The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Xie Ting's arms were stretched half open, and the boy's normally indifferent face was full of colorful expressions, including surprise, anticipation, and bewilderment.

After Bian Jing tried his best, the energy in his body was exhausted.

Not a drop.

So when the dizziness came and he knocked his face down, his consciousness began to blur.

In the end, he hit a hard bone, and the teeth hit the bone, which was transmitted from the palate to the skull, and finally formed an echo in the skull in the brain. He still remembers it.

"Hold!"

Xie Ting didn't even have time to support the side viewer, the man became dizzy, dizzy and dizzy, he didn't close his mouth when he opened his mouth to inhale, and the knock broke his collarbone.

From a distance, this scene is simply weird.

I saw the school bully clamping Xueshen's arms and legs, Xueshen's head was buried in the school bully's neck, motionless, the two lay on the ground struggling and writhing.

Bian Jing was at least 1.8 meters three. Xie Ting was lying on the ground, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use his strength. The key was that Bian Jing's breath from his nostrils was so hot that his neck shrank.

After struggling for a while, he couldn't move the side scene at all, and shouted at the people who were still petrified by the side of the court: "Are they all dead!"

Only then did the people on the side of the court rush over, Yue Yang set up the side scene, and Cao Wei pulled Xie Ting up.

Only at this moment did Cao Wei realize that Bian Jing had passed out.

"Fuck! What's wrong with Brother Jing?"

Xie Ting didn't know, he squatted on the ground, asked Yue Yang to flatten the side scene, patted his face, and shouted: "Brother Jing, Brother Jing, wake up."

The face of the boy lying on the ground was the same, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

"Help him up, and I'll carry him to the infirmary." Xie Ting squatted down, Yue Yang and Cao Wei hurriedly helped Bian Jing up and put him on Xie Ting's back.

Then run to the infirmary.

He woke up once in the middle of the scene. He buried his nose in the back of Xie Ting's neck. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of familiar sneakers running, and the runners called him from time to time: "Brother Jing, Brother Jing... .”

His throat was dry and hot, and he swallowed with difficulty: "Ting...Brother Ting."

The moment he fell into a complete coma, Bian Jing felt the young man's not-so-generous back rise and fall, and bumped him.

.......

"High fever and intense exercise, why? Do you think your body is an iron wall? Do you want to do what you want?" The school doctor trained the restless teenagers in front of him.

Rare, no one dared to refute.

This is too fucking mysterious, little loquat has not recovered yet.

"It's a general drowsiness. Take him back to the dormitory after taking two bottles of glucose here. I'm going to get off work here, and no one will see him at night."

Yue Yang took the medicine given by the school doctor: "Oh, thank you teacher."

"Don't thank me first. Let's see if he still has a fever tonight. If he still has a fever, call me anytime. If you have vomiting and chills, don't wait for me, just call 120."

Xie Ting and the others nodded quickly, expressing that everything was under her command.

Seeing that the threat was too much, the school doctor comforted him: "It's usually not that serious. It's enough for you to take turns taking his temperature every night in your dormitory. The young boy will recover soon when he is in good health. "

Xie Ting and the others were convinced that nodding their heads was like pounding garlic.

"Okay, go back to the dormitory and bring him a set of clothes to replace this jersey, otherwise he will get sick if he sweats a lot"

Hearing this, Yue Yang hurried to the dormitory. Fortunately, today is Friday, a holiday, and they don't have to study by themselves at night, otherwise they will definitely be criticized for being late now.

After the clothes were brought, Xie Ting glanced at the crowd, and the little loquat consciously backed away and said, "Don't ignore indecent insults."

The little short legs ran out.

Yue Yang looked at her and jumped out like a rabbit, laughed at her ignorance, turned around and saw Xie Ting's strong eyes, and pulled Cao Wei very wittily: "Brother Ting, then Brother Jing will be in trouble."

After one or two ran away, Xie Ting heaved a sigh of relief, carefully lifted Bian Jing and leaned against his arms, took off his clothes, glanced at Bian Jing's tattoo, wiped off the sweat on Bian Jing's body, and put on a clean shirt .

When it came to the trousers, even Xie Ting felt a bit at a loss.

Standing stiffly, not knowing where to start.

The last time I changed Bian Jing's pajamas, which did not include pajama pants, this time Bian Jing's lower body was also sweating, it was very difficult not to take it off, and it was also very difficult to take it off.

"Have you changed your clothes yet? It's time for a drip." The school doctor asked after the medicine had been dispensed.

"Oh...not yet, soon."

Xie Ting's scalp tingled, he just thought it was Yue Yang, tried to keep his emotions calm, and don't have any unreasonable thoughts, and took off the side scene's pants in twos and outs.

The moment I put on the clean pants and put them on for the side scene, I still can't take my eyes off.

Damn, it's long, straight, and white.

This is no different from those girls who only wear hot pants all over the street.

Xie Ting's breathing stopped for a moment, he quickly put on Bian Jing's pants, pulled them to his crotch, and remembered the messy dream he had one morning, and looked there.

It's okay, I don't have my own drum.

Without Bian Xueba's knowledge, Xie Xiaoba labeled a certain man's characteristics as winning or losing.

"Have you changed it?"

"Okay, teacher."

The school doctor came in with a few bottles of needle water. Seeing a suspicious blush on Xie Ting's face, he ordered, "You also go and take your temperature. The flu has been severe recently, so don't get infected."

"it is good."

Xie Ting went to the table in the outer room and picked up the temperature gun. One drop, 36.9 ℃, did not burn.