Little Dumb and the Twins

Xiao Ya followed Jiang Xingchen down the stairs. He was so thin that he followed Jiang Xingchen like his little follower.

The little mute like a small follower stared at Jiang Xingchen's heels as he walked, and the students around him whispered in surprise. After all, they were both celebrities in the first middle school——

A proud son of many stars.

A notoriously dumb.

After leaving the teaching building, Jiang Xingchen paused for a step, and brought the little mute behind him to a position parallel to him, "What do you want to eat?"

Even though he knew that this was a very normal action for boys of the same age, Xiao Ya still felt hot on his face.

The feeling of hanging shoulders with boys is too strange...too strange.

Jiang Xingchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, searched for a food map around the school, handed it to Xiao Ya and said, "Choose one."

Xiao Ya looked at the screen but was absent-minded. The warmth from the boy's palm unexpectedly spread to his shoulders through the thin school uniform.

Looks like it's going to burn you.

"Be careful!" But at this moment, an exclamation came from beside him.

Before Xiao Ya could react, Jiang Xingchen pushed him away vigorously.

There was a sound of broken porcelain, and a pot of baby's breath fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

Xiao Ya subconsciously raised his head to look upstairs, only to see a figure flash by the window on the fourth floor.

That's... the classroom of Class One, Senior Three.

There were a few more exclamations.Xiao Ya was brought back to his senses, only then did he realize that Jiang Xingchen's arm was scratched by debris, and blood flowed all over his arm.

A group of injured people hurriedly left the scene of the incident, and someone said, "What should I do, the school hospital hasn't opened yet!"

"The school infirmary won't open until tomorrow!"

"Who knows the nearest small clinic near the school..."

Xiao Ya's expression began to become anxious. He knew that the nearest small clinic to the No. [-] Middle School was opened by an old grandfather on a shortcut on his way home.

But he couldn't speak, he could only look at the crowd, opened his mouth weakly, but couldn't make a sound.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and the next second he let go of his feet and ran wildly, rushing out of the school.

Xiao Ya couldn't remember the last time he ran so fast. It might have been during the elementary school sports meeting. No boy in the class could participate in the sprint competition. The teacher insisted on his name because he couldn't refuse.

Xiao Ya ran to the small clinic run by the old man. While running, he took out a small notebook and wrote "alcohol gauze" on it. This may be the ugliest word he has ever written in his life.

When Xiao Ya came back from shopping panting, she found that Jiang Xingchen, who was surrounded by everyone's concern, already had gauze in his hand.

A beautiful girl was treating his wound with a stern expression. She swiped the cotton swab across Xiao Ya's heart, who was watching from a distance.

What is it like again.

So bitter...so disliked.