existent to him.

"It's just that the hemostasis is slower than others, it's not serious." Jian Yao said indifferently, then touched the gauze on the back of his head, "Did I get stitches?"

Jiang Zhao said, "No."

"Have you shaved your head? Will it leave a scar?"

"..."

These questions were beyond Jiang Zhao's understanding, so Jiang Zhao raised his hand and rang the bell to call the doctor.

Jian Yao's injury was not serious, it was a little more serious than an abrasion, and he didn't shave his head and there would be no scars. After the doctor told him, he felt relieved and lay on the bed waiting for the dripping bottle to run out.

He hadn't eaten for a day, and when Jiang Zhao went downstairs to buy something for him, Zheng Mengyang called and told him what happened after he went to the police station.

Those children were involved in online fraud. Apart from Zheng Mengyang, there were other victims, and it was a bit troublesome to investigate. The police asked Zheng Mengyang to go back after collecting the information from Zheng Mengyang's side.

This matter still alarmed Zheng Mengyang's parents. Before Zheng Mengyang had time to complain, the phone was snatched by his mother, but judging from his tone of voice, he would probably be beaten severely when he went back.

Zheng Mengyang recovered part of the loss, and Jiang Zhao participated in the fight and received criticism and education. In the end, Jian Yao lost the most because he was injured after all.

Jian Yao finished eating the pork liver stew Jiang Zhao bought back on the hospital bed, and spent a while in the hospital before getting ready to go back.

Zheng Mengyang was taken away by his mother in advance, so Jian Yao and Jiang Zhao went to the nearest subway to go back.

There were quite a lot of people in the subway station, and there were no seats in the car. The two stood close to the door. Jian Yao's wound was still bleeding slightly, and there was the whistling wind in his ears. After standing for a while, his head began to faint.

He leaned weakly next to Jiang Zhao. When the subway arrived at the transfer station, 1 people rushed up as soon as the door opened. Jiang Zhao grabbed his arm and pushed him into a corner. He stood sideways in a daze. Between Jiang Zhao's arms, he stretched his head and rested on Jiang Zhao's arm holding the armrest.

There is no elevator on the fifth floor of the broken house, and when Jian Yao was dragged up by Jiang Zhaolian, he felt like he died at least five or six times.

He didn't even have the strength to go to the bedroom, so he sat down at the dining table and lay down on the table to relieve his dizziness.

Jiang Zhao went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, made a cup of sugar water and put it in front of Jian Yao, then took out new gauze and bandages, and sat next to Jian Yao to help him change the dressing.

A circle of blood seeped from the middle of the old gauze, Jiang Zhao frowned and said, "You might as well go home directly."

He tossed and tossed like this, and the wound that had finally stopped bleeding began to ooze again.

Jian Yao picked up the sugar water and blew it while drinking it, while Ren Jiangzhao helped him change the gauze.

School starts tomorrow, so it stands to reason that he should go back to Li Jiao's place today.

But now he has a wound on his head, and he will definitely be seen when he goes back.

"I won't go back for a while." Jian Yao said, pointing to the back of his head, "My mother may use this to make a fuss when she sees this, and go back after I can remove the gauze."

Jiang Zhao paused when he changed the gauze: "Why don't you tell your mother about it?"

"Later, I have to think of an excuse."

"I mean about your injury."

what.

Jian Yao's heart trembled for a moment before he realized it.

He passed out and went to the hospital, so he should tell his parents in a normal situation.

But his family is not normal.

"Stop talking, lest she tell my grandma, and my grandma is worried." Jian Yao said indifferently, "The injury is not serious."

After Jiang Zhao helped him change the medicine, the sugar water was almost cold. After Jian Yao finished drinking, he began to think about telling Li Jiao not to go home.

Li Jiao had thought that he had returned to Wenboyuan on weekends and holidays before, and this was the first time he had made excuses with Li Jiao.

This aspect touched Jian Yao's knowledge blind spot, so Jian Yao decided to call first, and see what Li Jiao asked before making impromptu performance.

The phone rang a few times, and Li Jiao picked it up.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Li Jiao's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing others.

"I won't be back tonight." Jian Yao said, "I probably won't be back for two weeks."

"No?" Li Jiao was puzzled, "Then where do you live?"

Jian Yao glanced at Jiang Zhaona: "Live here with my classmate."

Li Jiao still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Song Yang as soon as she opened her mouth.

Song Yang's voice was a little far away, but he could also hear the disgust and impatience in it: "You make so much noise on the phone, how can I do my homework."

"You have too many excuses! I've only been calling for a long time, so hurry up and write yours!"

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Song Yang had a five-day holiday for the National Day, and he was still staying at home these few days.

After Li Jiao scolded Song Yang, she posted it to the phone again, and said in a low voice, "Understood, is there anything else?"

Jian Yao: "It's gone."

"Ah."

There was a brief silence on the phone, Jian Yao looked down at his hand, still thinking about what to say to end the call, the other side had already hung up the phone first.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jian Yao kept his posture in a daze for a while, then put down the phone and looked at Jiang Zhao.

"I thought my mother was going to ask me something." Jian Yao smiled, and said in a relaxed tone, "Fortunately, I didn't ask. I really don't know how to answer."

The next day Jian Yao went to school with a gauze on his head, and naturally he was questioned. He kindly saved some face for Zheng Mengyang, and he didn't say anything about it. He only said that he bumped into it to fool him.

After the monthly exam, everyone slacked off, and the early self-study became the time for most people to make up their homework. Zhou Xuanyi spent the entire morning self-study to copy all the homework for the two-day sports meeting and three-day long vacation. After handing it in, she asked Jian Yao to borrow it. cell phone.

"Help me brother, add this QQ account." Zhou Xuanyi took out a piece of paper from the pencil case and handed it to Jian Yao, and took it back halfway through, "Forget it, I will add it for you now. "

Zhou Xuanyi had already buried her head in the operation, but Jian Yao didn't stop her, she just asked, "What's the number?"

He hooked his head and went over. Zhou Xuanyi had already entered the account, and the profile interface of that account was displayed on the screen, with a nickname written on the center——

C City Sixth Middle School Confession Wall

Jian Yao: "?"

"A golfer in my eighth class made it." Zhou Xuanyi said, "Doesn't our school also have a post bar? He went to see it a while ago and found that the post bar was already cold. The top post was from the previous session. Others The school post bar is similar, and then he asked other school students, and found that most of the students no longer play the post bar, and they are all making confession walls."

"He just made one, and it's still in the expansion stage. When people reach a certain base, they can start contributing."

After Zhou Xuanyi explained, she got on her own account and began to recruit people to expand the list. The battery of Jian Yao's mobile phone was used up all morning. Jian Yao could only say in his heart that you people in the city really know how to play.

Jian Yao is not interested in these things, and even thinks that this confession wall will only be popular for 3 minutes, and it probably closed down before it started to submit.

As a result, that night, he saw the movement of the confession wall in the space.

With photos and without photos, there are fifteen submissions in just 5 minutes.

Are these people so idle? ?

Jian Yao has a strong curiosity about the future of this wall, and every day he finds a time to stamp it in and take a look.

Unexpectedly, the business of the confession wall is very good, the number of submissions continues to increase, and even the business has expanded. In addition to the confession, other messy things have been derived, such as expanding tree holes, and even ghostwriting assignments.

Some of the contributions were quite interesting. Jian Yao watched them for a week, and unknowingly became a loyal fan of the wall account, and even tried to drag Jiang Zhao into the water.

Jiang Zhao naturally vowed to die rather than submit.

"Of the ten manuscripts on this wall, eight out of ten are confessing to you. You really don't want to read it?"

Jiang Zhao: "No."

Jian Yao looked up at Jiang Zhao who was sitting in front of the desk writing a question, and it seemed that "I don't want to, I'm not interested, don't bother me" was written on his straight back, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He didn't want to be like Jiang Zhao who intensively studied questions like Jiang Zhao. After finishing his homework, he collapsed on the bed to recuperate, and continued to write today's contribution on the confession wall.

The business of confession wall has been booming recently. Today, more than 20 articles were posted after school. Some of them were quite long. Jian Yao took some time to read them. After reading them, he refreshed them, and several fresh articles were posted.

The leading one, Jian Yao, lost interest after reading the beginning, and slid over directly, and then froze when he saw the second one.

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Let me ask you weakly...Jian Yao and Jiang Zhao from Class [-] and [-], does anyone know what their relationship is?

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