School grass and yard grass

?Are you done?Just chatting here, ready to run naked for the final exam? "

Xiaopang can go back to other people's words, but when Wen Shiyang, who is the top three in the class, said these words, he really couldn't stop him. Xiaopang flattened his mouth and continued to write questions angrily: "The grades are great. , Hmph... Be careful that I will push you down in the final exam."

"Then work harder, I'll wait for you~" Wen Shiyang chuckled, then turned to look at An'an at their home.

Shao Qing'an and the others have already finished warming up, and the meeting has been divided into two groups. They are standing on both sides of the middle line of the basketball court. The physical education teacher is standing in the middle with a ball in his hand. Seeing their posture, Wen Shiyang looks like Be ready to play dodge ball.

Sure enough, after a while, the two groups finished guessing punches, and Shao Qing'an returned to them with the ball in her arms.

Tsk tsk, Wen Shiyang shook his head in his heart for the other party. If it were him, he would definitely win. In terms of boxing guessing, he is the general who always wins in front of Shao Qingan. This is probably the so-called natural suppression!Wen Shiyang was quite complacent.

Probably because there are more girls in the class, so they seem to play more mildly, which is very different from the psychopaths in the physical education class next door.One by one, getting the ball is like being possessed by the Hulk, and I wish I could smash a hole.

Wen Shiyang's class is in the same physical education class as the physical education class, so there was a "friendly" interaction once, and the memory is really quite fresh.

"Boom!" Wen Shiyang, who was still immersed in the horror memories, suddenly slapped the table and stood up abruptly. The sound directly attracted the attention of the whole class, and even frightened the chubby next to him. Draw an arc on the test paper, meandering to the desktop.

Xiaopang touched his little heart, and asked out of his wits: "You you you you, what are you doing!"

"My stomach hurts!" Wen Shi Yang Tieqing yelled at the monitor who was helping to monitor the class discipline, "Squad leader! My stomach hurts, go to the bathroom!"

"Hey... okay..." The class monitor sitting on the podium table was too scared for a long time, but he nodded instinctively in agreement, and then ran out of the classroom without looking back when he saw Wen Shiyang.

"This..." Xiaopang asked puzzledly, "Is it in such a hurry?"

about the injury

Urgency is really urgent, but not because of going to the toilet.

Wen Shiyang made two steps in three steps, supported the handrail of the stairs and ran several floors to the first floor, and went straight to the basketball court. His speed was so fast that he seemed to be able to compete with the special students.

When Yang ran to the basketball court, Shao Qing'an had just been helped up, so he hurried over to push away the crowd: "Let's let my classmates let me out, what's going on?"

Shao Qing'an covered her right cheekbone, looked up in surprise at Wen Shiyang who shouldn't be here, and was speechless for a while.

"How did you do it?" Seeing Shao Qing'an covering half of his face, Wen Shiyang was terribly distressed: "Why are you still hitting your face while playing ball? Who did it!"

Wen Shiyang couldn't control his voice as soon as he was anxious, and the buddy who accidentally hit Shao Qing'an trembled in fright.

Shao Qing'an knew that Wen Shiyang just wanted to see if the person who smashed the ball was looking for trouble on purpose. The classmate who said it explained: "He didn't do it on purpose."

"All right, all right, go to the infirmary first." Wen Shiyang nodded indiscriminately, without saying a word, supported Shao Qing'an and went to the infirmary.

Shao Qing'an looked at Wen Shiyang's hands supporting her, and decided not to remind him that it was her face and not her leg that was hurt, and she didn't need support yet.

Wen Shiyang helped Shao Qing'an go all the way, and the physical education teacher at the side came back to his senses: "No, isn't that kid from Class [-] of Science? Why did he come to our class?"

The other students looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to speak.

Fortunately, the physical education teacher just asked the question without really intending to get the answer from the students. He said to the rest of the students, "Okay, you can move around freely and be safe. The sports committee will help you watch, and I will go and have a look."

After speaking, he ran towards Wen Shiyang and the others.

"Why are you here?" Shao Qing'an covered her cheekbones, and looked at Wen Shiyang with sparkling eyes, "Isn't this your math class?"

"You know the schedule of our class quite well." Wen Shiyang replied generously: "The teacher is busy or sick, so I don't remember. We are doing self-study. I happened to see your class in physical education class, so I just stared at it." After seeing you for a while, I saw that you were hit right on the ground by the ball, so I hurried down to take a look."

Knowing that there was no other meaning in Wen Shiyang's words, Shao Qing'an's heart still trembled suddenly because of his words.

Unconscious teasing is especially deadly.

Shao Qing stabilized her beating heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you okay just running down like this?"

"It's okay, I'm on leave." Wen Shiyang chuckled: "I said I have a stomachache and diarrhea, and I will see that I am in the health room later, so I will go get the medicine."

Shao Qing'an was teased by him, but accidentally involved the wound, and frowned.

"Don't laugh at you." Wen Shiyang said quickly: "Your face is hurt like this, who are you laughing at?"

"I smiled for you." Shao Qing'an tentatively pushed back: "Didn't you say that I look good when I smile?"

It's a pity that Wen Shiyang didn't understand Shao Qing'an's point at all, and said frankly: "But now half of your face is swollen into a pig's head, and you don't look good, so don't laugh."

"..." For the first time, Shao Qing'an began to care about her appearance.

"Student!" Both of them were about to leave the infirmary when the physical education teacher hurried over, "Aren't you from class one of science? Why didn't you come here while you were in class?"

Wen Shiyang blinked, and said solemnly: "Teacher, I have a stomachache. I happened to come to the infirmary to ask the teacher to prescribe some medicine. But I saw a classmate injured on the way, so I immediately ran to help. Don't thank me. A bright red scarf."

The physical education teacher didn't expect this kid to be so poor, so he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Where did you get the red scarf, don't play poor for me here, go and go, go back to your class."

"No, teacher." Wen Shiyang saw that this way would not work, and immediately opened another way, "I can't go back, I have to take care of this classmate, I have an obligation."

The physical education teacher laughed: "You are his guardian? Repay the obligation, go back and copy the obligation a hundred times to understand the meaning."

Wen Shiyang nodded cheekily: "I am really his guardian, teacher, you are so smart."

"Go, go, don't make trouble." The physical education teacher waved at him, and then said to Shao Qing'an, "You follow me to the infirmary."

"Teacher, let him go." Shao Qing'an smiled, "He is my guardian."

"Look!" Wen Shiyang became energetic, and helped Shao Qing'an go directly around the physical education teacher. While walking, he didn't forget to turn his head and said, "You don't believe me if I tell you, and you don't listen to me if you believe me. That's not good, that's not good."

"Hey, are all the youngsters so good at playing?" Fortunately, the physical education teacher is not so rigid. He looked at his watch, and now there are only ten minutes left before the end of class. It's okay to drive him back. No use, so he gave up and waved at him, and followed into the infirmary.

Shao Qing'an suffered a lot this time, and his skin was fair, and his cheekbones were a lot red, and it would probably turn purple later.

"The eyes are fine, and there are no other problems." The school doctor who examined Shao Qing'an put some plaster on him, and then told him: "But it may take a few days to wear purple, try to lie flat when you sleep and don't press the wound. , seafood, spicy and irritating food, don’t eat it.”

After the school doctor gave instructions, Shao Qing'an hadn't answered yet, but Wen Shiyang spoke first: "Teacher, will his face not leave scars?"

The school doctor said with a smile: "There is no wound, so what kind of scar is left? I have watched too many novels and TV, and it will disappear in two days."

"That's good, that's good." Wen Shiyang patted his chest, and said to Shao Qing'an: "Otherwise, it would be a pity to have such a handsome face."

"Why is it such a pity?" Shao Qing'an looked at Wen Shiyang with a half-smile, "It's not like everyone says that scars are men's medals, adding some scars will give you more personality."

"Hiss...really?" Wen Shiyang, who was instantly persuaded, touched his face thoughtfully: "Then you think I..."

"I'm talking nonsense." Before Wen Shiyang finished speaking, Shao Qing'an hurriedly opened his mouth. He was afraid of Wen Shiyang's personality of saying that wind is rain. A "men's medal", Shao Qing'an would be pissed off just thinking about it.

"Hahahaha I'm teasing you." Wen Shiyang was just teasing him, how could he really want to give himself a face, he is not a teenager at the end of the second year of middle school.

Not the best... Shao Qing'an added in her heart.

After home from school, Mother Wen was taken aback by Shao Qingan's blue wound, and asked a lot of nervous questions. Knowing that he wanted to avoid eating, she specially cooked dinner lightly, and even stewed a pot of pork rib soup to make up for him. .

Wen Shiyang scooped up a bowl of soup, and he didn't forget to be a good boy when he got the cheap price: "Mom, An'an is hurting her face. You can't fill up the spare ribs soup. You should buy a pig's head and stew it."

"I think it's just right to take off your pig's head and stew it." Mother Wen rolled her eyes unceremoniously, not bothering to talk to her silly son.

"That won't work, An An won't agree, he doesn't want to." Wen Shi Yang raised his chin at Shao Qing'an, and asked proudly, "Right?"

Shao Qing'an nodded cooperatively: "Well, I don't want to."

Mother Wen looked at the two cubs who sang and sang together dumbfoundedly: "You two stop studying, let's form a group to talk about cross talk, I think the development is very good."

"You are really an enlightened mother." Wen Shiyang pointed to his face without feeling embarrassed at all and said, "Look at your son's face, we really formed a group and he is also an idol singer. "

Mother Wen disdains