After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Because of the centralized recording and closed management, the program team invited doctors to the trainees and equipped a special infirmary. Usually, everyone would go there to get medicine for any minor illness or pain.

The last time Chi Qiao gave Song Wenxing the stomach-strengthening and eliminating food tablets, he entrusted the selection officer to help him go to the infirmary to get them.

However, the one who rushed to the infirmary faster than Song Wenxing's people was the rumor that "Song Wenxing ran out without wearing pants after taking a shower".

When Song Wenxing and Yin Jun stepped on their slippers in a hurry, and Piaji Piaji rushed to the infirmary, Chi Qiao was sitting on the hospital bed leaning against the head of the bed.

His injured leg was lying on the bed, his shoes and socks were taken off, and his ankle was extremely swollen.

There was an unexpected person sitting beside the bed, Zhuo Yixiao.

Rushed into the door of the infirmary and saw Chi Qiao, Song Wenxing slammed on the brakes.

Hearing the sound, Chi Qiao raised his head, saw Song Wenxing, and was about to speak when he saw Song Wenxing staring straight at his feet.

Song Wenxing's nose became sore and his eyes turned red.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Chi Qiao, who was still in a low mood, panicked when she saw Song Wenxing's eyes were red, and tried to stand up while holding onto the bed.

Zhuo Yixiao pushed him back: "Sit down, don't move."

"You're really, Chi Qiao hasn't cried yet, but you started howling." Yin Jun pulled two pieces of paper from the side and handed them to Song Wenxing.

"I just think Qiao Qiao is too unlucky. I want to help him get hurt." Song Wenxing took the paper from Yin Jun and blew his nose vigorously.

"I'm fine." Chi Qiao looked at him gently, "Don't worry about me."

Zhuo Yixiao raised his eyebrows, and let out an inquiring snort from his nasal cavity: "Song Wenxing, I heard that your dick..."

"Quickly shut up!" Sensitively catching the word "chicken", Song Wenxing flicked the snot paper in his hand and flew up to cover his mouth, "Old Zhuo, how can you be selfish! Now you care about me When it was chicken?! Now everyone cares about Jojo's feet!"

Unexpectedly, Song Wenxing would attack suddenly, Zhuo Yixiao hated it to death, and hid while screaming: "Ah! Your hand! Snot! Damn!..."

"Zhuo Yixiao, don't provoke him, he will really jump up and cut you if you are in a hurry." Yin Jun, who had just been scratched, reminded him kindly, then turned to ask the doctor, "Doctor, what's the condition of Chi Qiao's feet? "

"It's not very optimistic. It's quite swollen." The doctor who had been sitting by the side watching the play said, "Chi Qiao, you'd better stop dancing for the next week, or you'll hurt even worse."

"One week?!" Yin Jun frowned, "But we are only ten days away from the stage performance, and this is our first stage!"

"That won't work either," said the doctor flatly.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Song Wenxing was not in a hurry to compete with Zhuo Yixiao for chickens, and quickly asked Chi Qiao: "What's going on? Where did you fall? How did you fall?"

"I fell down at the public drinking water facility." Chi Qiao replied lightly. Seeing that Song Wenxing's wet hair was still dripping, she couldn't help frowning slightly, "Wen Xing, why didn't you wipe your hair dry?" Running over here? It’s such a cold day, what if I catch a cold?”

He came in a hurry just now, and Song Wenxing didn't care about hair care or not. He quickly rinsed off the foam on his head with water, wiped it casually, and rushed to the infirmary with Yin Jun with his wet hair.

Song Wenxing himself didn't care, but Chi Qiao noticed it unexpectedly.

"Boys have short hair, so you don't need to blow it. You can do it yourself later." Song Wenxing stretched out his hand and scratched his hair casually, "Is now the time to worry about my hair?! Now is the time to worry about your feet!"

"What's going on?" Yin Jun asked, "Why did you fall down?"

Chi Qiao recounted to them what happened just now.

It turned out that Chi Qiao practiced late in the classroom as usual.Before returning to the dormitory, he went to the public drinking water facility at the corner of the corridor to drink water as usual.

In order to take care of the trainees, the whole building is lit all night on weekdays.But tonight, for some reason, the lights in the corridor were turned off.

There was no light and no mobile phone to use as a flashlight, so Chi Qiao went all the way in the dark, but unexpectedly stepped on a puddle of water in front of the drinking water equipment, and slipped accidentally.

"How did you step on the water?" Song Wenxing frowned, did someone splash water there?

Chi Qiao shook his head: "I don't know either. Usually the land is dry, so I didn't pay attention. Fortunately, Yixiao didn't leave. He heard the sound and saw that I fell, so he hurriedly took me away. Back to the infirmary."

Zhuo Yixiao leaned back against the chair, crossed his arms and sneered, "It's your luck, otherwise you might have to lie there alone until tomorrow morning before anyone finds out."

"Is there any other discomfort besides the feet?" Song Wenxing asked anxiously.

"When I fell, I landed on my butt and hit my tailbone." Chi Qiao was a little embarrassed, "Just... I'm fine, don't worry."

"The tailbone?!" Song Wenxing opened his eyes wide, it was terrible, how painful it must be, "Do you want to go to the hospital to take a picture?"

"It's fine." Chi Qiao shook her head, "It will be fine after two days."

"You still want to save money at this time?" Zhuo Yixiao sneered, "If the tailbone breaks, I don't think you will be able to dance for the rest of your life."

"Zhuo Yixiao, can't you be more tactful?" Yin Jun looked at Zhuo Yixiao unhappily, "You have a good heart, but you have to say something ugly."

"You play brotherly love yourself, why bring me?" Zhuo Yixiao asked back.

"Why are you arguing? Are you elementary school chicks?" Song Wenxing was annoyed to death. He interrupted them and looked at Chi Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, can you still go?"

"It's possible..." Chi Qiao supported the edge of the bed with one hand, supported his body to stand up, and reluctantly took a step.

Seeing Chi Qiao struggling, Song Wenxing hurried to help him: "Don't, don't, don't go."

"Go back to the dormitory first." Zhuo Yixiao also stood up, picked up Chi Qiao's coat hanging on the back of the chair, glanced at Chi Qiao, and stretched out a hand to him impatiently.

"...Huh?" Chi Xiao looked puzzled at the hand he extended to him, "You want to carry me back?"

"Otherwise?" Zhuo Yixiao asked back, "You want Song Wenxing to carry you? His small body should not be crushed to death by you."

Song Wenxing: "..."

"I'll carry you." Yin Jun just didn't like Zhuo Yixiao's aggressiveness, so he walked up to Chi Qiao and squatted down with his back to him, "Come on, Mr. Qiao, come up."

Chi Qiao wondered: "Yin Jun, I think you might not be able to carry me..."

Yin Jun: "Who do you look down on! Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Seeing Yin Jun's insistence, Chi Qiao had no choice but to lie on Yin Jun's back.

Zhuo Yixiao snorted again, folded his arms and stood beside him, with an expression of watching a play.

"Sit still, I'm going to get up." Yin Jun said, "I'm very strong..."

Before he finished speaking, he exerted all his breastfeeding energy and lifted it up——

As a result, I didn't get up.

Yin Jun: "?"

Chi Qiao: "Or, I still..."

Yin Jun: "Wait, I didn't play well just now."

Yin Jun supported Chi Qiao on his back, gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up.

However, after trying several times, it seemed to be nailed in place, motionless.

For the last time, Yin Jun blushed and the veins on his neck bulged. He yelled, "Drink!"

This time he got up, but because of too much force, he almost fell to the ground with Chi Qiao.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yixiao, who was next to him, was still watching them after watching the play.

He grabbed Chi Qiao to prevent him from falling again, but Yin Jun, who was left alone, rushed out under the influence of inertia, and fell like a shit: "Ouch!"

Song Wenxing next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Jun, let Lao Zhuo help."

Yin Jun got up in embarrassment: "I can't even carry Mr. Qiao on my back, how could he..."

Then, he watched Zhuo Yixiao lightly hugging Chi Qiao like a princess hugging a little chicken.

Yin Jun: "..."

Song Wenxing: "...Old Zhuo?"

Chi Qiao: "This pose..."

Zhuo Yixiao had disgust written all over his face: "You think I want to hug you in this position? What if I touch your tailbone later? Don't scream when your butt hurts."

Song Wenxing: "...There is no need to use such shameful words!"

Chi Qiao stopped talking.

He leaned against Zhuo Yixiao's arms, closed his eyes, and quietly pretended to be a dead Sleeping Beauty.

So, Princess Zhuo Yixiao carried Chi Qiao all the way back to the dormitory, and Song Wenxing and Yin Jun followed closely behind them like two stone lions guarding the gate.

On the way, Yin Jun was unwilling to murmur: "I can't tell Mr. Qiao, you are so thin and so heavy, so you don't eat so much for nothing every day. Zhuo Yixiao is also a monster, so he doesn't feel heavy?!"

Hearing this, Song Wenxing sighed.

He walked around to Yin Jun, stretched out his hand and patted Yin Jun's chest: "After all, Lao Zhuo's chest muscles are bigger than your ex-girlfriend."

Yin Jun: "..."

Zhuo Yixiao: "..."

Chi Qiao, who was leaning against Zhuo Yixiao's arms and planning to pretend to be dead all the way back to the dormitory, couldn't hold back and let out a puff.

Back in the dormitory, Song Wenxing and Yin Jun were busy with changing clothes and footwashing water.

Although Chi Qiao declared "I'm fine" many times, Song Wenxing immediately responded with one sentence: "When you say something is wrong, you will probably be paraplegic."

On the way, many trainees who hadn't slept came to visit, some came to see Chi Qiao's injury, and some came to care about Song Wenxing's chicken.

Among them, Lan Xiaoying shouted the most.

He had been asleep long ago, but when he heard that Song Wenxing was in the middle of taking a shower, he jumped out without putting on his trousers, and he woke up laughing in his dream. !"

"Chicks, chickens, chickens, I know chickens! Why are you full of yellow waste!" Song Wenxing was furious, drove them all out, and closed the door of the dormitory, "Don't you have any!? In the cage!"

Sitting on the bed, Chi Qiao looked at Song Wenxing, hesitated to speak: "Wenxing, no matter what happens next time, you must remember to put on your pants..."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Song Wenxing hugged his head in pain: "I beg you all to forget about this, I don't want to be on tomorrow's hot search with my dick..."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow’s hot search: #宋闻星不装裙裙##宋闻星鸡儿#

I've been very busy recently, so the update time may be a little later.But I have already saved tomorrow's draft, proud, hehe