suppress his susceptibility period

Jiang Lu was lying on Shen Xiuran's back weakly, the more pain he felt, the more sleepy he became. He could fall asleep in a second when his eyelids were heavy, but his mouth couldn't calm down, and he murmured vaguely.

"Shen Xiuran, aren't you in the dormitory? How did you come to find me so quickly when you knew something happened to me?"

"You sent a message."

"What happened to the message I sent? Did I accidentally press the Morse code?"

"I haven't finished typing."

"what?"

"I messaged you back, but you didn't say anything."

Oh, too.

As long as Jiang Wang has a mobile phone in his hand, the message will always be returned in seconds. When someone squeaks, he can reply with enthusiasm, and suddenly he keeps silent. It is really easy for people to notice the abnormality.

"It turns out that talking too much is also beneficial." He muttered happily: "It can save lives when you are in critical condition."

"You know it hurts, why do you still want to hit me?" Shen Xiuran was not distracted by him.

"He provoked me." Jiang Huang shook his leg: "As we all know, Brother Jiang cannot withstand any provocation."

Shen Xiuran stopped talking, as if he was speechless to him.

Jiang Lu was lazy and didn't want to use his strength, not even the strength to hold him.Hands lazily rested on Shen Xiuran's shoulders, his eyes half-closed staring at his side face.

After a while, I suddenly had a whim: "Squad leader, do you know what I was thinking when I first came to you?"

"do not know."

"I was thinking, what a nice guy you are."

He generously handed out a good person card: "Brother Shen, you are so kind and considerate. You can find danger even without replying to your message, and the last time I was followed...I found that you are not only a kind person, You have great potential as a detective."

"It's just that your personality is too withdrawn and autistic. Don't you have any friends?"

"I don't think that's okay. If you don't have friends, no one will communicate with you. If no one communicates, you will have no one to talk to. But only the dumb don't talk. You are not dumb..."

I was probably sleepy, and my words were illogical and unfocused. After going around a lot, I still didn't get to the point.

He himself found out that the rambling voice paused for a while, and he forcibly pulled back to the original point.

"Shen Xiuran." He concluded: "Don't be so withdrawn, talk more, no one needs friends."

In fact, this statement itself is not wrong, but what Jiang Wang didn’t know was that for some people, it wasn’t that they were withdrawn that caused them to have no friends, it was precisely because they didn’t want friends that they chose to close themselves off.

The word "friend" is too unfamiliar to Shen Xiuran.

He had friends before, many years ago, before he was brought back to the Shen family by Shen Yicheng, he also had friends.

Owned briefly.

But after he knew that they were just trying to tease him, cheat his trust, lower his vigilance, and complete the task assigned by Shen Chenghui, he knew that he could not have friends anymore.

Handing over the trust without exchange of benefits at will is destined to have no good end.

Jiang Wang was still muttering in his ears, Shen Xiuran interrupted him with a cold voice: "Jiang Wang, don't you hurt enough?"

"..."

Jiang Yu was calm for a second.

He moved the tip of his nose and sniffed twice at the source of pheromone that was close at hand, and rubbed his head on his shoulder in a daze: "I'm so sleepy."

Shen Xiuran lifted him up and said, "Hold tight, don't move around."

"Oh."

Little Jiang obediently bent his elbows to protect his neck, closed his eyes and began to squint.

Then he fell asleep.

It's just that the time is too short. It feels like I just closed my eyes one second, and then I was woken up by the movement of putting on the bed in the next second.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened his eyes in a daze, his right hand was being held in the palm of the person who carried him back, and he looked at it carefully. He opened his eyes and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"Shoulders." Jiang Huangquan answered consciously, his voice infected by sleepiness was soft and without edges: "And the back also hurts."

"um, I."

The jacket was taken off, and then the white t-shirt. When the shoulder was checked for bruises, he was still dazed. It was not until the other shoulder was pressed into the opponent's arms that he came back to his senses.

"...?"

what's the situation? ?

Jiang Lu wanted to back away in a daze, but was pinched and pushed back by the back of the neck. He could vaguely feel the hot breath sprayed on the sensitive joints of the shoulders and back, and Jiang Lu suddenly turned pink.

The boy's young body smelled very green, his skin was porcelain white, and his muscles were only a thin layer.

The slightly bowed action made the bony spine more prominent, the shoulders shrunk uncomfortably, and the pale and obvious pink color gradually spread.

"Also, are you okay?"

Jiang Wang didn't know why he was inexplicably nervous, he licked his dry lips trying to break the silence: "Is the skin broken?"

"No." Shen Xiuran lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood-red earlobe, let go before the deeper color faded away, and said coldly: "Go take a bath."

Jiang Wang thought that his discomfort had not been noticed, so he calmed down, jumped out of the bed with his bare upper body, put on his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Shen Xiuran turned back to his position and took out his mobile phone to find Shen Yicheng's number. After editing a short message and sending it, he lowered his head to search for the ointment he had prepared before in the cabinet.

Jiang Zhu took a very slow shower today.

Because he can only use his left hand, he can't move his right hand, and he is careful when rubbing his shoulders and back, and he can gasp in pain with a little force.

It's too brittle, where does it look like a big brother?

When I washed off the foam, I thought of something, wiped off the water mist on the mirror, turned around and took a look at it, the place where I hit it was indeed bruised, it was a little better than the shoulder, and it was quite bluffing.

How long will it take to be good.

He started to put on his clothes in a bit of melancholy, did he have to sleep on his stomach before he got better?

If I knew it earlier, I should have punched He Wei in the back, and I lost a lot.

When Jiang Zhu came out of the bathroom wet and wet, it was not too far before the time to turn off the lights.

Shen Xiuran hadn't slept yet, standing and leaning against the table staring at something seriously in his hand, hearing the sound, he raised his head to him, and lightly motioned towards the bed.

"?" Jiang Wang didn't understand.

"Sit down and take your medicine."

"???" Jiang Lu was surprised: "You give it to me?"

Shen Xiuran answered him directly with actions.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jiang Jue hugged his garlic bastard, looking at Shen Xiuran, who had a cold face and lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, who was serious about giving him the medicine. Very frightened."

"so what."

"That's why I want to say thank you, my dear roommate~" Jiang Wan dragged out the ending, and ended up making himself laugh, with crescent moons in his eyes.

Shen Xiuran just raised his eyelids, put down his hands, and said two words concisely: "Shoulders."

"Oh." Jiang Wang said with fear in his mouth, and his actions were not vague at all.

He was still wearing Shen Xiuran's pajamas. The hunk was shy and embarrassed to take it off completely, so he unbuttoned the top two buttons and pulled up the collar, revealing half of his shoulders.

The dark clothing makes the skin more cold and white, making the bruise more obvious.

It is always embarrassing and distressing when beautiful things are destroyed, but in this situation, it is inevitable that people will have some other, more complicated and unspeakable thoughts.

Shen Xiuran's eyes darkened, and his brows were also slightly frowned, a little displeased, but he didn't know where it came from.

Contrary to the expression of indifference, he applied the medicine very lightly. The cotton swab dipped in the medicine touched the skin and then fainted a little bit. It was cool and almost felt no pain.

Jiang was sleepy.

It is no longer the drowsiness caused by the body's self-protection, it is really sleepy, the consciousness gradually blurs, and the eyelids start to fight.

"Is there still dictation tomorrow morning?"

"Ah."

"Chinese text or English words?" He said to himself: "But I don't seem to memorize both."

His head sank, and he leaned his head lazily and sullenly on his shoulder: "I haven't finished my test paper yet, so I don't have time to endorse it... It's all my fault for wasting my precious youth..."

Shen Xiuran paused, and the time dragged on even more slowly.

With the shoulders on, only the back is left.

Jiang Lu slowly lay down on the bed, with his head on his side and his arms resting on his arms. This position made the sleepy bugs even more violent, and within a few minutes of closing his eyes, he was half asleep and half awake.

The corners of the mouth are pursed, the eyes are closed obediently, and a small shadow is hidden by the eyelashes. It is much more peaceful than when it is awake, and it is more childish.

Shen Xiuran's eyes stayed on his face for a little while.

Going back to the injury, the loose collar was pulled down to reveal a large area of ​​skin. The person lying down had no sense of defense, and even so could sleep peacefully.

Darkness flashed in Shen Xiuran's eyes, and the frown deepened between his brows.

The person who applied the medicine missed his hand and used too much strength. Jiang Wang grinned under the control of the pain, and when he was about to open his eyes in a daze, he heard the person sitting by the bed calling his name in a low and cold voice.

"Ah?" He subconsciously replied without opening his eyes.

"Is it someone else today, and you ask him to help you with the medicine in the same way?"

Jiang Wang's mind is not clear now, and he has to go back and forth a sentence several times in his head before he can understand the meaning, let alone taste other imperceptible meanings in the words.

"No." His tone was very slow, and he gave the most straightforward and simple answer: "It seems that only you can do it, others... well, not so good."

"why."

"Because only you know that I am a crispy chicken." Jiang Huang said: "Only you can see my miserable appearance. In front of others, I am still an invulnerable hunk, and a hunk is not injured."

Shen Xiuran looked up at him.

He was going to sleep, his eyelids gradually closed, and his speech became slower and slower.

"Don't you cry in front of others?"

"Macho men don't cry, they can only shed tears."

His voice was gradually blurred by sleepiness: "I haven't shed tears in front of others since I was six years old, Brother Shen, remember to keep it a secret for me..."

Jiang Lu fell asleep completely.

His brows were stretched, his breathing was very shallow, like a child who was tired from fussing around and couldn't get up when he touched the bed after being brought home by an adult.

Shen Xiuran sat quietly by the bed for a long time.

It was not until one minute before the lights were turned off that he threw away the cotton swab, helped him pull up the collar and covered the quilt, got up and left.

……

Miracles will never happen to a scumbag who knows that tomorrow he will have dictation the night before but still only cares about fighting and sleeping.

So it was no surprise that Jiang Wang was punished for copying.

Copy the full text of "Mug" five times, and submit it to the class teacher's office before noon.

According to the usual speed, he is absolutely fine, and he doesn't even need to use the recess. He can solve it in half an hour at most when he comes back from lunch, and he can still spare time for a nap.

But not today, he is wounded, his hand hurts when he holds a pen and writes hard, and his efficiency is halved, halved, and then halved.

Seeing that the time limit was down, Jiang Mengnan couldn't complete the task and could only find another way.

"Squad leader, let's discuss something."

The cuffs were hooked, Shen Xiuran looked sideways at the person beside him who was lying on the table with a flattering smile on his face: "Say."

"My hand hurts and I can't finish writing. When you go to the office, can you intercede for me so that Lao Sun can relax until tomorrow morning?"

"There are many."

Jiang Wan stretched out three fingers.

Shen Xiuran glanced at it, said nothing, and withdrew his gaze and continued writing the test paper.

Is this a promise, or a no promise?

Jiang Wang was not sure, and poked him with the tip of a pen: "Table?"

Shen Xiuran: "Continue writing."

Jiang Lu: "...Oh."

Today is the class monitor who is not very talkative.

But it doesn't matter, after all, Xueba, who has a strong attitude towards learning, can understand.

It's just his crispy chicken feet.

And in addition to copying, he also has test papers, workbooks, and simulation exercises...

Of course, the task was not finished, and it was delayed until the next morning before stepping into Lao Sun's office nervously with a notebook.

Putting the notebook on the desk with a particularly good attitude, the frowning old grandson, and the slapstick school outside the corridor.

Scratching his neck, he was trying to make Lao Sun scold less and save him a little bit, when he heard Lao Sun puzzled, "Didn't you show it to the squad leader yesterday?"

Jiang Lu was even more puzzled: "Huh?" When did he show it to the class monitor?

Lao Sun was still busy writing the lecture report, so he handed the notebook back casually: "Okay, you don't need to check me after checking it for him. Hurry up and go back to the self-study. If you don't want to copy the dictation next time, just memorize it."

……Oh?

Oh~!

Jiang Yu quickly reacted.

Fortunately, I took a step back, and happily took back my notebook that "had been checked by the monitor yesterday".

"Ok!"

It turns out that this is the feeling of being a relationship householder, and I am so happy!

Back in the classroom, Jiang Wang happily moved the stool to the table: "Squad leader, why didn't you tell me that you helped me hide it?"

Shen Xiuran turned to him: "You didn't ask."

Jiang Huang said: "But when I told you yesterday, didn't you not agree?" After speaking, he recalled and corrected himself: "No, you didn't say no."

So it's good deeds that don't leave names behind.

That's right, it's very dark to live Lei Feng, which fits Shen Xiuran's setting.

Jiang Wang didn't pay attention to the process, but the result was good anyway, so he was happy.

Smiling, he tilted his head and rubbed his shoulders randomly, and issued a good person card again: "Jiao, you are so kind, I like this kind of unexpected surprise, make persistent efforts, and continue next time," Song Yang pinched a little I sent a message, all members of Aite in the small group said that they hadn't played together for a long time, and asked everyone to go to his dormitory to have a bloody battle with landlords tonight.

Jiang Wang asked him: [The new game you developed? 】

Song Yang: [No, it's just fighting the landlord. I'm so busy studying, I don't have enough brain capacity to develop new games. 】

Also, the learning reform is not only aimed at the third class, but the entire third grade, and Song Yang is not immune.

Jiang Lu: [OK, see you that night, what time? 】

Song Yang: 【Take a break after dinner, let's go to eight o'clock. 】

Just as Jiang Lu was about to agree, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and glanced at the expressionless good man's desk, curled up his mouth, bowed his head and typed:

Jiang Lu: [Then it's eight o'clock, but I want to take someone there with me, no? 】