Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 18 Buying Hemostatic Patches

After noon, Zhao Quan appeared at the door of the classroom respectfully.

"Second young master, it's time to go back."

Nangong Jin leaned down and helped her younger brother pull out the schoolbag from the pocket of the table. Unexpectedly, her strength was too great, and she accidentally threw out two schoolbag straps.

"Snapped--"

A red mark immediately appeared on one side of Nangong Yibainen's cheek. He lowered his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Huge space.

To whip, to curse, to weep.

My brother's face was in the dark, crying and laughing from time to time, reeking of alcohol.

He was curled up in a corner, his calf was covered with bruises, his whole figure was like a puppet that had been planed open, and the sawdust from the incision fell rustlingly, as if to bury him in it.

Ah. It hurts.

"Yi, are you okay?"

Nangong Jin subconsciously wanted to check the red seal, but he gently stopped her.

Nangong Yi rubbed the spot with the back of her hand, showing a slight smile: "It's okay, brother."

Zhao Quan has already pulled the wheelchair and brought him out.

As a bystander, Xi Xiao felt something was wrong with Nangong Jin.

She poked at Zhu Yujia at the front desk.

Zhu Yujia is a chubby guy with a good temper, and is currently Xi Xiao's best friend.

He turned his head, and there were still biscuit crumbs on his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Xi Xiao leaned close to his ear: "Do you know what's wrong with Nangong Jin? She doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Zhu Yujia lowered his voice: "You don't know yet, just when you went to the toilet before, he went downstairs, but was chased all the way to our classroom by the girls in class B. Do you think he can't be bothered?"

Xi Xiao fell silent.

Nangong Jin is a very low-key person. She never goes out of class A. Not only does she have zero social area outside the class, but she also doesn't have any personal relationships with the people in this class.

However, there are still so many people thinking about his beauty, oh, and possibly his family property.

Ugh.

It seems that her competitive pressure is really everywhere.

The turbid air in the classroom gradually receded, Nangong Yi loosened his lips, his eyes were gloomy.

It's okay, brother.
Compared with what you imposed on me in the previous two lifetimes, this is nothing.

"Uncle Quan, buy a hemostatic patch."

Zhao Quan almost thought he had heard it wrong: "What, what?"

"band-Aid."

Zhao Quan's mouth trembled a little: "Okay, okay."

Second Young Master. Finally willing to talk to him! For so many years, what he has been looking forward to has finally happened!
These days, the fire of jealousy will drive him crazy! On the other hand, the cold current of fear will drown him!
He was afraid, afraid that the second young master would return to normal sooner or later, and then he reported on him!
But now, he can finally stop having nightmares!
But, what does the second young master want the hemostatic patch for?
Back at the villa in the suburbs, he sent the second young master into the room, and then hurried out.

Nangong Yi opened the window, facing the dazzling sunlight, and let go of the palm of her left hand that had been clenched tightly.

There was a red, swollen, watery blister.

He reached up with his right hand, squeezed the pustules with little force, and then drained the blood inside.

hurts a little.

However, what does it matter.

Anyway, no one cares.

That idiot Gu Mianmian did a great job. Not only did he obediently eat his cake, he got diarrhea halfway through making it in the chemistry lab, and even took Qi Ziqian away, saving him a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, in the process of increasing his concentration, he was accidentally injured.

"It's not perfect." Nangong Yi chuckled, eyes full of miasma.

(End of this chapter)