The tablemate is sick and delicate

"Brother Dong! Are you still playing today? I have to win back the three points from last time!" When Xia Dong was about to return to the classroom, the monitor of the next class called him and handed him a piece of chewing gum.

Xia Dong stopped, took his hand out of his pocket to pick up the chewing gum, then stuffed it into his mouth, speaking unclearly: "I have something to do after school, let's do it another day."

He is very popular in school, mainly because he always helps people in his school to stand out, as long as people outside the school provoke students from their school, whether Xia Dong recognizes them or not, as long as he meets them, he will help and beat them up.

According to Xia Dong's words, it is:

"In the future, as long as someone in the school gets blocked, they will come to Class [-] to find me. I will beat you back one by one without any payment. The people in my school will cover me up. One bottle of water can solve the problem. If it doesn't work, just two bottles. "

Since then, Xia Dong has become famous in their high school. This sentence has been spread crazy by people in the school, and some little girls have just begun to fall in love with it.

As long as people in the school are being bullied, Xia Dong can help. Afterwards, just buy a bottle of water or buy a pack of 20 yuan cigarettes. He never accepts anything else.

When Xia Dong returned to the class, he subconsciously looked towards the window. Lu Sanqi was supposed to be copying the notes on the blackboard, looked up for a while, and then buried himself in writing.

He walked over unsteadily, and pulled the pen in Lu Sanqi's hand. The pen and ink left a series of traces on the paper, leaving a small tail for the sentence Lu Sanqi just finished writing.

"Stop writing idiots." Xia Dong stuffed the pen into his sweater pocket, and glanced at the notes Lu Sanqi had just taken.

Lu Sanqi was taking notes just now, because the teacher was lecturing too fast, he couldn't keep up, and he was used to writing down what the teacher wrote on the blackboard in his notebook, so he would miss what the teacher said.

He didn't understand why the school bully took away his pen and didn't let him write.

Xia Dong didn't intend to return the pen to him. He supported the wall with one hand and Lu Sanqi's shoulder with the other, and returned to his position smoothly.

Lu Sanqi didn't move when he was pressed, and his shoulders relaxed when he saw Xia Dong sitting on the bench.

He was afraid that Xia Dong would fall.

Xia Dong silently recollected the feeling of the hand just now. He didn't expect that Lu Sanqi looked so thin, but he was actually quite strong.

Lu Sanqi closed his eyes, as if making up his mind: "Xia Dong."

Is the little deskmate calling him?

Xia Dong turned to look at his deskmate who was also looking at him. Three seconds later, Lu Sanqi was the first to turn his head back, his ears blushing.

"Don't do this next time, it's dangerous." Lu Sanqi said.

Hey, this doesn't look like an autistic child, he cares about people.Xia Dong chuckled, but said nothing.

Lu Sanqi stared at the neatly written notebook in front of him but was damaged by the little tail, and continued.

"The teacher told you."

What Lu Sanqi said was declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences. He was very sensitive and sharp.

He knew that Xia Dong heard it, but Xia Dong didn't answer his words. He watched Xia Dong put the math book in his schoolbag, then took out the tattered English book for a long time, and turned to the unit that the teacher taught last time. , Xia Dong also stroked the curled corner of the book with his hands, but when he let go of the finger, the corner of the book curled again, and Xia Dong gave up smoothing it out.

Lu Sanqi panicked, he could feel cold sweat on his forehead and back, his head was buzzing, he wanted to repeat it again, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, a hand appeared on his arm, and he gently squeezed Lu Sanqi's arm.

"Does it still hurt?" Lu Sanqi heard Xia Dong ask.

He shook his head mechanically, and then he couldn't hear anything, and the noise of his classmates gradually became ethereal. Lu Sanqi knew that the teacher told Xia Dong that the wound he tried so hard to hide was still exposed. In front of others, he felt that he was extremely embarrassed at the moment, like a wounded dog in the water.

When he was in junior high school, many people called him crazy. It turns out that after four years, nothing has changed. He... is still that crazy.

Lu Sanqi buried her face in her hands, her forehead was covered with sweat.

Xia Dong saw his little deskmate covering his face, his body trembling a little, and the hair on his temples was a little wet.

Fuck?Cried?

Xia Dong stretched out his hand and touched Lu Sanqi's hair. He felt the body of the man under him stiffen. At this moment, Xia Dong yanked his hand down!

Lu Sanqi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, the buzzing sound in his ears disappeared, the distant voices of his classmates also felt real, and the cold sweat stopped running down. At this moment, he heard Xia Dong talking next to his ear.

"Crying now? Like a little girl." Xia Dong didn't feel that he was cheap at all, and he didn't feel guilty about his atrocities, so he complained about Lu Sanqi.

Lu Sanqi put down his hands, his eyes were red, then he stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, which was still in pain, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't cry."

"Then why are you covering your face?" Xia Dong also stretched out his hand to rub Lu Sanqi's head, after all, it hurts a lot.

Lu Sanqi was silent.

Xia Dong was impatient, he couldn't bear the whining of others: "This little girl is still dumb." Xia Dong sneered.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll get sick? Don't you think I'm mentally ill..." Lu Sanqi lowered her head.

Xia Dong really suspects that his deskmate doesn't have autism or social phobia at all. This is a typical fucking glass heart and mental retardation!

He sighed helplessly: "But you are already healed. Before when Lao Deng patted your shoulder, you didn't hurt when I touched your arm. You are really a glass heart."

After Lu Sanqi heard this sentence, his eyes suddenly became clear, and the symptoms of social anxiety disappeared completely. He felt that Xia Dong's words were like a hemp rope, pulling him back from the cliff. Sanqi thoroughly understands that he can already communicate with people normally, and he can also blend in with the crowd, so why bother.

Lu Sanqi stared blankly at the short-cut boy next to him, he was really good-looking.

Xia Dong opened the window, turned around, and saw Xiao Glass Heart's tablemate staring at him blankly, Xia Dong carefully noticed that Lu Sanqi's eyes were no longer red, and he would not continue to shed cold sweat.

How could he really think that Lu Sanqi was crying? In fact, he knew that Lu Sanqi's social phobia had happened again. Although it was immoral to bring back the deskmate from the brink of collapse, Xia Dong knew that it was useful.

"What are you looking at, am I so handsome? Don't fall in love with me, I'm straight." Xia Dong teased unscrupulously.

Lu Sanqi pursed her lips, turned her gaze back silently, then suddenly remembered something, turned slightly sideways and reached into the sweater pocket on Xia Dong's stomach, took out the pen that was just taken away, and continued to copy notes , The seemingly calm movement, but the tip of the ear is quietly red.

Xia Dong shrugged, thinking that Lu Sanqi was quite interesting and easy to bully, and he was not angry when his hair was pulled.

The roots of the ears are soft, and it will hurt my wife in the future.