After transmigrating into Shamat's male supporting role

Outside the supermarket, Chu Xingci finished paying the bill and waited for a while before Gu Heng came out.

"What did you do? Why don't you see me?"

"Buy chewing gum." Gu Heng's voice was flat.

Only people who are very familiar with him can hear it. Now his voice seems cold, but in fact it can be called gentle.

Gu Heng stared at Chu Xingci's eyes.

Those eyes were clear and bright, the pupils were a light tea-gold color, the eyelashes were long and long, and the end of the eyes was darker in color, as if painted with dark eyeshadow, making his eyes even deeper.

Very beautiful eyes.

But his eyesight is so horrible that he would like such a girl.

The long staring made Chu Xingci feel strange, he touched his face, wondering: "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Gu Heng continued to look at him, and said, "I want to wash your eyes."

Chu Xingci:? ? ?

What did he say out of nowhere?

Gu Heng withdrew his gaze: "Let's go."

"Wait." Chu Xingci lowered his head, took out a box from the bag full of snacks, and stuffed it into Gu Heng's hand, "Medicine."

The words "erythromycin ointment" were written on the paper box stuffed into his hand.

"Wipe this antiseptic, and the wound will heal quickly."

Gu Heng pursed his lips and looked at the box of ointment, as if he froze.

Coupled with his usual expressionless face, it looks like he is disgusted with what is in his hand.

"What's your reaction? Don't?"

As he spoke, Chu Xingci stretched out his hand to take it back.

Gu Heng hurriedly avoided: "Yes."

He opened the box, took out the ointment, and was ready to apply it immediately.

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing all the injuries on the elbows.

Although the large area of ​​scratches has scabbed over, the visual effect is still shocking, and there are some scars in some places that look like sharp objects.

Fortunately, all the wounds were scabbed, and there was no sign of bleeding infection.

Chu Xingci looked shocked.

As described in the original book, the Gu family is intricately rooted and powerful, and exists on the tip of a pyramid.

How many shady secrets are behind such a behemoth?

As the sole heir of the family, Gu Heng has been exposed to a lot of things in black areas at a young age, so it is quite normal for him to be injured.

He didn't think there was anything when he was reading a book, but when the words turned into living people and appeared in front of him, he always felt uncomfortable.

Gu Heng held the ointment in his injured hand, and applied the ointment to himself with the other hand.

I don't know if it's because he has never done these things before or what, but his actions are inexplicably at a loss.

It seems that something messed up my heart, so that I was absent-minded when I applied the medicine.

A tube of medicine was messed up by him.

Chu Xingci took the ointment: "Give it to me, I will help you."

The yellow ointment was squeezed into his hand, Chu Xingci took the medicine in one hand, and applied the medicine in the other, with gentle movements.

The warm fingertips carried the cold ointment, carefully smearing his wound.

Occasionally, the fingertips touched his uninjured skin, and the touch was distinct, and even made him feel a little hot.

Gu Heng lowered his eyes. He was half a head taller than Chu Xingci. Looking at it from this angle, Chu Xingci's excessively long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he observed the wound.

The flapping motion swept over his heart like a feather, itching badly.

Gu Heng subconsciously clenched his fingers, as if he wanted to grab something.

"done."

When the clear and clear boy's voice sounded, Gu Heng suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away.

Chu Xingci raised his head, put the ointment back into his hand, and said, "It doesn't seem to be infected. Check again in two days. If it is infected, you can't be so casual. You have to go to the hospital to bandage it."

Gu Heng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he responded, "Yes."

"Let's go, it's still early for class, go back to the dormitory and sleep."

"Ah."

"Also, the body is your own, don't take it seriously."

He took a deep breath, and it took him a while to say: "Yes."

-

In the dormitory, Chu Xing resigned and went back to his dormitory to rest.

Gu Heng pushed open the door of his dormitory, looked up and saw Cheng Jianing sitting on the chair.

Seeing Gu Heng's rolled up sleeves and the thin layer of ointment on his arm, Cheng Jianing raised his eyebrows: "Tsk tsk, when did Brother Heng take this injury seriously? Why are you still applying medicine today?"

Gu Heng didn't answer, he still had a cold face, but after years of getting along, Cheng Jianing could easily see that he was in a great mood.

Cheng Jianing sighed quietly, took out his mobile phone, and said deliberately: "I went to your class this morning, and by the way, I added Chu Xingci's WeChat."

"Give it to me." Gu Heng immediately stretched out his hand.

Cheng Jianing looked at him without speaking, and just looked at him with the kind of teasing eyes that all boys understand, as if he was asking with his eyes: What's going on?Come on and tell me.

Gu Heng suddenly laughed.

That laughter, how should I put it, is very angry.

Rarely seen in a hundred years.

Cheng Jianing couldn't believe that this coquettish laughter was made by Gu Heng.

"Hurry up, what's going on?"

Gu Heng suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you think he is beautiful?"

"Beautiful? You use this kind of word to describe him? If he is a boy, he is called handsome or handsome."

Gu Heng did not refute.

But in his opinion, that is beautiful.

A bright and bright smile, curved eyes that seem to be shining, and a cheerful and wanton curvature of the corners of the mouth.

It was really beautiful, so beautiful that he took a look at it, and he was attracted and couldn't look away anymore.

His appearance has already told Cheng Jianing what's going on.

Cheng Jianing's expression became serious, and his tone became serious: "The key, is he?"

The post about Chu Xingci's crazily pursuing the school beauty is still hanging on the post bar.

Gu Heng lowered his eyes, hiding a trace of madness in his eyes: "Does it have something to do with it?"

"I'll let him be."

-

During the students' lunch break, the Office of the Academic Affairs Office was still noisy.

Song Li's desk slapped loudly: "Turn on the surveillance, in the afternoon in front of the whole class, I see the evidence, how can he argue."

"No, you can't adjust the school's monitoring if you want." The dean refused sharply, already impatient with Song Li's endless pestering.

It's just a test that can't be any smaller. Is it necessary to hold on to it?

The head teacher, Liu Wang, was also there, and suggested softly: "Director, why don't you adjust the monitoring and find out what the truth is. If the child really copied it, ask him to apologize. If he didn't copy it, then he should be cleared." .”

"Why are you innocent? Mr. Liu, you mean that I framed him? It happened that he was standing by the podium, and he wrote a full score. Who could it be? Could it be that there is a genius student hidden in your class F?" Tyrant?" Song Li sneered coldly.

The dean sighed: "Stop arguing, I still say the same thing, it's impossible to adjust the monitoring."

Mr. Chu has already personally called and told him to deal with this matter well, so that the young master cannot be wronged.

If the monitoring is adjusted, there will be conclusive evidence that Chu Xingci plagiarized. Song Li will definitely not let this matter go, and will punish Chu Xingci without hesitation. He can't let this happen.

In his heart, he had already decided that Chu Xingci cheated. After all, a person with a total score of 35 in the high school entrance examination, besides cheating, how else could he get a full score in the exam?

So as long as the monitoring was adjusted, and Song Li had evidence, Chu Xingci would definitely be finished immediately, so the monitoring could not be adjusted, and there was no need to adjust it.

The dean coughed, and said, "Otherwise, Mr. Song, let's take a step back. And you, don't transfer to the monitoring, and don't hold Chu Xingci back. I'll tell the principal to transfer you out of class F." , teach other classes, do you think it will work?"

Song Li was originally impatient, but when she heard about the transfer, her expression changed instantly, and she tried incredulously: "Can you really transfer?"

To put it bluntly, Yingcai is still in the business of the rich.

In order to make those wealthy people willing to pay huge tuition fees to send their children to school, even though the students in Class F are garbage in their eyes, they have always enjoyed the best teachers because of the money.

What is the treatment for Class [-], what is the treatment for Class F, the best teacher in each subject of the school, only teaches Class [-] and Class F, this is the school's dead rule.

In the past, she was the head teacher of Class [-], and she felt honored to mention this title.

But she also had to lead the most trashy class F.

How happy it is to be in class one, and how painful it is to be in class F. God knows how much she wanted to get rid of the hot potato of class F, but unfortunately she never succeeded.

If it is said that as long as Chu Xingci is not pursued today, the shift can be transferred, then she does not seem to be unacceptable.

The director patted his chest and promised: "As long as you don't pursue this matter, I will have a way to transfer you."

"Don't let me teach class F, but I'm still the head teacher of class one?"

"Yes."

Without further ado, Song Li immediately agreed, "Okay, I won't bring up this matter again in the future."

When it comes to her own interests, she is very happy.

Teacher Li frowned after listening to the two people's words: "Director, I still think the monitoring should be adjusted..."

"Okay, Teacher Liu, I'm protecting the students in your class, why are you so picky?"

Is this guard?

The students knew about cheating, so how would the students guess if they didn't pursue such a vague sentence?

Teacher Liu still wanted to say something, but the two of them no longer gave him a chance to speak.

The dean thought that he had solved a major matter, he was relaxed physically and mentally, and was ready to rest.

Song Li got rid of Class F and didn't care about the morning's affairs, she was in a very good mood.

Before leaving, Song Li taunted Teacher Liu: "You should also take good care of the group of people in class F, and don't make such disgusting things happen in the monthly exam. It won't be so easy to solve at that time."

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and remained silent.

Yingcai is the fastest gossip passer.

During class in the afternoon, some well-informed students already knew that Song Li would no longer teach Class F.

"It's okay to cheat, but it's a bit powerful to force the teacher away."

"What's his background? Does no one know?"

"The surname is Chu, could it be the Chu family from Guanhai Hotel?"

"Are you kidding? Mr. Chu's nephew is Chu Wenchi from Class [-], and Chu Wenchi has never talked to him. He can't be Mr. Chu's son. Besides, didn't the post say he was an orphan? He himself said it admittedly."

Speaking of Post Bar, a group of people discussed more intensely.

"Do you think the content on the post bar is true? Chu Xingci was really like that before, my God."

"My No. [-] middle school classmate said that the students in their school really hate Chu Xingci. Few people pay attention to him. He just hangs out with a group of gangsters in society, going to nightclubs all day long."

"The kind of virtue in the past, now people pretend to be like dogs."

A group of people gossiped in full swing.

Outside the crowd, a voice came in: "Why is he pretending?"

"I just passed the exam in the morning, I haven't copied yet..." Halfway through the sentence, the boy noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions of the people around him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head.

Standing behind him were Chu Xingci and Gu Heng, with calm expressions and dark eyes.

The boy's legs were weak for a moment and he couldn't stand up.