[Comprehensive] Did Zhixi watch pretty boys today?

The next afternoon, when Zhixi went to the ward with the bone soup that had been boiled for several hours, the other two students who were the best in Class A that year had already arrived.

Although... the atmosphere doesn't look like visiting a doctor, it's more like watching the excitement.

"I'm just curious about how you are so good at the Yin Yang face, you can fall into the hospital even in the office? Chick."

"Xiaosheng...don't talk about it."

Bakugo Katsuki smiled, and he was leaning against the window with no manners. The afternoon sun passed through the shutters that were not fully closed, casting streaks on his face, and his eyes were just covered by a beam of light, showing a translucent the red.

Lu Gu hesitated to speak, but there was a sound from the door being pushed open behind him, he turned his head and was stunned for a moment, "Zhi Xi, why are you here?"

"I came to see you bullying the injured," Zhi Xishi smiled, but the smile was very shallow. She put the food box on the bedside table, "Have you all eaten?"

"Why, you want me to drink the soup you made?" Bakugo Katsuki's eyelids trembled, and his tone became subtle, "...Can I drink it?"

He always felt that this guy didn't look like the kind of person who was good at cooking, and he would be thankful if he didn't starve himself to death.

Zhi Xi glanced quietly, without making a sound, took out two disposable bowls from the cabinet, first filled a bowl of soup and served it in front of the person sitting on the hospital bed, "Scorched, I heard the doctor said that the bone is broken Drink more of this soup."

Hong lowered his eyes and glanced at the soup bowl in front of him. There was a layer of oily flowers floating on it, and it was still steaming, and the umami taste of the soup rushed to his face.

...should be edible.

He glanced at the other two big men in the room again, and was silent for a moment, "So you guys came to eat and drink again?"

Bakugo Katsuki rolled his eyes, and turned to a malicious smile: "It's just a broken hand, but I really take this kind of minor injury seriously, can you still do it with a yin and yang face?"

Hong was very calm: "Do you want to try?"

Bakugou immediately put on the expression of eating a fly.

Green Valley: "..."

He glanced at Zhi Xi with a delicate mood, and found that the woman was standing beside the bed, with her head tilted slightly, looking very dazed.

Zhi Xi blinked, and whispered to herself: "...what are you talking about?"

She handed some more bowls in front of Hong, found a spoon out of nowhere, scooped up a spoonful and blew, "Here, drink the soup."

...I really didn't hear anything.

Hong Yiyan took a sip of the soup with her hand, his complexion unchanged, and then took a second and third sip...until the soup bowl bottomed out.

Bakugo Katsuki frowned and observed, although this scene looked very intrusive, but considering that Yin Yang face is a disabled person, he reluctantly endured it - no matter what, he would not feed the soup by himself.

But it seems to taste okay?

He stared at Hong's face carefully for a few seconds, his gaze was like a torch, but the latter's face remained as usual.

"Cough...egg rolls, I haven't had lunch yet."

Zhixi was serving Jiusheng soup to Lugu, when she heard the words, she turned her head, "What's none of my business?"

--Depend on!

Zhi Xi burst out laughing with a "poof", stretched out her hand to open the cabinet door, but found that there was no disposable tableware inside, so she muttered, "Katsuji, why don't you just drink directly into the bucket."

It refers to the stainless steel food box she brought.

Bakugou had no objection, and he was even in a better mood because of this, and he cast a "you know what I mean" look at the other two triumphantly, took the soup bucket handed by the woman, and scooped it up with a spoon Take a sip.

"..."

With the mouthful of soup in his mouth, he stared straight at Hong Jiao Dong, trying to see something different from his face.

The young man's expression remained calm and calm.

half an hour.

Bakugo swallowed with a "gudong".

He slowed down again without saying a word.

"...Is the examination done by the hospital last night perfect? ​​Do you want to take another picture of the brain with a yin and yang face? What should I do if the brain nerve is compressed?"

Isn't this a fucking taste disorder? ? !

As soon as the words fell, the black-haired woman looked over in astonishment, her lips moved slightly, and something flickered in her dark amber pupils, "Katsuki..."

Zhi Xi almost choked up with joy,

"Katsuki has grown up... knows how to care about people..."

Green Valley slipped his hand and took a big gulp into his mouth.

Just when Zhi Xi turned her head, her eyes met, she blinked and asked expectantly: "Izuku, do you think it's delicious? I've boiled it for a long time, this is very nutritious."

Izuku Lvgu cried bitterly: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Zhi Xi's eyes lit up: "That's really great, drink more!"

Bakugo Katsuki handed the food box back without hesitation, showing concern: "Wu Jiu drink more, don't be as vain as Yin Yang Lian—all of you drink more."

Hong Jiaodong stayed in the hospital for less than two days before he was discharged. Before he left, the attending doctor told him not to do high-intensity work during this period, and he would be injured for a hundred days—but it seemed that The only one who listened to the doctor's order was the black-haired woman next to him who had been nodding seriously and taking notes.

That afternoon, Zhi Xi followed Hong Jiao Dong to live in his house again, taking care of the injured by himself.

At first, Hong was not very happy, and asked her to take care of her own affairs many times, not to waste time here, but the more she behaved like this, the more guilty she felt: If it wasn't because she was too reckless, Hong wouldn't suffer like this. Not to mention the physical trauma, the work of the firm will be delayed a lot.

So he firmly refused.

The house had been unoccupied for two days, and there was a thin layer of dust on the ground.After Zhi Xi sorted out her luggage, she volunteered to wash the mop. Before she could move, the man who hadn't spoken since entering the room caught off guard and said, "...I'll take a shower first."

Although he stayed in the air-conditioned room for the past two days, he still felt very uncomfortable without washing his body.

Zhixi shook her hand, and the mop threw a few drops of water on the marble floor.Eyeballs rolled around, and he half-jokingly said: "I haven't seen Jiao Dong take a bath..."

It refers to her uneasy feelings from the past to the present.

The voice changed again: "Do you want me to help you undress?"

This is really ridiculous.

The young man paused, and after two seconds, he turned around and said, "Then, do you want to come together?"

Zhi Xi: "... Scared?!"

She waved her hands hastily, shaking her head like a rattle: "No, no, no, Jiao Dong, you go—oh wait, I'll give you a plastic bag first."

——He must have laughed just now, right? !right? ! !

Why doesn't this person learn well! !

Showering after a broken hand is indeed somewhat inconvenient, but not to the extent that one cannot do it alone.When I came out of the bathroom, my hair was soaked in water, dripping water in strands.Hong Jiaodong rubbed his head roughly with a dry towel a few times, then put on a loose T-shirt and pajama pants and left the bedroom door.

In the large living room on the first floor, the black-haired woman was wiping the coffee table so seriously that she didn't notice the movement upstairs.

In the next second, her movements stopped abruptly.

Hong noticed that she was looking at his mobile phone on the coffee table.

After a while, the woman stretched out her hand and turned on the screen.

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

"..."

"……cough,"

He coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"You...you don't have to do this, don't tire yourself out."

Zhi Xi shook her hand, raised her head, her eyes were in a trance for a moment.

"—No, I'm not tired,"

Seeing the young man in this situation, for some reason, she actually felt a little nervous, so she just waved her hand and said, "Anyway, I just happened to be idle...just wipe it off."

Hong walked over, picked up his mobile phone under her gaze, pressed it on, swiped it open, and replied a few messages from the office's work group.

"you saw it."

"……Um."

Hong raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak.

Zhi Xi stood at the same spot, the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong: "...No, you, what kind of phone are you using, the screenshot has not been damaged after so many years?"

Seemingly calm but panicked inside: "..."

No matter how he thought about it, he never thought that she would ask this suddenly.

Pursing her lips, she said, "When I changed my phone, I transferred the data from the old phone along."

Zhi Xi nodded: "Oh, by the way."

boom:"……"

The woman's voice suddenly became a little higher, and the increasingly weird atmosphere became much more relaxed: "Why don't you blow your hair? Be careful that the air conditioner will give you a headache."

"...I'm inconvenient."

This is true.

But the more important point is that Hong Jiaodong has never been in the habit of blow-drying his hair, and has always just wiped it perfunctorily with a towel a few times and then stopped taking care of it.

Zhi Xi straightened up: "Where is the blower? I'll blow your hair."

Not a negotiating tone.

"In the locker over there."

Hu suddenly rejoiced that before moving here, he bought a hair dryer by the way when purchasing daily necessities.

"I got it—hey, come here, why are you standing so far away, your line is less than two meters long." Zhi Xi waved to him, she pulled out a small bench from under the coffee table and put it beside her, and sat down first On the sofa, he smiled a bit narrowly: "Jiao Dong, I seem to be blowing the fur of a small animal."

boom:"……"

He pretended not to hear.

The young man's hair is very soft, and it is said that people with soft hair have a good temper. Zhixi thinks this sentence has some credibility. At least seven years have passed, and his temper stinks like shit that has been fermented in the sewer for seven years. For a blond man, his hair grows out stubbornly and stubbornly.

While blowing, she used her fingers to straighten the occasionally tangled hair of Hong Jiaodong, secretly marveling in her heart: How can someone's hair be parted so neatly?Even if she messes with his hair, the red and white hairs can automatically and slowly return to their respective sides without interfering with each other, only a few red hairs on the top layer will go out of place and slip to the other side. side.

Zhi Xi subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her head again, and touched a racetrack.

Zhixi: ...

Guessing that the blowing was about the same, she turned off the blower, rubbed the top of Hong's head with her right hand habitually, and glanced sharply at the young man's slightly red ear tips hidden in his temple hair.

It is particularly eye-catching by the hair color.

"Jiao Dong, your hair is a bit long."

"...Well, I will cut it after a while."

For some reason, Hong Jiaodong suddenly had a bad feeling.

There was a chuckle from behind, and the hand that had been messing around on top of his head suddenly touched his forehead, the fingertips were warm and soft—then, with a slight hook, a strand of his forehead hair was picked up.

"I'll give you a braid, okay? I see that your bangs are a bit blocking your view."

Well said.

"..."

He dared not speak.

When Zhi Xiquan acquiesced, she stretched out her hand and took out a few small rubber bands from her pocket, which were still colored. Her fingers deftly shuttled between the young man's different-colored forehead hair, and quickly braided a small band. braid.

There was always a faint fragrance coming from the back of his head, Hong Jiaodong didn't dare to move, his whole body was stiff, as if a pillar piercing through the sky penetrated from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, firmly pinning him in place.

[...Bump, hit. ]

[So soft...]

When the last rubber band was about to be tied, Zhi Xi hooked her little finger inward, gathered the end of her hair into a small and delicate ring, and flicked her finger against the upturned braid: "—Teletubbies!"

"……what is that?"

"Oh, forget that you don't know, it's a sub-supplied animation, more than 100 years ago."

Zhi Xi clapped her hands, stepped on the sofa and came to the front, looking extremely proud: "No, I made it up too well, I want to take a picture."

Hong Jiaodong's facial features are excellent, mainly due to his bone appearance.When he was a teenager before, Zhi Xi felt that the shape of his skull was very good-looking, the top of the skull was just right, and the hairline was just right, unlike her who had to worry about being bald from time to time.It's just that his hair hangs down softly and obediently on weekdays, and his forehead hair occasionally slightly covers his eyebrows and eyes-on the contrary, this advantage becomes less obvious.

But now, the middle part of the youth's forehead hair was picked up and tied into a small braid, revealing a smooth and full forehead, as well as extremely standard three courts and five eyes. .

But I can't say it's suitable.

Zhi Xi swallowed her saliva, her breathing trembling, "... Shall, why don't we take a group photo?"

"—Anyway, I'm already very dissatisfied with you taking a screenshot of my video that looks like an emoji as your desktop."

Boom: "...Sorry."

He turned his head away slightly again, "Okay..."

Zhi Xi beamed, she couldn't help but pull out the other party's mobile phone, click on the camera software, pinch the young man's chin with one hand and make a "yeah" with the other.

"Crack."

In the photo, the black-haired woman smiled like a hooligan, holding the man's chin with her fingers, forcing him to look at the camera half-forced.

The face of the man with the pigtails was as usual, but the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and the line from his neck to his ears was unreasonably red.

Zhi Xi sighed while watching: "We Hong Xiaodong, so cute."