Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Cherry Little Alpha...

Wen Chu's face slowly turned red, and his fingers hanging by his side curled up slightly. He is a man who hits ten!

He looked at Song Baifeng and said, "I'm not as weak as you think, if I can help you..."

Song Baifeng interrupted him: "This is not something you should think about."

Wen Chu frowned: "You also said just now that my father's death is related to them, and the Freedom Army is my enemy, why is it not something I should think about."

"Then study hard," Song Baifeng started to walk out, obviously not wanting to discuss this issue any more, "We'll talk about it when you grow up."

"I'm already an adult." Wen Chu muttered.

Song Baifeng walked to the door, and laughed silently after hearing Wen Chu's mumbling, he didn't stop walking, and was about to close the door.

Before the door was closed, Wen Chu suddenly asked: "You said that I will promise you a condition in the future, what is it?"

Song Baifeng paused, his fingers slid on the cold doorknob, his tone remained unchanged: "I haven't made up my mind yet."

"I didn't think much about it just now," Wen Chu said, "If I can draw out the Free Army, then..."

Song Baifeng turned around and looked at Wen Chu, his eyebrows furrowed indiscernibly.

Wen Chu said: "Then it's good to get one out, maybe a lot of news can be found out."

Song Baifeng looked at him without saying a word.After a while, he looked down, looked at Wen Chu's drenched blouse, pointed and said, "Change your clothes, I'm recuperating at home these few days, don't go anywhere."

Wen Chu: "?"

He asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Song Baifeng raised his eyes to look at him, and repeated: "Heal your wounds."

Song Baifeng always kept his word. After those words were spoken, Wen Chu really had no way to go out again, so he was detained at home for life.

He didn't know what he said to Jiang Yeshan, but when Jiang Yeshan came back in the afternoon, he brought back the schoolbag that Wenchu ​​had left in the classroom.

Jiang Yeshan looked at Wen Chu who was sitting on the bed with hair dazed and staring out the window, walked over and put his schoolbag on the bedside table, and stroked his soft hair: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Chusheng said unrequitedly: "How do you want to escape." After he finished speaking, he reached for his schoolbag, moved his body, but accidentally touched the burn on his chest, and lay back down again.

Wen Chu frowned, why is this getting worse?

It's similar to a sprain. It's not very painful at first, but after a while, you can see that the wound is swollen and you can't even move.

Jiang Yeshan reached out to help him take the schoolbag back and handed it to the person: "If you go out for a while now, you will wake up tomorrow and you will be completely useless. It is right for Song Baifeng not to let you go out. After all this, you still want to go out." Save the world."

Wen Chu opened the schoolbag, and said righteously: "The exam is coming soon, I have to go back to school to study."

He didn't hear Jiang Yeshan's answer, but when Wenchu ​​raised his head, he saw Jiang Yeshan looking at him with a gratified face, his eyes were radiant.

Wen Chu: "..."

Jiang Yeshan said: "Song Baifeng found a tutor for you, so you can study hard at home."

Wen Chu opened his eyes wide, and asked after a while, "Tutoring costs a lot of money, right?"

"Song Baifeng is rich, you take care of him."

Wen Chu originally wanted to say that the money would be returned in the future, but thinking about the injuries on his body, the pain was so painful that he would die if he moved, and he might not be able to go to school, so the only way to go was to hire a tutor, so he didn't say anything .

Wen Chu said with an "um" and asked, "How about those people? What kind of punishment will the school give me?"

I have already memorized it once last time, if I memorize it this time, it will be displayed on the file, which is not good for future development.

"You said Fu Sishen and the others," Jiang Yeshan said, "I've checked the surveillance. He poured soup on you first, and then brought someone to find you. It's their incompetence to be beaten. Fu Sishen Twice, and once for the rest, plus everyone cleans the restaurant for two months."

Wen Chu was not very interested in the punishment of these people, so he asked again: "What about mine?"

Jiang Yeshan looked at him quite seriously: "They are looking for you, what punishment do you want as a victim?"

Wen Chu was taken aback for a moment. When another teacher rushed to the scene, he was really afraid that he would not be able to explain clearly, and he had already prepared for the worst. In the end, there was still no punishment.

"I didn't expect the school to be so reasonable," Wen Chu said.

Jiang Yeshan choked on this sentence. Fu Sishen's father had donated a building and a lot of experimental equipment to the school before. If Song Baifeng was not standing behind Wenchu, then Wenchu ​​would have been cleared out by the school.

Before Jiang Yeshan left, he said to Wenchu: "When you recover from your injury and go to school, you can still see them working in the restaurant."

The army in Song Baifeng's hands couldn't enter the country, and the Free Army didn't even show a shadow. He was angry with that stubborn old guy, and he couldn't talk to each other. Now he didn't even go to work, so he just stayed at home on vacation.

Too much leisure these days.

Because of Song Baifeng's words, Wen Chu also recuperated at home, this time this time the house where no one usually lives has fully played its role.

In the first few days, Wen Chu's wound was relatively serious, and it hurt even to move, and his range of activities was limited to his small room, and the food he ate was brought up by someone.

Afterwards, the wound gradually healed, and Wen Chu couldn't help but want to be alive and kicking, and couldn't sit still every day.Song Baifeng once thought he was a child with ADHD.

Moreover, the house was only that big, and the two of them looked down and saw each other every day, and the relationship gradually became a little bit familiar without knowing it.

In the morning, after Wen Chu woke up and washed up, he just opened the door when he saw Song Baifeng across the corridor, who was going downstairs for dinner just like him.

Wen Chu waved to him, as usual: "Good morning."

Song Baifeng on the opposite side closed the door and didn't raise his head when he heard the voice. His voice was a little hoarse, and he replied very naturally: "Good morning."

After Song Baifeng finished speaking, he walked towards the stairs, stood at the top of the stairs and waited for Wen Chu, and waited until someone arrived before moving his feet, and went down with him.

Wen Chu sniffed and asked, "Are you smoking again?"

Song Baifeng looked back at him, and said with a smile: "What? Do you want to take care of me?"

Wen Chu said seriously: "Smoking is harmful to health."

Song Baifeng turned to ask: "How is the injury? Does it still hurt?"

"It's all right," Wen Chu didn't care much, he said disdainfully, "It's nothing at all, and it's okay to go back to school. Now I can still hit ten."

Song Baifeng's foot that was walking down hadn't touched the next step, Wen Yan took it back, turned around and took advantage of Wen Chu's inattention, and lifted the corner of his white home clothes, looking at the scar that was still not healed: "I I wanted to say it a long time ago, you don’t take your body seriously when you’re too young, and you’re ashamed to let others pay attention to their health.”

Wen Chu slapped his hand off, and pulled off his clothes: "It's nothing to worry about, this kind of skin trauma is not in my consideration, but it's really bad for you to smoke."

Song Baifeng didn't speak, he lifted up the corner of his clothes again, pointed at the wound and looked up at him: "Is it all right?"

Wen Chu ignored him and continued to pull the clothes off, Song Baifeng pushed them off again, pulled them off, pushed them off...

The two of them stuck in the stairwell and didn't go down, repeating this meaningless and stupid action in the eyes of outsiders.

Those who didn't know thought it was kindergarten students fighting.

The rest of the people standing downstairs waiting for the two to come down for dinner: "..."

Is this their general?