little master

seventeen.

I was still thinking about the shadow of this kid, and I didn't pay much attention when I went out, but I was suddenly slapped on the head, and just about to curse, I saw the young master standing still in front of me.

I kind of suspect he jumped up and hit me just now.

But I dare not ask.

He asked me suspiciously: "What did you tell the head teacher?"

I covered my head and said, "I didn't say anything."

He looked disbelieving: "Tell the truth."

How can I tell him directly, if I really repeat what I just said to him, saying that I think there may be something wrong in his heart, bah, there is a shadow, he can't get angry and throw me out directly.

The kid loves face too much, and he probably doesn't realize his own psychological condition. If I speak out rashly, it will definitely make him feel repelled.

I'm not stupid, how could I tell him the truth.

So I cleverly changed the subject, covered the place where he hit me and began to cry for pain, and pretended to be stubborn to avoid being discovered.

It may be because my acting skills are so good, his attention was immediately diverted by me, looking at me in such unbearable pain, his eyes were a little guilty.

I just said "Ouch".

Sure enough, he became even more impatient, blinked, and asked bluntly after a while, "Does it hurt?"

I nodded: "It hurts to death."

His momentum was a little weaker: "I... I didn't even use my strength..."

I became addicted to acting, and in order to prove my words, I even took his hand to touch the place I hit just now: "Hiss, feel it, it's all bagged, maybe you will have a concussion, in case you If you try harder, you may lose my bodyguard."

In fact, what I touched with him was a very small bulge on the head, which should be caused by the unevenness of the skull, but he didn't know it, so I took it for granted that it was punched out by him, and wanted him to Believe it, by the way, let him forget that I misremembered his name before, and save myself a small punishment.As for the following words about the concussion, it is completely nonsense, just passing the tongue.

I just didn't expect this young master to be so easy to deceive, his face changed after touching it.

He still said firmly that you are too fragile, but his eyes were so panicked that he forced me down to check the situation and go to the hospital.

I saw that his eyes were red with anxiety, and he knew that he was playing off, so he quickly waved his hands and said no, I feel much better now.

The young master has been successfully brainwashed by what I said, and he thinks that he might beat me into a fool, and what I am doing now is trying to be brave, so I am determined to call 120.

I quickly snatched his cell phone, wishing I could put it back on and sew my mouth shut.

He was so busy talking nonsense, seeing that he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

There is no way, the sins I made have to be solved by myself.

I held the young master's hand, sighed helplessly, and said, "I really don't need to go to the hospital, I feel much better already."

The young master still wanted to refute, so I said before he could speak:

"If the young master feels sorry, just massage or blow it for me."

He paused and looked at my expression.

I tried desperately not to laugh.

Then he felt his tie being pulled by him, and he lowered his head passively, with warm breath blowing over his head.

I was taken aback for a moment, and he stretched out his hand and carefully rubbed it twice, then asked anxiously, "Okay...are you okay?"

I looked at his red ears and nodded: "Okay."