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There are always some parents who tell their children to chew slowly when their children are young, and to chew as many times as possible in each mouthful.There are many people who hear this kind of talk, but few people do it. If you have to find a role model, then Jiang can be counted as one of them.

Jiang also eats well, but he doesn't gobble it up.Xie Lian felt that he ate like a hamster, his cheeks puffed up slightly, but the frequency was very fast.

This meal became a protracted battle, and when Dr. Chen came in feeling his belly, the half-closed hamster even hiccupped a little.

"Ouch," Dr. Chen held a toothpick and nodded slightly, "this young man has a good appetite."

Jiang Ye hurriedly put down his chopsticks, but was held down by Xie Lian when he was about to jump up, "It's okay, you can continue to eat."

"Well, I can't sit comfortably here." Although the physical contact with Xie Lian was extremely awkward, but after all, he was the "culprit" of the foot injury, and Jiang still had to bite the bullet and help him over.

Xie Lian's injury was clearly an old injury, so it's fine to fool Jiang, how could he fool the doctor.Just as he was about to push back again, Jiang Ye was persuaded by the doctor first——

"I can't stand it." Dr. Chen looked at them disapprovingly, "You're an adult, and you don't have any missing arms or legs. Why do you need someone to help you walk these few steps? Don't be ashamed!"

"Yes, I made you laugh."

Xie Lian walked over unsteadily, and made a perfect picture of the patient.Sitting on the stool in front of Dr. Chen's desk, he asked him if he had brought his medical records, and he said no.

"It's just a small injury." He bent down and rolled up his school trousers, "You put a plaster on it, and just deal with it as you like."

Dr. Chen glanced at it, "Hey, this doesn't look like a minor injury."

After walking to the rows of shelves at the back, he picked up two boxes of things. Doctor Chen came back and bent down to treat his ankle. "I mean," he fished up the school pants that Xie Lian had slipped off, "—hold it down by yourself. I said you came over just now, why did your brother look at you with a worried face? It’s been a while since the injury.”

Xie Lian was stunned for a second, then said with a smile, "It's me, the older brother, who doesn't make people worry."

After Dr. Chen finished the simple processing, Xie Lian walked back to the plastic stool. After sitting down, he found that Jiang Ye was holding a paper and reading it over and over again.

"What is this?" Xie Lian turned his head to look over, "Chemistry paper?"

Xie Lian was too close, and Jiang also hurriedly dodged to the side, keeping a safe distance between the two, for fear that he would suddenly fall ill like last time in the corridor.

"That," Jiang Ye held the paper to his chest, and asked stutteringly, "The doctor said, what did you say?"

Xie Lian held out the paper with his index and middle fingers, and said in a flat tone, "The doctor said that we are brothers."

"what?"

Jiang was also startled by the crazy words of the donkey's head and the horse's mouth. He choked on the saliva while panting, and coughed for a long time with a flushed face before he could barely make a sound, "...what brother?"

"It's nothing, the doctor thought I was your brother."

Before Jiang Ye could calm down, he repeated in a daze, "Brother?"

"Well, call again?"

After being questioned like this, Jiang also realized that he had been taken advantage of just now, and before he had time to get angry, Xie Lian said, "Since you call me Brother Sheng, let me read this paper for you."

Jiang also gave him a dissatisfied look, and whispered, "Who cares..."

These words did not escape Xie Lian's ears.He glanced at Jiang Ye with a half-smile, then turned his gaze away and looked at the questions on the test paper one by one.Flipping back and forth, he found that the traces of the marker pen had taken up more than half of the blank space of the test paper, so he raised his eyes and asked, "Homework?"

"The make-up teacher left it, and I have to hand it in when I have class tomorrow."

"You learn this for make-up lessons?"

Jiang also nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Almost all the basic questions in the tutorial book, I have done it before."

Jiang also said "ah" slowly, then awkwardly bent his fingers, and scratched his thigh with some force, "Is that so...that's because my foundation is too weak, so I have to start with this kind of topic."

Xie Lian stared at his hands that were constantly moving, and asked, "How much is a class?"

"One hundred and five."

Xie Lian sneered in his heart.Perhaps Jiang was also right. His foundation made him only use this method to consolidate his review.There is no way to say that the make-up teacher is wrong. From an academic point of view, it is even less noble for Xie Lian to criticize such behavior.

Just because of the 150 yuan, he felt that it was not worth it for Jiang.

When money is no longer a cold number on a mobile phone, it is a hot stir-fry, a box lunch with ten servings of meat.

It deserves to be counted clearly.

Xie Lian put the test paper back, "I'm free on Sunday afternoon. Don't go to your poor class."