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

"What's the plan for today?"

After the two of them had breakfast, they lay on both ends of the sofa, Bian Jing asked Xie Ting.

Xie Ting didn't know, the summer vacation was hot, he didn't even want to go out, and his parents weren't at home, this really made Xie Ting confused.

The side scene asked tentatively: "Why don't you make up your English?"

Xie Ting looked at the ceiling: "Get lost."

Side view: "..."

"The grades will come out in a few days. I'll see what your score is when the time comes. I'll make a plan for you." Bian Jing didn't really want to exile Xie Ting, and he didn't want to force Xie Ting to learn from him. Xie Ting would teach him if he wanted to. If you don't want to learn, forget it.

He is here with Xie Ting, and he has no principles at all.

Two young men with long hands and long feet were lying on the sofa with their legs touching each other, in a daze.

Xie Ting has something to ask, which he has been wanting to ask since yesterday.

Touched Bian Jing with his knee, Bian Jing was lying on his back completely relaxed without any defense, when he touched him like this, he kicked his foot indiscriminately, just right on the coffee table.

Bian Jing said in pain: "Fuck!"

Xie Ting didn't quite understand why he kicked onto the coffee table: "Fuck?"

I swallowed the words I wanted to ask, brought the family medical kit over, and said, "Pick up your feet and let me see."

Bian Jing: "No, no need, I will do it myself."

Xie Ting had already poured the disinfectant, Bian Jing had no choice but to lift his feet up on the coffee table, Xie Ting pulled his feet over and put them on his lap for the convenience of applying the medicine.

The side view didn't dare to move at all.

This posture is too ambiguous.

Xie Ting lowered his head to apply the medicine, Bian Jing's kick broke the skin on the back of his foot, after disinfecting and applying the band-aid, Xie Ting asked, "How is your other foot? Did you come back last night to change the medicine?"

It was already very late when I came back yesterday, plus I just came to Xie Ting's house, the two slept in separate rooms, the side view was untouched except for the bed and my luggage.

"No, it was too late yesterday." Bian Jing said.

Xie Ting frowned, clicked his tongue, went to his room to get the trauma medicine prepared by the hospital, and glanced at the room by the way.

The quilt on the bed was neat, and the traces of sleeping in the morning were not deep.

Xie Xiaoba frowned even deeper.

Bian Jing was replying to Zheng Xue's message. The girl asked him if he would come out to play. He took a photo of his injured foot and said, "I won't go, there is an injury."

Unexpectedly, the girl said: "You don't need to go, I will pick you up in a car."

Jing: "Can you drive?"

Xue: "Well, I bought it at home."

Jing: "Are you still underage?"

Xue: "It's done, my birthday was yesterday."

scene:"......"

When Xie Ting walked to the lobby on the first floor, he saw Bian Jing looking up at the phone, the phone was not held firmly and hit his face, Bian Jing: "呵~"

Xie Ting asked, "Where did you sleep yesterday?"

Bian Jing picked up the phone from his face, rubbed his nose, and replied, "On the bed."

Xie Ting: "Why doesn't that bed look like it has been slept on?"

Bian Jing hadn't seen how his room looked like, nor what his bed should look like, so he said, "Oh, I got up this morning and tidied it up."

Xie Ting softened his voice and asked him, "Are you comfortable living here?"

Bian Jing replied without thinking: "Zi Zi, your house...is pretty good."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Bian Jing said again: "The bed is also very comfortable, and the hot water from the bathroom water heater is even more comfortable."

Xie Ting looked at him, Bian Jing tried hard to convince others that it was unbearable to see through, lifted his injured leg, and carefully removed the gauze, the outer two layers were fine, but the inner one, close to the wound, was oozing blood.

The more Xie Ting opened it, the uglier his face became.

Bian Jing looked at him cautiously, not even daring to catch his breath.

Xie Ting didn't say it, but he could feel that from last night to now, Xie Ting was not happy.

Bian Jing wanted to open his mouth to say something to coax him, but the gauze was removed to the last layer, and the sticky dead flesh was torn apart mixed with blood: "Ah, it hurts."

The mixed-race gauze fell to the ground, Xie Ting looked at his face, because of the pain, his normally pale face became even paler now, he sighed, he didn't know where the fire was going, he just looked at the side view, Say: "I shouldn't have let you go yesterday."

Enduring the pain, Bian Jing poured off the disinfectant, causing his knees to jump: "I wanted to go by myself yesterday."

Xie Ting scraped the dead flesh carefully, Bian Jing gritted his teeth, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead: "Oh, ah, it hurts."

The voice was soft, with the meaning of begging for mercy, Xie Ting's eyes suddenly darkened, and that feeling came again, a hot current gathered from the lower abdomen, continued to sink, hovered there, and finally in the side scene "You Lighten up ~ ah!" Crashed in the middle.

It's a good thing he wasn't wearing gray sweatpants today.

Otherwise, Xiao Tingting, who raised her head faintly, would not be able to cover it up.

After disinfecting the poison, applying the medicine, and hastily wrapping up the gauze, Xie Ting stood up straight from the sofa, and said in a bit of embarrassment, "I just came back from a morning run and didn't take a shower. I'll go up and take a shower."

Bian Jing was in so much pain that he had no strength to speak, and was lying on the sofa dying, but he still asked, "Can you help me?"

"......"

"I mean some clothes or something."