Domineering school grass eyeing me [rebirth]

Jiang Jiamian knocked three times on the door of the school infirmary, then opened the door and walked in. There were no other students in the infirmary, only a male doctor on duty sitting at his desk playing computer leisurely.

The old air conditioner is hung on the wall and blows tirelessly to send cold air into the room. There is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. The comfortable room temperature here is completely different from the scorching sun outside. world.

As soon as Jiang Jiamian walked in, he felt that the pores all over his body were opening to absorb the cold air greedily. He walked to the desk, "Doctor, I'm not feeling well, and I can't go to PE class."

The background music of Fighting the Landlords was playing on the computer, and the doctor on duty kept his eyes on the computer and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Jiamian moved her hand to cover her stomach, "It hurts a bit."

"Have you ever had a stomachache before? Have you taken any medicine?" The doctor on duty raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Jiamian, frowned, and asked, "Why are you again? Stomach pain?"

Jiang Jiamian was not nervous in the face of doubts, and said calmly: "The physical education class of our class is arranged on the first class every Thursday afternoon, and the food that people eat takes 2 to 3 hours to digest. I have chronic Gastritis, poor digestion, so I have a stomachache every time I go to physical education class."

The doctor on duty visibly twitched his eyebrows after hearing this: "..."

Without waiting for the doctor to speak, Jiang Jiamian pointed to the hospital bed behind the screen, and had already found a solution for her stomach pain: "Doctor, can I go over and have a rest?"

The doctor on duty has no temper at all. Jiang Jiamian is a frequent visitor to the infirmary. Almost every week in their class, he would hide here under the pretext of being sick.

Whether the student is pretending to be sick and skipping class, the doctor can't tell, but whoever made Jiang Jiamian get good grades is the treasure of their sophomore grade director. The grade director specially greeted the doctor on duty in the infirmary. Just close your eyes and let him rest.

"Study well but not have a healthy body. Proper physical exercise is necessary. How can you keep avoiding it?" The doctor on duty regained his thinking and looked at Jiang Jiamian with disapproval.

Jiang Jiamian's skin is fair, the kind of white that rarely sees the sun. The actual situation is that he really hates sports. He is thin and tall among his peers, so he looks thinner. In the eyes of doctors, he is his body Poor representation.

Jiang Jiamian reached out to support the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and nodded slowly, "Understood, thank you doctor. Can I go there and rest?"

Well, it seems that he didn't listen to it at all, and it was useless to say it.

"Go, go, there is still a classmate resting inside, please move lightly, so as not to disturb others." The doctor on duty shook his head and focused on the computer screen again.

Behind the screen are three single beds, the middle one has already been occupied, the quilt is raised high, as if someone is sleeping in it with his head covered.

Jiang Jiamian chose to sit down on the innermost bed by the window, took off his shoes and got on the bed, bent his knees and leaned against the wall, then opened a physics competition exercise book that he brought with him, spread it on his lap, and took out a Black fountain pen, start to do the questions.

A physical education class lasts 45 minutes, and he still has more than half an hour to stay here. In the quiet and comfortable environment, Jiang Jiamian's thinking on solving problems is completely open, and he is completely immersed in the excitement of solving problems.

"Doctor! A student fainted on the playground, go and have a look!"

When Jiang Jiamian heard someone rushing in, he hurriedly pulled the doctor away, and closed the door of the infirmary, leaving him alone in the infirmary.

No, he forgot that there was another person.

Jiang Jiamian turned his head suspiciously and glanced at the bed next door. From the time he came in until now, the person on the bed hadn't turned over, or even made a slight movement. Looking carefully, he found that the quilt didn't even have the ups and downs caused by normal people's breathing.

Is there really someone on this bed?Or--

Jiang Jiamian thought of a terrible possibility, hesitated whether to lift the quilt to check the situation, put down the exercise book on his lap, and was about to get out of bed, when suddenly there was movement by the window behind him, Jiang Jiamian turned his head abruptly, and opened the window with the outside The people who met each other made eye contact and met each other.

It was a young face. At first glance, the most attractive thing was a pair of eyes. The eyes were narrow and long, with a bit of flamboyance. The pupils were very black, and there seemed to be a deep pool of water inside. But looking at Jiang Jiamian's face, At that time, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, as bright as stars in a clear summer night sky.

Jiang Jiamian recognized who this person was. He was a transfer student who was transferred to their class this semester. His face looked very similar to a popular celebrity. On the day he entered the school, many girls crowded to the door of their class to see him. The next day There is news that all the girls in the school unanimously elected him as the school grass.

Jiang Jiamian was a bit withdrawn, and she didn't get close to her classmates, and naturally she didn't have much contact with transfer students.

Jiang Jiamian watched Xu Yang skillfully push open the window and climb up the window sill, with neither doubt nor surprise on his face, he didn't care about things unrelated to study, after Xu Yang jumped in and landed, he picked up the exercise book again and started Got the question.

There are still 10 minutes until the end of the physical education get out of class, and there is still time to do two fill-in-the-blank questions.

Xu Yang closed the window, went to the hospital bed in the middle and opened the quilt. There was no person lying in it, but two pillows stuffed inside. He removed the pillows, took off his shoes and lay on the bed, with his hands behind his head, his eyes wide open. From time to time, he glanced at Jiang Jiamian, but it was a pity that Jiang Jiamian was not affected at all, as if he wasn't there.

"Hey, little classmate, why are you here?" Xu Yang didn't know that the doctor was not there, so he lowered his voice and asked Jiang Jiamian. His voice was a standard subwoofer, full of magnetism that didn't match his age.

Jiang Jiamian frowned slightly because of the word "small" in front of that "classmate", pursed his lower lip and didn't speak, get out of class was over soon, he didn't want to waste time on meaningless chats.

Xu Yang turned over and stared at Jiang Jiamian's side face without blinking. The lines of his face hadn't completely escaped the childishness of a boy. The black-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of his nose, and behind the lenses were black and white eyes. The eyelashes are very long, almost brushing the lens, the color of the lips is very light, and there is a sense of alienation and stubbornness in the action of pursing the lips.

It is obviously a very handsome face, but wearing such a pair of ordinary glasses makes the whole face look lower.

Xu Yang raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm talking to you, are you so cold and ignorant?"

Jiang Jiamian felt that if he didn't respond, the transfer student would probably continue to pester him, so he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, and said succinctly, "I'm uncomfortable."

This is the answer to Xu Yang's last question.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Are you sick? What did the doctor say?" Xu Yang immediately sat up from the bed. I don't know if it was an illusion. Jiang Jiamian felt that this new classmate's reaction was a little too big, so he didn't intend to talk to him, and lowered his head to continue. Do questions.

Xu Yang didn't ask any further questions, he got out of bed and went outside the screen, but he couldn't find the doctor, he came back to the screen, walked slowly to the end of Jiang Jiamian's bed, put his hands on the bed, and leaned over to examine him: "Little Classmate, the doctor is not here, so you are pretending to be sick, right? How can anyone do math problems in the infirmary?"

Jiang Jiamian was a little annoyed, and labeled the transfer student as acquainted and nosy in her heart.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Jiang Jiamian raised his head and looked directly at Xu Yang's playful eyes without hesitation, and was interrupted again and again to solve the problem, and his tone was a little offended.

"Quite tempered." Xu Yang wasn't wearing a school uniform, and his white shirt hadn't been buttoned up as required. The neckline was open all the way to the collarbone, and he had a casual and uninhibited air on his body that was contrary to his student spirit.

He doesn't seem to be an easy person to get along with, Jiang Jiamian doesn't understand why he would stare at him, and has been looking for something to say.

Xu Yang's sudden intrusion disrupted Jiang Jiamian's study plan. Since he couldn't solve the problems, there was no need to stay here. Jiang Jiamian packed up his exercise book and pens and got off the bed to leave.

"Going?" Xu Yang stretched out his long legs to block Jiang Jiamian's path, "Can you do me a favor before leaving?"

Jiang Jiamian frowned: "What?"

Xu Yang bent his mouth, and pulled up the hem of his shirt. Jiang Jiamian immediately took two steps back, and said vigilantly, "What do you want?"

Xu Yang turned around, bent slightly, and turned his bare waist towards Jiang Jiamian, "What can I do in broad daylight? See? Can you apply the medicine for me?"

The boy has a thin waist and a healthy wheat-colored complexion, but there are several bruises on the back of his waist, which are not small in size and look a little shocking.

Why does one of his students have such injuries?

Jiang Jiamian lowered his eyes not to look at those horrible bruises, "Can't you paint it yourself?"

Xu Yang snorted, "I don't have eyes behind my back, so I can't see."

Jiang Jiamian hesitated: "I don't know how to apply medicine, why don't you wait for the doctor to come back and help you?"

Xu Yang looked back at him with raised eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curled up and said: "The doctor doesn't know when he will be back, little student, just study well is not enough, you have to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and labor comprehensively, now students need your help Help, do you have the heart to leave me here alone?"

"Stop talking, where is the medicine?" Jiang Jiamian realized that he couldn't communicate with this person too much, so he kept talking nonsense.

"Spray this bottle of medicine on the injured area, and then rub it with the palm of your hand for 5 minutes." Xu Yang took out a bottle of medicine from nowhere, handed it to Jiang Jiamian, and emphasized with hooked lips, "It must be rubbed for more than 5 minutes. Otherwise it's useless."

Jiang Jiamian: ...

He shouldn't be softhearted.

"Why don't you move?" Seeing Jiang Jiamian's delay in moving, Xu Yang deliberately asked, "Everyone is a man, aren't you shy?"

"Shut up, get down." Jiang Jiamian closed his eyes, resisting the urge to repent, thinking that if the transfer student still talked so much during the application of the medicine, he would turn his face and leave.

Jiang Jiamian has never applied medicine for anyone, let alone massaged someone's waist, but he is careful and will pay attention to the micro-expressions on Xu Yang's face during the massage process to adjust the strength of his hands, and Xu Yang accidentally did not apply medicine during the massage process. Make another noise to tease Jiang Jiamian.

On the clock hanging on the wall, when the minute hand passed five frames, Jiang Jiamian immediately stopped, not wanting to take advantage of Xu Yang for one more second.

Xu Yang got up from the bed to straighten his clothes, looked at Jiang Jiamian who was washing his hands in front of the sink with his back turned to him, there was imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, but the words on his mouth were very serious: "Not bad, thank you, the technique is very good , hands are slippery too."

No matter how well-bred Jiang Jiamian was, he couldn't help but want to turn his face. He shook off the water droplets on his hands, and said with a cold brow, "Where are you? You have thick skin. Besides," he picked up the exercise book from the bed and shook it. Yang glanced at Xu Yang with the eyes of a bully who despises a scumbag, "This is a physics problem, not a math problem."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed Xu Yang and walked out, with his head held high and his chest held high, without looking back.