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Rong Shiyi silently rolled her eyes, not bothering to pay attention to him.

After Zhan Bochuan left, Rong Shiyi took Song Ci to the nearest hospital.

There were several wounds of different depths on his forearm, all of which were scratched by the sharp side of the beer bottle. Fortunately, the doctor said that the muscles and bones were not injured, but still needed a few stitches.

From the moment he entered the hospital to register, Rong Shiyi ran and ran without stopping.He was also watching while the doctor was stitching. Song Ci didn't show much expression, but he was taken aback, which caused the doctor to kick him out.

So in the end, Rong Shiyi could only sit on the chair at the door of the emergency room with Song Ci's school uniform jacket, and yawned uncontrollably.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, stared at the white wall opposite for a while, and accidentally fell asleep, until someone patted him on the shoulder and woke up in a daze.

Rong Shiyi rubbed his eyes, looked sideways at the bandage wrapped around Song Ci's arm, and saw the prescription sheet in his hand, so he reached out to take it and took a look.

"I'll get the medicine, you wait."

There were not many people in the hospital at night, and Rong Shiyi didn't have to queue long to get the medicine. When he turned around, Song Ci was looking at him thoughtfully not far away.

When the puppies are not blowing their hair, they seem to be quite reliable.

Naturally, Rong Shiyi didn't know what Song Ci was thinking, he just walked over, threw the medicine bag into Song Ci's arms, and relayed the doctor's words to him:

"Take it, take it three to ten minutes after the meal, and don't take other antibiotics during the period."

Song Ci responded, Rong Shiyi didn't pay much attention, but when he walked to the hospital door, he glanced at the bandage on Song Ci's arm, raised his hand to touch his ear, and said unnaturally:

"Thank you for today."

It cannot be denied that although Song Ci is a bit annoying, Rong Shiyi was very moved by his help today.

It's a pity that Rong Shiyi's emotion didn't last long, because in the next second, Song Ci seemed to be a little dazed "ah", as if he just remembered it:

"Oh, I thought he was not very pleasing to the eye, it's just a matter of hand, I didn't mean to help you, so don't thank me too much."

"..."

Rong Shiyi pursed her lips, and said in her heart that her nature was hard to change, and even said it in a bad tone:

"Where is your house going?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, then evoked his naughty smile, and asked deliberately:

"You want to take me home?"

"You think too much, I just want to ask where you are going, so that you can avoid it accurately and reduce the time spent with you."

"That's a pity."

Song Ci didn't care much.He paused for a moment, then glanced at Rong Shiyi's little disgusted expression, thinking of teasing him for a moment.

He had an idea, and then suddenly covered his arm:

"Hiss, Rong Shiyi, I suddenly feel that this injury is quite painful."

"?" Rong Shiyi was stunned by the speed of his face change, how could he fail to see what he meant:

"Did you just tell me not to thank you too much? I took it seriously."

"Have you? Then I've changed my mind now."

Rong Shiyi didn't need to shake him to hear this guy's bad mouth.

Anyway, it's all his fault today, although Rong Shiyi doesn't like Song Ci, but he doesn't want to be a person who rewards virtue with resentment, so he said very generously:

"Tell me, what can I do to make you feel better? Except murder and arson and million-dollar luxury cars, I will do my best."

"Oh?" Song Ci's eyes flashed with interest.

"I may not be able to carry my schoolbag."

Co-author You used to carry a schoolbag on your forearm?

Rong Shiyi rolled her eyes, but still gritted her teeth and replied:

"I'll help you carry it."

"The student union still has a lot of work to do, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in the short term..."

"How long is the short term?"

Song Ci smiled and bared his teeth:

"A week."

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

"Hey, classmate Rong Shiyi arrives late and leaves early every day, what should I do if I miss things?"

"..." Rong Shiyi's fist hardened:

"One week, I go to class on time, and I am on call during the school day, is that okay?"

"What are you doing?"

"……Um."

"make a deal."

If one idiom was used to describe the current state of Song Ci, Rong Shiyi would choose "old, treacherous and cunning".

He thought about it left and right, and always felt that he seemed to have lost money in this business.

"Add a WeChat account. I'll give you my home address tonight. You'll be at my door at seven tomorrow morning. Is it okay?" As he said that, Song Ci took out his phone and clicked on his QR code.

Rong Shiyi cooperated with him to scan, and then calculated the time in his mind:

"At [-]:[-] at the earliest. I leave work at [-] o'clock in the morning, and I can't make it. I didn't discuss it earlier. Although your kindness is great, the priority is not as high as my enthusiasm for working."

Song Ci seemed a little surprised, and then figured out something.

So it turned out that this guy came late and left early and fell asleep in class all because of his part-time job?

He thought about it, and asked politely:

"Do you like part-time jobs very much?"

Rong Shiyi glanced at him like a fool, and answered calmly:

"I don't like part-time jobs, I just like money."

It was already late tonight after such a fuss, the streets were empty, and there were not many passing cars.

Rong Shiyi didn't have enough sleep for a long time, so she couldn't help yawning at this time, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a thin layer of mist in them, making her whole person seem a little harmless.

He was almost sleepy, but fortunately, Song Ci still had a bit of conscience left, and he didn't mention letting Rong Shiyi take him home, because...

Because his driver came to pick him up.

Dude, is this the class gap?

Rong Shiyi glanced at Song Ci, rejected his offer to take her home, and went to the side of the road to sweep a bicycle.

Song Ci was sitting in the car, the window was slowly rolled up, the light black glass blocked his sight, but it didn't affect his seeing the crooked figure of the little red-haired biker in the rearview mirror.

The driver and housekeeper of the Song family, Old Wu, didn't pay attention to his gaze, but glanced at Song Ci's wound with some concern:

"Little Ci, isn't it good to go home and call a private doctor when you're injured? It's so late and you have to queue up at the hospital."

Song Ci curved lips:

"It's okay, it's interesting."

Old Wu stopped talking helplessly.

He didn't know whether it was things or people that Song Ci found interesting.

Rong Shiyi is a good young man who sticks to his word, so after finishing his work at the breakfast shop the next day, he changed his clothes and hurried to Song Ci's side.

Along the way, Rong Shiyi pedaled his bicycle very fast, but Song Ci's house was far away, so he was still a minute late.

The Song family lived a little far away from his home, but there was a reason for it. His home had an exaggerated manor. Looking in from the gate, he could see a small artificial lake and a ridiculously large house in the yard.

When Rong Shiyi arrived, Song Ci was already waiting at the door, and a low-key black car was parked in front of him.

Rong Shiyi locked the bicycle, put his waist down to look at the magnificent manor in front of him, then looked at the car, and finally his eyes fell on Song Ci, and his mind finally turned the corner:

"Don't you have a car to pick you up?"

Song Ci nodded, not guilty at all:

"Well, but you said you want to help me carry my schoolbag, how can I refuse? Come on, let's go to school together."

Rong Shiyi lightly touched her cheek with the tip of her tongue, and smiled angrily.

"Song Ci, you are somewhat seriously ill."

But he was indeed the one who offered to carry Song Ci's schoolbag, and Rong Shiyi could only swallow his pain. Not taking Song Ci's car was his last stubbornness.

Rong Shiyi snatched the schoolbag from Song Ci's hand, and was just about to carry it on his back and ride off alone to show his arrogance, but after feeling the weight of the schoolbag, he hesitated.

Rong Shiyi weighed it again in disbelief, and then asked seriously:

"Did you stuff gold bricks in your bag?"

so heavy?

"Of course not, just five dictionaries."

Saying that, Song Ci smiled and opened the door of the back seat:

"Come? Come."

After all, he added another sentence, his tone full of temptation:

"It's a long way to go to school by bicycle."

If Rong Shiyi was stubborn enough, he would choose to throw the schoolbag in his hand on the ground now, step on it like Song Ci, and then pick it up and ride away.

But he is not enough.

Therefore, Rong Shiyi reluctantly raised the corners of his lips, and said with a subterranean smile:

"Row……"

Rong Shiyi hugged Song Ci's schoolbag and sat in the back seat aggrievedly. Song Ci protected his head when he got into the car quite gentlemanly, and then sat in himself.

Old Wu saw all this from the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile:

"The relationship is really good."

Rong Shiyi was stabbed in the heart by these words, and retorted angrily:

"not good!"

"Why don't you carry the schoolbag for the injured classmate?"

"..." Rong Shiyi was powerless to refute.

He hasn't figured it out yet, why would someone pack five dictionaries in his schoolbag?Is this the unique hobby of the god of learning?

He thought about it all the way, until the car stopped at the school gate before he came back to it.

Oh, Song Ci is not a human being, Song Ci is deliberately punishing him.

The current time is the time when the school gate is the most crowded, and Song Ci and Rong Shiyi are both relatively eye-catching presences on the campus, and it is a rare sight for them to get off the same car.

What is even more magical is that the schoolbag Rong Shiyi is carrying seems to be from Song Ci.

Along the way, Rong Shiyi gained the attention of many people, and the sullenness in her heart became bigger and bigger.

He was just about to explode, trying to find fault with Song Ci, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by another person.

The person who came was a little girl wearing glasses, who seemed to be from the student union. She was holding a notebook, and she came forward to say hello to the two excitedly:

"President, school... Rong, good morning!"

Rong Shiyi looked away, and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Song Ci is very warm to everyone, he responded with a smile:

"Good morning."

"Okay, you two, did you come together?"

The girl is a small reporter for the school newspaper, probably because of her nature of remembering, she is full of light of gossip.

"En." Song Ci answered her words very cooperatively, and raised his hand to touch the gauze on his forearm:

"I was injured a little yesterday. Rong Shiyi enthusiastically offered to help me carry my schoolbag, and even picked me up at my door early in the morning. She is a good and helpful classmate."

Rong Shiyi almost spit out old blood when he heard it.

Just at this moment, the two had reached the stairs, Rong Shiyi took off the bag from his shoulders and handed it to Song Ci:

"I'm going back to the classroom, you can memorize this road by yourself."

The teaching building of the No. [-] Middle School is in the shape of an "H". There are ten classes in the second year of senior high school, and the classes are divided by grades. The first five classes are on the left side, and the last five classes are on the right side.

Song Ci occupies the first place in the third middle school all year round, so he is naturally assigned to the first class, not to mention Rong Shiyi, an old bastard in the tenth class.The two classes are at the opposite corner of the teaching building, so the two classes naturally go in different directions.

Seeing Rong Shiyi's actions, the girl froze for a moment, then reached out to take it:

"It's inconvenient for the president to hurt his hand, I'll help you..."

As a result, the girl's hand was preempted by the person beside her before reaching out.

Song Ci took the schoolbag that seemed to be full of stones with one hand, and carried it on one shoulder very easily:

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He hides all evil intentions under his smile. After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at the red-haired boy beside him:

"I still have a lot of things to ask Rong Shiyi, so, while studying hard, remember to read the information."

For the umpteenth time, Rong Shiyi put away his stiff fists.

Hold.