The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

in the school infirmary.

Xia Ci helped Ye Kong to the empty seat and sat down, "You are a pig, you will go up if there are fewer people and more people are beaten?"

"I didn't know..." Ye Kong curled his lips and said, "Boss Huang, Xiaopang, and the rice bucket shouted so enthusiastically in the back, I thought there would be reinforcements from behind."

Ye Kong: "In the end, I went up and started to find out that there were three people coming behind..."

Xia Ci didn't speak, and looked at the wound from his chin to his neck, there were two red and swollen scratches, and there were tiny blood droplets coming out of the broken skin, which was especially abrupt on his fair skin.

"Which classmate was injured?" The school doctor was very busy today. He just sent a lame person to the hospital, and now there are a few more people queuing up to get medicine.

"It's you again," the doctor said while changing into a white coat, "Did you two get injured in a single or two weeks?"

Xia Ci: "..."

"Look up at your wound."

Ye Kong raised his head slightly, even though the movement was very light, but still pulled the wound, he gritted his teeth and let out a "hiss", and then took Xia Ci's hand.

After the examination, the doctor said: "The cut in the broken skin is a bit deep, isn't it scratched by the wire?"

Ye Kong: "I was assassinated by the grandson of the dog with dog claws."

The doctor was stunned for a while, and after several confirmations that the "grandson dog" was not a dog, but only after he was fighting with him, he said: "It's not a big problem, I'll apply some purple potion on you, and you'll be better soon."

As he said that, the doctor took out a small bottle of purple syrup and a small pack of medical cotton swabs from the medicine box, and began to prepare the medicine.

Ye Kong didn't want to refuse immediately, "I don't want to paint this."

"This is antiseptic, it hurts after you put it on," the doctor said, "There are a lot of bacteria in the nails, if you don't use this, the wound will easily become inflamed and suppurated."

Ye Kong still flatly refused, this kind of purple potion painted on the face, doesn't it mean to announce to the world that he died in a fight with others.

That is, it has no face and is not beautiful.

"There are two classmates waiting to see next door, don't make trouble," the doctor patiently stretched out his hand to apply the medicine to him.

Ye Kong sat on the seat, dodging left and right, Xia Ci took the cotton swab before the doctor ran out of patience, and said in a low voice: "You go to the next door to show other students, and I will apply it for him."

The doctor was so eager to do so, he handed the purple syrup to Xia Ci, and said: "Go back and apply it on him two or three times, and you don't need to apply it after the wound has scabbed over. Oh yes, you have to put a Band-Aid on the chin."

Xia Ci: "Okay, I'm sorry."

After speaking, the doctor got up and went to the next door.

Xia Ci sat in the doctor's seat, changed a cotton swab to dip in the medicine, "look up."

Ye Kong raised his head in a strange way, but when the cotton swab came over, he shrank back again, frowned and said in distaste: "It's too ugly to be painted, with two purple stripes on the neck, like a little fool."

Xia Ci was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, leaned over to lift his chin with his index finger, and said softly, "Aren't you just a little fool?"

The distance between the two is very close, very close.

Ye Kong lowered his eyes slightly and could see the fluttering strands of hair in front of Xia Ci's forehead, as well as a pair of bright and focused peach blossom eyes, the thick black eyelashes trembling slightly...

"I'm getting started, please bear with me." Before Ye Kong could recover, Xia Ci gently applied the wound with a cotton swab.

The first time it feels refreshing and cool, the second time it is a burning tingling pain.

Ye Kong clenched his hands tightly, couldn't hold back for a moment, and exhaled in pain, "...fuck!"

"I'm already very light," Xia Ci exhaled into the wound while painting, hoping to help him relieve the pain.

The cool breath fluttered on the neck, light and itchy.

A gust of wind broke in from the window, carrying a little bit of coolness in late summer and early autumn, and briskly blowing up the light blue curtains. The afterglow of the setting sun took the opportunity to sprinkle on the young man's face, outlining the delicate outline more deeply.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of the curtain being lifted.Ye Kong propped his hands on the edge of the chair, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and suddenly felt that his throat was dry, as if he was about to be speechless.

I don't know if it's because of Ye Kong's delusions, he can vaguely hear another heartbeat that is not on the same channel as his own, and it is also very fast and violent.

After applying the potion, Xia Ci sat back to his seat and packed up his things. He looked back at Ye Kong who was stunned. There were two long purple marks from his chin to his neck, which looked a little funny and a little... uncomfortable.

My heart is swollen.

Xia Ci couldn't control why he felt this way, it was very subtle and irritating.

"You'd better not fight in the future," Xia Ci unwrapped the band-aid.

Ye Kong raised his eyes: "Why?"

Xia Ci said: "You are too skillful."

"Hit more with less, brother was plotted by him," Ye Kong said, "otherwise I wouldn't be hurt by a single hair."

Xia Ci pasted the Band-Aid, pressed it hard, and Ye Kong's tears almost fell from the pain.

"Fuck! Stop beating, stop beating," Ye Kong yelled, "It hurts me to death, you are murdering your relatives at the same table!"

Xia Ci smiled, took the good things, and took the wounded who was still cursing back to the dormitory.

On Monday morning, there were two rows of people standing at the door of Datou's office, all of them held their heads high, with murderous looks in their eyes.

Datou walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and seeing that there was no sign of remorse on everyone's faces, he jumped even more angrily, "Say it! What a good basketball game! The activity aimed at promoting the spirit of sports solidarity was turned into a mess by you fighting! Tell me Do you know why you are fighting?!"

The green-haired turtle raised a hand, "Teacher, they moved first..."

"I won't listen! I don't want to listen to you shirking responsibility!" Da Tou angrily sucked a bottle of Jingxin Oral Liquid, "I want to hear the reason why you fight! You can fight in the third and first year of high school, but I will give you what you can do!"

Adhering to the principle that the enemy does not move and I do not move, the corridor is quiet, only the sound of the big head stomping back and forth can be heard.

Not long after, Lao Ji ran down the stairs in a hurry, holding a USB flash drive in her hand, walked up to the big head and said, "Director Chen, let the students go back to class first, I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, Lao Ji whispered a few more words in Datou's ear, Datou looked a little dignified, and let him go for the time being.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ye Kong returned to class with Xia Ci in his arms. As soon as he reached the stairs, a group of students with small notebooks surrounded the corridor outside the classroom, and they kept looking into the back door.

Zheng Wenwu ran over and asked, "What are you doing around the gate of our class?"

One of the leading girls recognized Zheng Wenwu as a player of the Watermelon team yesterday, and quickly asked, "Is Ye Kong there? I want to ask him for an autograph."

"There is also Xia Ci, can I have a contact information?"

I don’t know where the gust of wind came from. Yesterday the Watermelon team won against the wind. Some high-energy videos of the game were uploaded to the post bar and space, and were reposted and reposted in large quantities overnight. In addition to lamenting the beauty, some people even regarded it as As a spiritual belief of facing up to difficulties and bravely defeating the enemy, fantasy is not enough.

The scene was too big, Ye Kong took Xia Ci back the same way, and hid in the toilet of the teaching building for a while.

The toilet has just been cleaned, the ground is white with reflections, and there are still large areas of water still wet, Ye Kong leaned against the sink, took off his mask and doubted himself: "It's too scary, I'm so handsome..."

"..."

Xia Ci didn't bother to talk to him, and he went in to use the toilet based on the principle that the toilet should not be in vain, and the road should not be in vain.

He came out to wash his hands, but just as he walked to the sink, he suddenly slipped on the soles of his feet and fell backwards. Ye Kong reacted instinctively and quickly stretched out his hand to pull Xia Ci into his arms.

Ye Kong fell two steps back, hit the sink with his waist, and let out a muffled groan.

The two were still in shock. Huang He, who came in to use the bathroom at this time, saw such a bloody scene, and ran to the classroom with his mouth covered, regardless of the urgency to urinate.

He seems to have found something terrible!sky!big!secret!dense!

Before the people blocking the back door dispersed, Huang He ran over out of breath, trying to get in from the side. Someone in the crowd grabbed his clothes, "Student, please..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang He pushed away the hand holding the corner of his clothes, and blushed in disbelief: "I advise you to stop asking, they, they... are men that even your women can't get. "

"..."

Not long after the signature turmoil outside, painting on school uniforms became popular again in the class. The school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School are white and blue, with most of the front and back being white, with only a little blue stripe for decoration.

Everyone thinks that the clothes are too monotonous and have no personality, so they draw various patterns on the back, such as Fairy Tail, One Piece, Sasuke's six-pointed star Sharingan...you can come to whatever is handsome, and you can't write test papers. so positive.

There are also many people signing each other, saying that they keep it as a souvenir after graduation. In fact, the main thing is to satisfy the small ninety-nine in their hearts, and let the person they like sign their names in the position closest to their hearts. Just thinking about it, you can sip it Mouth sniggered for a while.

Ye Kong thought for a long time. He took off his school uniform and handed it to Xia Ci, and then asked Xiaopang to borrow a marker pen, "Please sign me, so that I will not fail in every class."

As he spoke, he spread out a large blank area of ​​his clothes and smoothed it out, "You can sign here."

In the past two days, there have been a lot of people looking for someone to sign. Rumors are flying around with little wings. Xia Ci more or less understands that this position has an important meaning different from other positions.

Those who sign this position are most likely to be sweethearts.

Xia Ci pulled out his pen, "Are you sure you want to sign this?"

"Sure," Ye Kong nodded, "Sincerity leads to success."

After a while, he added in a low voice: "Only you can sign here."

I don’t know if Xia Ci has heard the latter sentence. After signing his name, Ye Kong said again: "It’s a courtesy, let me sign one for you too?"

Xia Ci smiled noncommittally: "I guarantee you not to fail, what do you guarantee me?"

"You don't seem to lack anything..." Ye Kong thought for a moment, his eyes rolled, "Then I will keep you happy forever."

Xia Ci was slightly taken aback, how could she be happy forever?

Ye Kong pulled Xia Ci's right hand over, and seriously wrote and drew on the sleeve of his school uniform.

Five minutes later, Xia Ci withdrew his hand, "Ye Kong" was written on the blank part of the sleeve, and a crooked, extremely asymmetrical heart was circled outside, and "Happy" was written under the sharp corner of the heart.

"How about this position," Ye Kong said, "You can see me and happiness as soon as you lower your head."

Xia Ci looked down for a while, then smiled and said, "Your handwriting is really ugly."

"Where is it ugly?" Ye Kong chased and asked, "It is obviously very beautiful, do you understand the cursive script? Do you understand the elegant technique?"

"..."

In physics class, Xia Ci slept on the desk, with his head resting on his right hand, and his ears were attached to this ugly and big love heart.

My heart is a little swollen, and my ears are a little burning.

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