Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

After a fight, even if you win, you will be disheartened in the end.

Jian Ze'an was actually in pain.

After all, it was the first time to fight, even if I mastered the trick later, I was hit more or less a few times.

Just looking at Xia Heran's face as usual, he was unwilling to admit defeat, and tried to maintain the same posture as usual, said goodbye to Xia Heran, and asked the driver at home to pick him up.

While waiting for the driver to come, he desperately took his mobile phone and turned on the mirror to look at his face.

——Really disheartened.

Jian Ze'an didn't bring a tissue with him, so he had to take off his long-sleeved school uniform, and wiped his face twice with the clean inside.

Originally, I wanted to take off the long-sleeved school uniform, so that the dust on the school uniform would not cause the family to notice the strangeness.But after taking off his clothes, he found that there were bruises on his arms from bumps. If this was seen, it would be even more unclear.

I had no choice but to put on my school uniform again, and tried my best to wipe off the black marks on my head, but it was a pity that I couldn't clean it.

...No way, it can only be said that it was caused by physical education class.

The driver came to pick him up. Looking at him like this, he saw that something was wrong and was surprised: "Master Ze'an, what's wrong with you?"

"Physical education class... long jump, covered in sand."

Jian Ze'an used Xia Heran's excuse.

Sure enough, the driver didn't think much of it, and drove him home directly.

Jian Ze'an opened the door of the house, entered the porch and changed his shoes while raising his voice: "Dad! Mom! Brother! Aunt He! I'm back."

"This child."

Mother Jane's reproach sounded.

"You don't look at anyone in the house, you just yell."

"Ah? Are there any guests?"

Jian Zhe'an was a little embarrassed when he heard that, but he looked up to the living room but was shocked. He saw his parents were sitting on the sofa, and there was an acquaintance on the other sofa opposite them: "Zichen, why are you at my house?"

——The boy sitting on the sofa, who else is it not Cheng Zichen?

"My grandpa celebrates his birthday next week, and he's here to send invitations to my uncles, aunts, and brother Zeping."

Cheng Zichen got up from the sofa, walked to the entrance, and reached out to pick up Jian Ze'an's schoolbag.

After looking at it, he frowned: "What happened to you?"

At this moment, Jane's mother also came over, and she was also shocked when she saw Jian Ze'an's disheveled appearance: "How did it happen?"

Jian Ze'an touched his nose with a guilty conscience, and said according to the original plan: "Physical education class, long jump in the sandpit, and then fight with classmates, that's it."

"How old is he and still messing around." Jane's mother patted him on the head, and immediately withdrew her hand, "I touched my hands!"

Looking at Cheng Zichen, who was tall and tall, and looking at her own mud monkey, if she didn't care about Jian Ze'an's face, she really wanted to make this poor son learn from others.

"Okay, go back to the room and change your clothes, wash your face, and then come out and talk to Zichen."

"Hey, I got it!" Jian Ze'an responded, looking at Cheng Zichen curiously, "Yes, Grandpa Cheng is going to celebrate his birthday. But why don't you make a special trip to give me the invitation and I'll bring it back? "

Cheng Zichen looked at him with lowered eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, he didn't know what he was thinking.Hearing the words, he still replied: "The invitation is to invite uncles and aunts, Brother Zeping and your family to go together, and there is another invitation card for Grandpa Jian—if it is convenient for Grandpa Jane. I also came here on behalf of my family. It's too informal to hand it over to you casually."

Hearing this, Jane's mother could not help but glance at him with appreciation.

The Cheng family, who had grown up under his own watch, became more and more outstanding.

What is rare is not only good grades, but also thoughtfulness in dealing with people.

Obviously, based on the relationship between the two families, even if he only gave the invitation to Jian Ze'an, there is nothing to say.But because the elders were involved, they still greeted them in advance and made a special trip to deliver the invitations.

Do enough respect.

"Sit down, Zichen, and eat some fruit. Ze'an still needs to tidy up for a while. Stay for dinner tonight."

Jane's mother dragged Cheng Zichen to the sofa.

"Too disturbing..."

"Why are you being polite to your uncle and aunt? Ze'an has been relying on you to give him tutoring during this time, and you will be embarrassed if you are still so polite."

Jane's father also took the teapot from one side of the coffee table, and filled the three cups on the table with tea: "Sit down, let's talk later."

They all said that, and Cheng Zichen was more respectful than obedient.

Jian Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he got away with it, and ran back to his room to take a shower and change clothes.

His house is in a very tight location in the city center, and every inch of land is very expensive.But Jian's house is still more than 300 square meters, with two households on the first floor, and the north and south are transparent, and the lighting is very good.

For the convenience of going to work and school, the Jane family usually lives here, and occasionally go to the suburban villa for leisure on weekends.On the other side of the villa, Grandpa Jian usually lives - Grandma Jian leaves early.

However, Grandpa Jian also has a restless temperament, wandering around in other places every now and then, and also likes to go back to his hometown.

I have been staying in my hometown for two months now, and it is said that I will come back this month, but I can't say the exact time.

Jian Ze'an took off the dirty clothes, took a shower in the bathroom that came with the room, and washed away all the dust.

It's just that when he took a bath, he encountered a bruise on his body that he didn't know whether it was from Liu Ziqiang or Zhang Tongfei, and he still grinned in pain.

There is a big mirror in the bathroom, and Jian Ze'an looked at the mirror before and after, but it didn't break the skin.It's just that there are bruises on the back, left arm and calf.

...It's time to apply some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Jian Ze'an remembered that there was a medicine box at home, but Aunt He usually kept it.If he asked her for it, he would have to be interrogated about what happened, and he would have to look at his wounds.

If one is not careful, he will be exposed.

He was deliberating whether to go through the medicine cabinet by himself after his family fell asleep at night, or to go to the pharmacy tomorrow and Saturday to buy it himself.

After thinking about this question, he took a shower, took a bath towel to dry his body hastily, then casually put on a large long-sleeved T-shirt and slacks, and returned to the bedroom from the bathroom.

While wiping her hair with a towel, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Jian Ze'an felt nervous, and looked down at his tightly wrapped limbs to make sure that no traces could be exposed, and then he responded, "Come in!"

The door opens.

It turned out to be Cheng Zichen.

Jian Ze'an thought it would be her parents.

"Why did you come to my house? When my parents saw you, they had to drag you from school grades to international situation?"

Cheng Zichen didn't answer, he looked him up and said, "Isn't it hot if you wear so much?"

"Where is it hot? It's all loose."

Cheng Zichen pursed his lips and remained silent for a while.

For some reason, Jian Ze'an felt a little flustered in his heart.

Cheng Zichen looked at him intently, and suddenly asked, "Where is the injury?"

"Injury..." Jian Ze'an said a word subconsciously, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and looked over innocently, "What did you say?"

Cheng Zichen's expression darkened.

When he took a step forward, Jian Ze'an was panicking and retreated instinctively, but his legs were blocked by the bed behind him, and he sat on the edge of the bed all of a sudden.

There was a gap in height between the two of them, but now that they were standing and sitting, it seemed that Jian Ze'an was even a head shorter.

"Your class has no physical education class today."

Cheng Zichen looked at him condescendingly, and only said this.

Jian Ze'an immediately became tongue-tied.

He didn't expect Cheng Zichen to know their class schedule.

——Obviously, Jian Ze'an was lying when she said that the mess on her body was caused by physical education class.

"I...well, I just played with Bai Huo and the others and fell twice, staining my clothes. I'm ashamed to tell my mother..."

Jian Ze'an racked her brains.

However, Cheng Zichen just raised his eyebrows: "Roll up your sleeves, let me see."

His tone is unquestionable, and there is still a trace of solemnity in it.That aura made Jian Ze'an unable to move for a moment, and he looked up at him blankly with his eyes wide open.

Cheng Zichen has always been helpless with his innocent appearance.

Seeing him like this, I don't know whether he is being stubborn or pretending to be stupid.

Cheng Zichen sighed, stretched out his hand, grabbed the arm of the boy sitting on the bed, and rolled up the wide sleeve.

White and raw, like washed and peeled lotus root.

Jian Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was the right hand.

He tried his best to pretend nothing had happened: "Look, nothing happened."

Cheng Zichen didn't speak, and grabbed his other arm.

Jian Ze'an froze, but did not escape.

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing a blue bruise the size of a baby's palm on his forearm.

Because the complexion of that arm was too white, it was even more shocking.

The hand that gripped his wrist tightened.

"What's going on?" Cheng Zichen's voice was deep and cold.

Jian Ze'an rolled his eyes, not knowing what to say.

…Saying that fighting seems to damage his image too much, it seems that he has failed at school, what if Cheng Zichen tells his parents?You must know that what happened to you is completely self-defense.But find another excuse...Cheng Zichen is so sensitive, can he be fooled?

He didn't say anything, but Cheng Zichen became more and more imaginative.

He was holding the wrist of the person in his hand, and Junyi's eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of awe:

"Have you been robbed or robbed? Or are those school bullies in the school dishonest? Who are they? How many people? Where did they get hurt?"

He asked out loudly.

Jian Ze'an was a little surprised.

Cheng Zichen has always been calm and self-possessed. Grandpa Jian once praised this kid for "the mountain collapsed in front of him, but his face remained unchanged" and "has the style of a general".

Jian Ze'an has almost never heard him speak so fast.

Before he could speak in astonishment, the person in front of him was pulling him to get up: "Go to the hospital! Where did it happen? In school or outside school? If you want to monitor, you'd better act quickly..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Jian Ze'an hastily grabbed Cheng Zichen's hem with his other free hand: "Hey - listen to me, it's nothing serious!"

"Ze'an, if you encounter trouble, tell me and my uncles and aunts, you can't hide it from yourself. The more you give in, the more bad guys will get ahead."

Jian Ze'an never thought that he would hear such persuasion, he couldn't laugh or cry:

"What! Zichen, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't dare to speak up after being bullied?"

Cheng Zichen paused, the tension and worry that had suddenly dominated his emotions just now dissipated a little, and when his usual observation ability came back, he noticed the dumbfounding on Faxiao's face.

There is no forbearance, fear or rustling negative emotions.

Half of his heart fell, he let out a sigh of relief, and let go.

"My wrist hurts from you scratching." The boy sitting on the bed even complained, and raised his wrist to show him the red mark that was scratched in a hurry.

Jian Ze'an rubbed his wrists, then waved to him: "I helped Xia Heran find a way to deal with Zhang Tongfei two days ago. How could I be a character of compromise. You think too much."

...not overthinking it.

Cheng Zichen looked at the smile on his face, and sighed softly in his heart.

Just caring is messy.

The author has something to say: Well, Cheng Shen finally came out today.If you don’t come out again, I think you’re all going to be a cult...

By the way, let me talk about the issue of Fanwai, which should mainly focus on the sugar-sprinkling life of Xiaojian and Cheng Shen in the future.After all, the text should end when you are admitted to university.I hope there will be a sideline where Jane and other people cp... Uh, it depends on the situation?After all, the attack of this article is obvious, and I don't particularly want to dismantle my cp.Everyone really wants to read it at that time, maybe write a chapter or two of if line? (Maybe when the time comes, you all fall in love with Cheng Shen and don’t want anyone else, hehe