Dressed as the favorite of the three villain brothers

Cen Nanqi was left speechless, firstly, his own fault, and secondly, his brother's majesty.

"Wait here, I'll get you the medicinal oil." Saying that, Bo Zhixun got up and walked outside.

While Cen Nanqi was shaking his legs in a daze, Bo Zhixun came back soon, taking not only the ointment, but also a small ice pack.

Bo Zhixun put the ice pack on Cen Nanqi's leg and pressed it for about twenty minutes, and then rubbed it slowly with medicinal oil.

Seeing the girl's leg that felt pain and then slightly bent to avoid it, Bo Zhixun pulled her over, rubbed her hands seriously, and said with distress on her face: "Jin Ren, it's getting better soon."

Bo Zhixun held the girl's calf, fixed it, and rubbed it with appropriate strength.

The usually quiet and cold person seems to have a village communicator installed in his mouth at this moment, and there are countless gossips, which have been distracting Cen Nanqi's attention.

"I bathed cats when I was a child." Bo Zhixun looked at the girl's face wrinkled in pain, and said slowly.

"And then?" Cen Nanqi asked instinctively while his attention was still on his lap.

"Because I was too young at the time, I also fell into the bathtub, and the adults and servants were not at home." Bo Zhixun said slowly while kneading her calf with her palm.

"Then how did you get out?" This topic really caught Cen Nanqi's attention.

Cen Nanqi didn't pay attention to his legs anymore, but looked up at his third brother and asked.

"It was rescued by my lychee, which is my dog." Bo Zhixun said slowly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Cen Nanqi burst out laughing, he didn't expect Third Brother to have such a little-known interesting story.

Could it be that my third brother's current personality became like this because of the drowning at that time?

After Cen Nanqi smiled, he began to feel indistinctly distressed for Bo Zhixun. With such an aristocratic identity as the third young master, how could it be possible that he didn't have a servant by his side? I'm afraid that the third brother had a hard life when he was young.

Seeing Baby Sister smiling, Bo Zhixun also felt relieved.

"Can you go?" Bo Zhixun gently pulled down the girl's trouser legs, looked up at the girl and asked.

"Yes." Cen Nanqi jumped up on one foot, so frightened that Bo Zhixun quickly reached out to help.

"Well, it hurts to stand up." Cen Nanqi patted the hand he was supporting and complained.

Who would have thought that these words had another meaning in the young man's ears.

"My fault." Bo Zhixun lowered her eyes, and retracted her hands a little at a loss, her voice was low and hoarse, and her whole body was filled with a deep breath.

As soon as Cen Nanqi saw the young man's appearance, he knew that he didn't know where he was going, so he sighed secretly, and stretched out his hand to hold the young man's hand.

"Brother, you are not wrong, you are just worried about me." Cen Nanqi shook the hand of the young man in front of him with a smile, and raised his head with a little pride: "Which brother in the world is better than my family?"

Good-looking, good grades, self-discipline, good at cooking, good personality, will buy you snacks that big brother won't eat...

Seeing the girl's radiant smile, Bo Zhixun's heart was touched, a trickle of warmth went all the way to her body, and she couldn't help but clenched her hand tightly.

"Let's go brother, the teacher should have come." Cen Nanqi pulled in his direction, glanced at the classroom clock and said.

"Okay." Bo Zhixun let the girl pull him, and walked with the girl's pace, one small step at a time.

It was dark outside, but the warmth of his palm made him no longer afraid of the dark.

To hold the light in your hand is to turn to the light in your heart.

"Knock, knock, knock" Cen Nanqi took Bo Zhixun's hand, looked at the teacher sitting on the podium, and knocked on the door.

The specially-appointed teacher on the podium frowned and glanced, and asked coldly, "What are you here for?"

"In class." Cen Nanqi stood at the door and replied obediently.

The two dolls look pretty good, that's...

"You are late." The specially-appointed teacher on the podium looked at the hands they held together, had some guesses in his heart, and said with a very serious face.

When I go back, I have to report to the principal that I still have the intention to fall in love during the competition, or just quit, which is a waste of time.

Principal: Ah no, I finally begged them to participate, and you let them quit?You are here to beat me.

"I'm sorry, teacher." Cen Nanqi apologized very sincerely.

"Well, come in, get a paper, and find a seat." After the specially-appointed teacher finished speaking, he looked at the time: "Well... you still have 30 minutes."

All the pens in the class were smoking, and they didn't have time to look up.

After Qi Feng finished writing, he looked up.

Cen Nanqi took two papers, found a seat at random, sat down, and handed one of the papers to Bo Zhixun.

The specially-appointed teacher waited and watched on the podium, and suddenly paused, looking at the two students who came in last.

Don't they take draft paper?

The specially-appointed teacher turned his head, looked at the draft paper next to the paper on the podium, took two sheets, got up, and walked over there.

As Cen Nanqi was writing, a piece of paper was handed over to him suddenly, thinking he was about to do something, he raised his head.

The teacher went back to the podium without saying anything.

Cen Nanqi picked up the paper and turned it over after reading it, and he heard his third brother helplessly say: "Draft paper."

Cen Nanqi finally understood, put the draft paper under it, and continued to write the topic.

Not to mention, it is better to have something to write on.

The specially-appointed teacher on the podium was full of doubts, why didn't the little girl use it?

After Cen Nanqi finished writing the last question, he realized that there were still 5 minutes left, so Cen Nanqi read the paper again.

To be honest, the difficulty of this set of papers is still far behind that of He Lao's.

Being used to He Lao's questions, Cen Nanqi felt that she was thinking too much when doing this paper, and the first thing she did was to look for pitfalls, but it turned out that she was really solid and there were no pitfalls.

"Written?" Noticing that the girl turned over to check, Bo Zhixun also wrote the last answer and asked.

"En." Cen Nanqi replied, and couldn't help but glance at the clock on the wall.

2 minutes left.

Of course the specially-appointed teacher on the podium noticed it. Looking at them turning their faces and seeing other people still writing quickly, such an obvious contrast reminded him suddenly that when he came to this school, the principal and A Guan confession.

Could it be that these are the two good seedlings the headmaster mentioned?

With the end of the last minute, the specially-appointed teacher stood up and said solemnly: "Stop writing, close the paper."

After the papers were collected, everyone seemed to be alive after a catastrophe.

Qi Feng casually turned his pen. This paper is average, and he still has 15 minutes left to finish writing.

The specially-appointed teacher corrected the papers that had just been collected on the spot, and privately found out what the two students had just started to correct.

Looking at the two papers with the same answers but different processes and usage methods, the specially-appointed teacher pondered.

But I still correct the paper seriously, ticking all the way to the end.

Well, no surprises, full marks.