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Wen Mian spun around for a while, he felt that he turned 360 degrees in reverse, and then after being dizzy, his body lifted off the ground, his brain turned 360 degrees forward, and returned to its original position.

Wen Mian tried to put down the hands on his face, his face was facing upwards, the first thing that leaked into his eyes was a chin.

Wen Mian's gaze moved up, and Gu Zhiyuan's air-conditioned face wrinkled slightly, inexplicably overlapping with Gu Xiaoyuan's bulging little bun face.

"Princess Hug?!" The exclamation of passers-by finally reached the ears of Wen Mian, who was gradually recovering from insensibility. explode.

"You..." Wen Mian tried to raise his voice, but he was hit hard just now, which may have caused a slight concussion. He only said one word, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat and turned into a puddle of water, which flowed back into his stomach .

"I'm fine!" Gu Zhiyuan took the time to answer him.

Wen Mian: "..." Who the hell asked you if you were okay, of course you were fine, because he was the one who had something to do!Was it you who was hit by the ball, was it, ah!

Wen Mian still wanted to struggle, but let alone push Gu Zhiyuan away, he couldn't do it even if he raised his head, he was very dizzy.

The noise of exclamation gradually disappeared, and Gu Zhiyuan finally took him away from the crowded place, and when he was almost at the infirmary, Wen Mian simply chose to give up struggling.

"Bang!" Gu Zhiyuan kicked the infirmary away.

Not a single one.

Gu Zhiyuan put him down, Wen Mian calmed down, and complained: "This guy is lazy again." Of course he was talking about the doctor in the infirmary.

"..."

Wen Mian looked at the ceiling, actually this time, it was really embarrassing.

Because he saw the flying basketball at that time, he didn't think much about it. Saving people is one thing, but another thing is that he saw this kind of flying ball. Out of instinct as a football player for a year, he Want to have a nice header.

In the second semester of the second year of high school, they entered the city competition by relying on Wen Mian's header to score the winning goal.

Wen Mian is still very confident in his header, he didn't want to save Gu Zhiyuan at that time.

If he had known this was the result, he would have chosen to stay where he was without hesitation, and hand over the bed under him to Gu Zhiyuan in front of him——

Gu Zhiyuan is not Gu Xiaoyuan, he won't die even if he gets hit!

The mistake was that he forgot that basketball and football are different. Basketball is bigger and heavier than football. Wen Mian thought he was going to die on the spot when he was hit.

Not to mention the moment it landed on the ground.

It used to be soft grass, but now it is hard PU material, can this be the same!

So humiliating.

There is no way for Wen Mian to explain this kind of words to Gu Zhiyuan, but if he doesn't explain...

Wen Mian narrowed her eyes and glanced at Gu Zhiyuan.

Forget it, the hamburgers are all given, is there still a chance to save one's life?

Wen Mian's indifferent face.

Wen Mian worked hard to replace Gu Zhiyuan with Gu Xiaoyuan's round, fleshy little face.

"Your brain...are you alright?" Gu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand worriedly, the hand was suspended in mid-air, and it didn't fall after all.

Wen Mian slapped it open, and gritted her teeth: "You're the one with the brain!"

Gu Zhiyuan was silent for two seconds, looked into Wen Mian's eyes, and said in a harsh voice, "Thank you."

Wen Mian: "..."

"Forget it, it's okay, I had a concussion last year, so I know exactly what it feels like to have a concussion, and I'm fine now." Wen Mian abruptly moved her gaze from Gu Zhiyuan's face back to the ceiling.

It's over, why did Gu Zhiyuan express his thanks exactly the same as Gu Xiaoyuan's when he thanked him.

The infirmary fell into silence again, Wen Mian felt that it was almost done, he tried to get up, but in the middle of it, Gu Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out his hand, stopped him, pushed him back on the bed.

"Damn it, is it because I haven't fought with you for so long that you think I won't make a move..." Before Wen Mian finished speaking, Gu Zhiyuan suddenly bent down and lowered his head, his face suddenly enlarged in front of him.

The body seemed to be electrified by something, the small current flowed along the whole body, the thin and dense current made Wenmian's brain empty for a moment, he could suddenly hear his own heartbeat, and when he blinked again, he found that The sound of the heartbeat disappeared.

Gu Zhiyuan sat up.

Is it this guy's heartbeat?

"The nose is scratched." After Gu Zhiyuan said this, he stood up and looked for disinfectant alcohol.

Wen Mian stretched out his hand to touch it, and indeed, his finger was stained with blood, and he suddenly had a headache.

A little scrape on the nose is fine, but this wound is too conspicuous, Gu Xiaoyuan will definitely chase after him to ask what's going on when he goes back, he starts to have a headache when he thinks about it.

Gu Xiaoyuan, a little friend, is well-behaved and sensible, just like a little angel, but when it comes to things he cares about, his persistence is several times that of others.

To be fooled is to be fooled.

While Wen Mian was still thinking in a mess, Gu Zhiyuan had already returned with alcohol and a cotton swab. He dipped in the alcohol, and the cotton swab gently scratched Wen Mian's nose.

Wen Mian subconsciously narrowed one eye because of the stinging pain.

Gu Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, his expression not very clear: "The wound is a bit big, we still need to use a band-aid."

"Oh, I remember the second drawer of that cabinet, and there were Band-Aids in it." Wen Mian pointed to the cabinet by the wall, and Gu Zhiyuan found a box of Band-Aids.

He sat back on the bed with the whole box, unpacked it, and took out one of them.

Wen Mian sat up and was about to run immediately: "No need, it's a small problem."

Gu Zhiyuan squeezed his wrist.

Wen Mian tried to break free, but couldn't.

People who insist on playing basketball do seem to have stronger hand strength.

"I don't want it." Wen Mian looked directly at Gu Zhiyuan.

Gu Zhiyuan replied calmly: "There is nothing else."

Wen Mian looked at the cute pink bandage with a bunny head, and said firmly, "Then I don't want it either."

Go to hell, rubbish doctor, not only skipping work, but also making this kind of disgusting bandages, you don't deserve to be a human being!

"Then use gauze?" Gu Zhiyuan respected Wen Mian's opinion today.

Wen Mian hesitated for a second, the gauze must not have strange patterns, he nodded, Gu Zhiyuan stood up again and brought the gauze.

The starting point of the gauze was on the bridge of the nose, Gu Zhiyuan stretched the gauze, and began to wrap the gauze around Wen Mian's head.

Wen Mian: "..." Wait, is there something wrong!

Wen Mian pulled off the gauze, her tone full of forbearance: "It's just that my nose is hurt, not my brain is broken."

Is Gu Zhiyuan planning to wrap him into a mummy?

Gu Zhiyuan brought scissors, picked up a small piece of gauze, pasted it with tape, and pasted it on Wen Mian.

Wen Mian turned her head and could see herself in the mirror placed on the table.

Damn, it looks like a broken nose.

"Forget it, a little wound will heal soon." Wen Mian gave up.

Gu Zhiyuan picked it up and looked at the gauze, it was already stained with blood, he was still standing in front of Wen Mian, Wen Mian finally got impatient, he took a pink band-aid and put it on his nose indiscriminately: " All right, all right, go back."

Gu Zhiyuan still didn't move, he took off Wenmian's band-aid and re-attached it to him.

Wen Mian has given up on this world.

Isn't it just a pink Band-Aid? It doesn't matter, what is popular in the world now is fans.

If you are a man, choose pink!

"No more rest?" Gu Zhiyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

"You want to laugh?" Wen Mian squinted his eyes and looked at the corners of Gu Zhiyuan's mouth. If the corners of Gu Zhiyuan's mouth dared to curl up, he would choose to finish Gu Zhiyuan in the infirmary today.

"No, it's still early, let's lie down for a while." Gu Zhiyuan successfully suppressed the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Lie down, lie down, people's tactics are all on our faces, so what's the matter if we don't fight back." Wen Mian gave a "tsk".

The ball just now was smashed by people from Class [-].

Anyway, he is also the champion of the school competition, how could his level be so low, how can there be so many carelessness.

is intentional.

"I played football for a year, Lin Zijin missed me." Wen Mian stood up.

Lin Zijin is a student with a specialty in sports, and his basketball practice should be the highest level in the school. His goal is to shine in the city competitions and be selected by scouts to enter the professional league.

In the first year of high school, Wen Mian and Lin Zi entered the same class, and they were both on the class basketball team. They passed all the way and easily broke out of school, entered the city competition, and even reached the semi-finals in the city competition.

This was a happy thing at first, but it turned out that Wen Mian's performance was even better. The limelight once overshadowed Lin Zijin, a power forward. Mian, I think it's Wenmian's fault.

Wen Mian: Is it my fault for being too strong?

Anyway, their relationship was not good in the first semester of high school. Wen Mian beat up Lin Zijin outside the school, quit the basketball team and started playing football.

It's been so long, and seeing that he's going to play basketball again, does this guy get anxious?

Speaking of it, I was in a hurry, why didn't the basketball fly towards him, instead it flew towards Gu Zhiyuan.

"Did you offend him?" Wen Mian was surprised, Lin Zijin's Class [-] won the final of the second year of high school, why is this person so troublesome, every time he wins, he always finds trouble with others.

"A scout came to see me." Gu Zhiyuan didn't hide anything.

Wen Mian was taken aback when she heard this, and then almost laughed so hard that she couldn't hold back her breath. Gu Zhiyuan, who didn't make it to the school finals, had scouts come to him instead. If Lin Zijin had given up playing basketball and played football now, maybe he could still be saved.

"Let's move on from the match between me and you, how about we settle that guy together first." As the saying goes, an enemy's enemy is a friend, and with a common enemy, Wen Mian is pleasing to Gu Zhiyuan's eyes again.

What Wen Mian said was a question sentence, but the tone was an affirmative sentence, Gu Zhiyuan did not refuse as expected, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay."