Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

Shen Xi frowned slightly, a hint of impatience revealed between his brows, and slowly raised his head.

The moment his eyes met Song Yian, the impatience on his face eased a little, but he still looked cold, as if he had built an invisible barrier around him, keeping people away.

"What's up?"

Shen Xi's voice was cold and without a trace of warmth.

Song Yian gently placed the book in his hand on Shen Xi's desk. The corner of the book lightly touched the table, making a slight sound.

"Your book."

His voice was gentle and calm, like a spring breeze.

"Thank you."

Shen Xi's answer was brief and cold. He then put on the Bluetooth headphones on his ears, and the sound of music instantly blocked out the noise from the outside world.

"Anything else?" Shen Xi's eyes revealed a hint of indifference. "No."

Song Yian shook his head slightly.

Shen Xi said "oh" and fell asleep on the table. His hair was a little messy, but it added a bit of casualness.

Song Yian glanced at him and left, but just that one glance increased his favorability by 5%.

Shen Xi didn't care about anyone's opinions and slept all day.

He had already memorized all that knowledge, so there was no point in listening to it a few more times.

What's more, the original owner's personality was originally a poor student. If I suddenly became a person who loves to study, that would arouse suspicion.

Because we have to do general cleaning on Wednesday afternoons, there are no evening self-study classes every Wednesday at the affiliated high school.

Shen Xi left with his schoolbag as soon as the class was over. He had to rent an old and run-down house nearby to disguise his true identity.

Shen Xi had just rented a house and was about to return to the Shen family when he heard some people talking. The voices were faint, but carried a hint of something unusual.

"Good students should have a lot of money, so spend some of it."

His tone was full of greed and arrogance. Song Yian was surrounded in a corner by a group of bad boys. He looked at everyone with cold eyes, without any fear in his eyes.

"Don't stare at us like that. If you pay us some money, you'll suffer less."

The wretched yellow-haired man casually turned the dagger in his hand. The dagger flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if threatening Song Yian in front of him.

Song Yian looked at the five or six people standing in front of him.

His eyes became colder and his fists clenched tighter, as if ready to explode at any moment.

Just when he was about to make a move, a voice made him stop.

"What are you doing?"

Everyone looked towards the entrance of the alley. Shen Xi was wearing the black and white striped school uniform of the affiliated high school and carrying a black backpack in one hand.

The yellow-haired man looked Shen Xi up and down and felt that he was a stranger. In addition, Shen Xi was not that tall, so the yellow-haired man did not take him seriously at all.

He spat casually.

"Get away, you have nothing to do here."

Shen Xi looked at Song Yian who was trapped in the corner. In his eyes, Song Yian's cold expression looked aggrieved.

Shen Xi couldn't bear it any longer, so he took a few steps forward and threw his schoolbag at the yellow-haired man's face.

Shen Xi's action of throwing the bag instantly angered Huang Mao. Huang Mao shouted angrily and stabbed Shen Xi with a dagger.

Shen Xi quickly dodged to the side and kicked the yellow-haired man hard on the wrist, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

Seeing this, the other bad boys roared and rushed towards Shen Xi. Shen Xi was not afraid at all. He dodged left and right flexibly, and seized an opportunity to punch a bad boy in the face, causing the boy to bleed from his nose.

Then, Shen Xi made another roundhouse kick, hitting another bad boy in the abdomen, sending him back several steps.

Shen Xi's eyes were sharp and his movements were decisive and quick as he continuously fought back against the attacks of the bad boys.

Song Yian originally wanted to go up and help, but the battle was over in less than three minutes, and he had no chance to get involved.

After making those threats, the gang of thugs fled.

The peak of Shen Xi's fist was stained with blood because he hit so hard.

There was also a red mark on his slender wrist, which was caused by an accidental scratch.

"Are you OK?"

Shen Xi picked up the schoolbag on the ground and put it back on his back.

Song Yian shook his head with a smile on his face.

"No, thank you."

His eyes swept across the scars on Shen Xi's hands, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"It should be painful."

He took two steps forward and grabbed Shen Xi's hand.

"Let me take you to buy medicine."

Shen Xi followed his gaze and looked at the wounds on his hands.

"If you hadn't told me I wouldn't have noticed it. It doesn't hurt at all."

"You still have to buy it. It would be bad if you get infected."

Before Shen Xi could refuse, Song Yian took him to a nearby pharmacy.

He took a bottle of disinfectant alcohol and a Band-Aid.

But when I was about to pay, I felt embarrassed.

Song Yian rummaged through his schoolbag for a long time but couldn't find his cell phone and wallet.

It took me a while to remember that I left in such a hurry this afternoon that I forgot my cell phone and wallet on the desk in the classroom.

Song Yian's face showed embarrassment, but Shen Xi thought that he didn't even have the money to buy medicine, and his face was filled with heartache.

He went out without bringing cash and had planned to pay with his mobile phone. However, when he opened his bag, he found that his mobile phone had been broken when he had hit the man, just when he had placed it in the bag.

The system has crashed.

The two of them walked out of the pharmacy empty-handed in silence.

Shen Xi thought Song Yian was too poor and couldn't even afford medicine.

Song Yian thought Shen Xi was too poor and didn't even have a cell phone.

The two of them misunderstood each other and each thought the other was too poor.