Has the sick and weak attack lost its horse today?

Song Ning found the stomach-protecting medicine in the bag brought back from the hospital, pulled an iron clothes hanger from the guest room where he lived to act as an infusion stand, and gave Yan Ge continued injections with ease.

Yan Ge continued to raise his left hand to prick him. Song Ning looked at it for a while and felt that he couldn't start. It is estimated that the ancestor did not pay attention to the injection yesterday. The needle missed and he still did not press it. Anyway, the back of the hand is blue, so we can only discuss it. He said: "Brother Xu, change your hand, this side is green, I don't think I can do it."

Yan Ge continued without speaking.

"Teacher Yan?" He Hengguang felt that the hand was still resting on his head, and asked with some doubts.

"The right hand is the right hand, but don't complain to my brother, okay? It's not a big problem." Yan Gexu stretched out his right hand helplessly.

He Hengguang also raised his upper body and stared at the direction of the hand. When the sleeves were properly placed, he didn't see anything, but when the sleeves were pushed up a little bit, there were bruises and deep purple teeth marks. The place is bloody, layer upon layer.

Yan Gexu simply closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the expressions of He Hengguang and Song Ning. It's not that he doesn't believe these two people now, but he is just annoyed to explain, and he hates hearing other people make a fuss. He doesn't know when he suddenly had Habit, sometimes if the body is very uncomfortable, I am used to putting my wrist in my mouth to gnaw. If I gnaw fiercely, I feel safe. No one may believe this matter.

Song Ning is as quiet as a chicken, he can probably guess about that garbage nurse, but Yan Chongzhou can't persuade this person to see a psychiatrist, even more useless as an outsider.

He Hengguang's angle is quite novel. He touched the tooth marks on Yan Gexu's wrist with his fingers, and came to a conclusion: "Did Teacher Yan bite it by himself? The teeth are perfectly aligned. If I bite myself, I guess two Blood hole, I have two sharp teeth."

"Ah, biting myself is a bit hard to get through. Teacher Yan is really ruthless."

Yan Ge continued to raise his eyes to see what this little neurotic was doing, and the other party really gnawed on his wrist in a decent manner, making a shallow tooth mark.

"What are you doing?" Yan Gexu grabbed his wrist with his free hand, and rubbed his thumb on the tooth marks that had just been bitten out. The two deepest dents were the young man's canine teeth.

"Just to try it out, I'm wondering why Teacher Yan likes to do this." He Hengguang stared at his wrist purely curiously.

"Tsk, don't learn the good ones, learn the bad ones, learn blindly, what kind of brains are you, are you pouring water?" Yan Gexu knocked on his forehead lightly.

"That's also Teacher Yan's bad idea." Because He Hengguang touched his wrist, most of the people lay on Yan Gexu's lap.

"Oh, I'm still to blame. It's really not a small price to be called a teacher by you." Yan Ge continued to speak and then lowered his voice, his stomach was gone and he pressed his hands, a little throbbing pain.

He Hengguang's hand was restless, and suddenly he touched it along the corner of his clothes. Yan Gexu rarely had such intimate contact with others. At this moment, the warm palm just brushed the skin, which made him unconsciously get goose bumps , but soon the hand stopped in front of the cold stomach and pressed there lightly.

The young man covered himself for a while before asking softly: "Brother Song Ning, do you have a hot water bottle or something? Teacher Yan's stomach is so cold."

"Yes, yes, wait."

So Yan Gexu, who was originally sitting in the living room with the hot air turned on and not cold, was forced to hug a hot water bottle. After a while, he broke out in a thin layer of sweat, but the heat on his forehead dropped a lot.

In the evening, He Hengguang had already started to download the game, adjust the parameters, and test the feel of the hand. The physical feel of the laptop was much worse. The most uncomfortable thing for him was the mouse, which was very flat and minimalist. He didn’t know if it would work well in office , Anyway, the feel of playing games is very poor.

Yan Gexu didn't bother him, and Yan Gexu's water was not hung up until the beginning. It can be said that his physical condition is much better than in the afternoon, but his arm is numb from the injection, and he always feels as if it is not his own. Like the body, let it do what it does not obey its orders.

When I went to watch the fun, I was suddenly attracted by a set of limited figures of "A Certain Alchemist" passing by, pointing to the webpage and asking: "What game is it? Why is there a limited number of certain refinements?" Manual."

He Hengguang was taken aback by the sudden voice behind him, and he shivered before he realized what Yan Ge was asking, and explained: "This is the prize pool for tonight's points competition, except for what 1688 worth of money has been invested by the organizer. After the game package and the 1 yuan cash reward, each player has to put a prize in the prize pool, which can be redeemed according to a set of points rules. The one you mentioned should be a prize invested by a certain player."

[Laughing to death, handsome and unworthy of a name]

【Your mine is infinitely rampant】

[Reminder, the organizer of this handsome figure has the highest evaluation points, basically only the No.1 of tonight's wheel battle can get it] Yan Ge who suddenly noticed the barrage scrolling on the screen in the form of bubbles Suddenly everyone was dumbfounded, "Have you started the live broadcast?"

"Screen sharing is turned on, the camera is turned off, and the headset is not plugged in." He Hengguang raised his hand to express his innocence.

Yan Gexu heaved a sigh of relief, it was fine without the camera on, but it was hard to tell when the camera was on.He simply continued to ask: "Does Shuaibi refer to the owner of that figure? Is the full name Shuaibi?"

This time, without waiting for the barrage to answer, He Hengguang introduced to him: "The one who won this prize is a game blogger with a lot of fans, called Shuaibi's Secret Garden, who mainly plays e-sports. Hot."

"Do you know him? Want to buy it. Can you ask him how much he can give me." Yan Gexu doesn't know how to play games, but he is trying to activate his banknote ability.

[I jumped back and forth in the live broadcast room and said, Shuai just said that if you want that one, you have to be the first in points, no discussion] [This is a hard cross-frequency, so we chatted] [Thousands of blood book mine cubs show their faces at 555, no cuties look at it My heart is so lonely and unbearable] [Why only my friends who focus on mines seem to be very rich Yazi] "I haven't seen the work you mentioned, but do you like this prize very much?" He Hengguang swiped The mouse stopped on the picture of the set of figures again.

"The main reason is that this set of figurines is priceless now. Although it's not very good-looking, and it's not a matter of craftsmanship, it's really commemorative." Yan Gexu said with some regret.

"Then take it here! It's like no one is afraid of anyone else!" He Hengguang calculated the points he can get tonight. If the wheel battle doesn't stop, he should have accumulated enough points before 12 o'clock.

"Huh?" Yan Gexu didn't understand. He also looked at the points system. Even if he won every game, the points to get that figure are still very exaggerated.

"I'll just win it back, don't worry about such a simple matter." The young man in the wheelchair said proudly.