[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Ke Ai frowned and thought for a while, before answering in a low voice: "I... I don't know either."

"What are you looking at? So serious?"

Jian Zhao abruptly changed the subject, it was useless to talk too much, his strong desire to control made him used to let things happen after he was sure.

The ordinary, warm and ambiguous daily life like now, is as green as the budding flower buds on the pot of gardenia branches on the windowsill.

Youth itself contains recklessness and impulsiveness, wanton and flamboyant.

"Watching the game, Sunlight is very good."

Ke Ai answered obediently, with sparkling eyes, and spent the next 10 minutes talking to Jian Zhao about how good the player he was talking about was, yearning and liking him.

"sleep."

Jian Zhao covered Ke Ai's hairy head, interrupting his chatter.

He didn't want to hear how powerful other people were from this little brat, not at all.

"Oh……"

Ke Ai rubbed the pillow, Jian Zhao didn't let him talk, and soon fell asleep, the sound of even breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet dormitory at night, and there was a slight sense of stability in the tranquility.

On the first night of co-sleeping, Ke Ai slept very deeply, more deeply than ever.

In his previous life, because of his health, even though he lived in the hospital with the best medical conditions, Ke Ai was already prepared to say goodbye to that world.

After he died, he met the little yellow duck, and came to this completely strange world to perform a mission.

He is not from this world, and he always has a sense of uncertainty.

But today was different, changed the dormitory and began to sleep with Jian Zhao, an inexplicable sense of stability lingered in his heart, like a balloon floating in the air, suddenly someone grabbed the string that tied the balloon.

— Generally speaking, the school’s wake-up bell cannot wake up Ke Ai. The two-page alarm clock in the mobile phone and the constant reminder that he will be punished for being late can barely wake up Ke Ai.

The next day, Jian Zhao woke up 5 minutes early and got out of bed lightly, pinching Ke Ai's phone to mute it for him, after washing, he put on a coat over his clothes and walked outside.

Ke Ai rubbed his dreamy sleepy eyes, opened his eyelids in bewilderment, glanced around the dormitory and was still a little confused, subconsciously picked up the phone to check the time.

Suddenly woke up.

Sober sober that even a golden retriever would explode!

It's over, it's over, it's late, it's late...

Ke Ai stuffed his feet into his slippers, went to the bathroom in a 'drum-drum' manner, brushed his teeth in front of the mirror holding the wash cup, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him, he turned his head and saw Jian Zhao walking in.

"Stinky Jianzhao, you didn't even wake me up..."

With water in his mouth, Ke Ai was gurgling and speaking unclearly.

Jian Zhao puts the breakfast on the table, takes off the black disposable mask and throws it into the trash can. Jian Zhao has a slight rhinitis. In this season, there are too many things like pollen and dust, so it will be much better to wear it when going out.

"Breakfast is ready, I'm going to call you when I get back."

Jian Zhao took out the clothes from the washing machine on the balcony to dry, and Ke Ai just packed himself up after finishing it. When he was sitting at the table and preparing to have breakfast, Jian Zhao reached out for a tissue.

The fingertips brushed the corner of Ke Ai's lips, and they were separated as soon as they were touched, as light as a feather falling.

Ke Ai raised his chin slightly to cooperate with Jian Zhao's movements, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"The toothpaste on the corner of the mouth is not wiped clean."

After cleaning up, the paper towels were balled up and thrown into the trash can. Jian Zhao pinched an anchovy shrimp and stuffed it into Ke Ai's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Don't look at me, eat."

After breakfast, the two went to the classroom together. Teacher Du came in just after morning self-study. Teacher Du stood on the podium with a stack of documents in his hand, and patted the desk vigorously, and the classroom became quiet .

"Students, the school will give you a physical examination this morning. When it's our class' turn later, we must be orderly. The bus parked at the east side of the playground will take you to the hospital for physical examination, understand?"

Teacher Du briefly explained that the No. [-] Middle School basically has a physical examination every semester, and they go to hospitals that have a cooperative relationship with No. [-] Middle School.

Jian Zhao was not surprised by this, and casually stuffed a few lollipops in the drawer into the interlayer of the backpack.

Turning around, Ke Ai was lying on the desk, looking at him eagerly.

"what happened?"

"Stinky Jianzhao, I'm afraid..."

Ke Ai whispered, the hospital in his previous life occupied 80.00% of his memory, all kinds of doctors or nurses in white coats, indifferent instruments, and the pungent smell of disinfectant in the air.

It was like a huge cage, covering Ke Ai's heart in darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I will be with you when the time comes."

Jian Zhao patted Ke Ai's back reassuringly, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes, this little brat is really like a child, afraid of drawing blood?When I go to the hospital later and the needle goes in, will I cry out of pain?

Ke Ai kept holding on to Jian Zhao's clothes, and when Teacher Du asked the people in their classroom to leave after more than ten minutes, he didn't let go even when he was going down the stairs.

It's like a sticky little milk cake that can't be torn off.

Jian Zhao deliberately slowed down and waited patiently for Ke Ai to catch up. After getting on the bus, there were only two seats in the last row that were connected together. Ke Ai went in first and sat in the seat by the window. Bao sat next to him.

Inadvertently touched the back of Ke Ai's hand, which was a little colder than usual, Jian Zhao subconsciously opened his hand, and squeezed Ke Ai's hand tightly in his palm, only to realize that Ke Ai's palm was covered with a thin layer of sweat .

The physical examination is just a blood draw. Is there any need to be so afraid?

Jian Zhao rubbed Ke Ai's hair, and asked softly, "Do you know how to hit someone hurts the most?"

"what?"

Seeing the curious light in Ke Ai's eyes, Jian Zhao's indifferent voice slowed down a bit, and he held Ke Ai's slender wrist, gently sliding his index finger on his palm, patiently explaining which one The pain was unbearable when the bone was pressed hard.

It was supposed to be a boring journey, but Jian Zhao patiently explained to Ke Ai the pain of beating someone. Ke Ai seemed to be very interested in this, and he didn't feel bored along the way.

"What else, what else?"

As soon as Jian Zhao finished speaking, he heard Ke Ai's urging voice, glanced at him coldly, and said softly, "It's gone."

"It's gone..."

"You still want to hear?"

Jian Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, the twinkling light in his eyes revealed a bit of danger inadvertently, Ke Ai's body froze, and before Jian Zhao could react, his face was already buried in front of his chest.

Jian Zhao's chin was itchy as the fluffy hair rubbed against it, and a muffled voice came out.

"I don't want to hear it anymore...can I not be beaten..."

Ke Ai's thinking was jumping so fast that Jian Zhao couldn't recover. He rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head to Ke Ai's ear, and said in a low voice, "I will never hit him except in... you."

When these words were said, a large truck happened to roar past the bus they were riding on, and with the ear-piercing sound of its horn, coupled with Jian Zhao's low voice, Ke Ai couldn't hear the previous sentence at all.

I will never bully you except in bed.

Jian Zhao silently repeated what he wanted to say at the bottom of his heart. Seeing Ke Ai's befuddled look, even if he said it, it is estimated that... this poor kid would not understand.

The car stopped at the hospital, and Teacher Du organized the students to get off the car in an orderly manner, and went to the floor where the medical examination was carried out.

— There are six windows all arranged for the physical examination of a middle school student. Jian Zhao stands behind Ke Ai as it should. As time goes by, the people in front leave one by one, and finally it is Ke Ai's turn.

Before, Ke Ai had prepared himself psychologically. He felt that as a man, he would never be afraid of drawing blood.

Sitting on the stool, he pulled up the sleeve of his right hand. His skin was fair, and the blood vessels hidden underneath were clearly visible.

The sudden contact of the skin with the air made Ke Ai's nerves even more tense.

The nurse took the tourniquet and tied it to Ke Ai's arm, and told him to clench his fists, clamp the cotton ball with the inlay, the cotton ball was stained with iodine, and it was cold when it rubbed against the skin. Ke Ai was flustered. outrageous.

The nurse opened a plastic bag and took out the needles inside.

Just as the needle was about to penetrate the skin on Ke Ai's arm, Jian Zhao stepped forward and covered Ke Ai's eyes with his hand.

"Don't be afraid."

Ke Ai was slightly taken aback by the soothing expression in his lowered voice, and the nurse had already finished the operation with just such a dazed effort.

After the nurse put away the needle, Jian Zhao let go of the hand that covered Ke Ai's eyes.

Jian Zhao rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, the muscles on his arms were strong and the lines were smooth, giving him a sense of strength.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, covering Jian Zhao's right eye.

"Don't be afraid."

Ke Ai comforted her in a low voice, her clumsy movements were surprisingly cute.

"Ah."

Jian Zhao responded in a low voice, left his position after the examination, and led Ke Ai to wait in the corridor outside the hospital.

After checking all the people in the class, Teacher Du counted the number of people and got on the previous bus. On the way back, Ke Ai Jianzhao still sat where they came, the last row by the window.

The window was opened a thin slit, and the wind came in along this slit.

The slightly bumpy journey seemed to evoke the deepest tiredness in people's hearts.

After a while, Ke Ai tilted his head and fell asleep leaning on Jian Zhao's chest.

The place to lean on happened to be Jian Zhao's heart.

Jian Zhao reached out to help him adjust his posture so that Ke Ai could sleep more comfortably.

The road behind was still bumpy, and the two of them were sitting in the last row again. Jian Zhao carefully protected Ke Ai, making him lie obediently in his arms, so that he would not bump into the window or the edge of the seat. handrails.

Careful and meticulous, there is a bit of tenderness in the silence.

It belongs to Ke Ai alone.