The delicate heartthrob is a black lotus

The warm sunlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the boy's fair cheeks, staining him with a layer of pale gold, which softened his sharp facial features a lot.

At this moment, the eyelashes as black as crow feathers were drooping, and the appearance of sleeping peacefully was inexplicably cute.

The soft black hair sticks to the sides of the cheeks, occasionally being blown by the breeze, and the earring on the right ear can still be vaguely seen shining with tiny bits of light.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "bang--", which broke the silence of the classroom in the afternoon.

The boy who was still sleeping on the table suddenly sat up, but his opened black eyes were unusually clear.

Zong Yu ignored the strange eyes around him, pushed the table away, and ran out the door with his feet lifted.

When passing by, there was a gust of wind, and only the rustling of books could be heard.

He rushed up to the fifth floor in one breath, communicating with the system in his mind.

"System, is it the penultimate classroom on the right, and can you see what's going on there?"

System: [Host, you can call me Sansan, and you have to move faster, otherwise the protagonist Shou will be disfigured in place~] Zong Yu: "..."

For some reason, he could vaguely hear a hint of excitement from the system's voice.

Following the instructions given by the system, Zong Yu finally found the classroom, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he lifted his foot and kicked the door open.

This door was waiting for repairs, and it was even more crumbling at this moment.

The three people inside the door turned their heads one after another, looked at the person at the door in shock, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Zong?"

Ignoring the surprised gazes of the three, Zong Yu glanced at someone in the classroom who was squatting at the corner of the table with his head bowed, and lifted his breath with a little relief.

Because he can't see the face at all!

He swallowed, and said coldly, "Go out."

The three remained silent. Seeing Zong Yu's eyes on them, one of them pointed at himself uncertainly, and asked again: "Brother Zong, is the three of us going out?"

Zong Yu frowned slightly, and Ling Lie's phoenix eyes swept across: "Do you want me to repeat it again?"

"No, no, let's go."

The tall boy casually threw away the banana peel in his hand, pulled the two brothers beside him hurriedly out, and thoughtfully closed the door that seemed to be about to fall in the next second.

Brother Zong is so angry, it looks like that guy is going to be in trouble!

The door was closed, and Zong Yu took a few steps forward, but the people in front heard his footsteps and trembled visibly.

Zong Yu was suddenly helpless.

Yes, he was lucky enough to wear a book.

But the system told him the moment he arrived here that the protagonist Shou was in danger and he had to be rescued quickly.

The problem is, the original owner did this danger himself, since he just passed through and was about to clean up the mess for the original owner.

"Don't pick it up, stand up."

Yu Wanzhou, whose back was turned to him, listened to the familiar voice, her body froze slightly, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

He picked up the porcelain piece on the ground, rubbed the sharp point with his fingers, and soon a hole was cut in the pulp of his finger, and bright red trickled out from the hole.

After a while, he stood up obediently, hiding the hand holding the porcelain block quietly behind his back, his head was always lowered, his shoulders trembled slightly, obviously terrified.

Seeing his appearance, Zong Yu secretly sighed in his heart, speaking without any emotion.

"Look up and look at me."

However, when he saw those watery brown eyes, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, the boy with exquisite brows and misty eyes will burst into tears in the next second.

Seeing Zong Yu felt inexplicably guilty.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to soften his expression, for fear of scaring the frightened protagonist like a fawn.

Recalling the words of the system, he carefully checked Yu Wanzhou's little face with his eyes.

Only to find that the protagonist's skin is so good that there is no blemish at all, so there is no disfigurement, so he quickly called the system.

"It's... Sansan, isn't he disfigured? You made me almost run away with my life."

The system retorted in dissatisfaction: [Sorry, you are still late, the protagonist Shou has been disfigured. ] Zong Yu began to suspect that her eyes were blind: "Disfigured? What happened?"

The system expressed a little regret: [Hand. 】

……hand?

Zong Yu couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface.

He looked at Yu Wanzhou who was eager to shrink himself into a corner in front of him. When he looked down, he saw that the other party had both hands behind his back.

He couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Yu Wanzhou trembled, her raised light-colored eyes flickered slightly, full of fear, which made her already pale face even less blood-colored.

The hand behind her was tightly clenched, blood flowed down the tiles, and the hand hurt like it was about to split, but Yu Wanzhou didn't make a sound, the pain was far less than the inexplicable hatred in her heart.

Grandma told him not to resent the family, but he really hated it, and hated himself even more for his incompetence.

Why are some people born so humble, no matter how hard they try, they can't keep their gleam, and everything can be trampled by others at will.

Yu Wanzhou looked at Zong Yu, and slightly retracted her eyelashes to hide the dark prey in her eyes.

If the light of the clan goes out...

This idea is like a vine that has not been exposed to light all day long, and it grows crazily in Yu Wanzhou's heart.

But the more distorted the thoughts in his heart, the more aggrieved and pitiful his face became.

Zong Yu's scalp was numb from Yu Wanzhou's panicked expression, but it was nothing to worry about, so he simply took a few steps forward, wanting to check the injury on Yu Wanzhou's hand.

But he didn't know what he stepped on suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he instinctively grabbed Yu Wanzhou's arm before slipping and falling.

Yu Wanzhou didn't expect this situation either, so she was stunned for a moment, and the two fell towards the same direction.

He pressed heavily on Zong Yu, looked at the person in front of him who was winking in pain, his eyes were dimly lit, he raised his hand and stroked towards Zong Yu's main artery.

Seeing that it was about to be cut off, Yu Wanzhou felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Just when the tile was attached to the white and tender skin of Zong Yu's neck, his wrist was tightly clasped.

Yu Wanzhou pressed down hard, but the opponent was too strong, more and more blood overflowed from his hand, his hand was twisted backwards, and the palm was forced to face up.

The porcelain piece in her hand was exposed in the light, Yu Wanzhou narrowed her eyes to look at Zong Yu's fair neck, and saw a very light red thread.

I can't help but laugh at my own weakness.

The long eyelashes cast a heavy shadow, and he looked up at the open window...

But at this time, Zong Yu held his hand tightly and asked anxiously, "Why did you bleed so much?"

Obviously, she didn't notice Yu Wanzhou's strangeness at all.

Yu Wanzhou: ...

Yu Wanzhou couldn't help but scrutinized Zong Yu carefully, seeing that the panic on this man's face didn't look like a fake, Yu Wanzhou was slightly stunned, and didn't recover until Zong Yu opened his hand and took off the tile. Come.

Zong Yu looked at Yu Wanzhou's bloody palms, and his heart ached immediately. He is a person who is very sensitive to pain. Seeing Yu Wanzhou's big cut, he felt the same.

He took Yu Wanzhou's hand and blew gently, hoping to relieve his pain.

After all, he used to blow wounds on himself so quietly before. Although there are some sand sculptures, the personal test is effective.

Yu Wanzhou sat on the ground blankly looking at Zong Yu who was calling out to him, her eyes flickering slightly.

In fact, this is not very painful, this wound is nothing compared to the previous ones.

And the person concerned didn't know that he had wandered around the ghost gate, and his face was full of concern.

"Are you a fool, you hold the tile and don't make a sound."

Zong Yu didn't dare to say anything too serious, so he complained casually.

When Zong Yu's dark eyes looked over, Yu Wanzhou lowered her head at the right time, her thin hair covered the complicated emotions in her eyes, and she obediently fell to the side, neither crying nor fussing.

This made Zong Yu a little embarrassed, after all, the original owner hurt the protagonist Shou's hand, and he even caused the protagonist Shou to fall.

Glancing at the banana peels at his feet, Zong Yu just wanted to give the person who threw the banana peels a hard blow.

He took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth to try to look kinder, and said softly, "Let's go to the infirmary."

After hearing these words, Yu Wanzhou looked up at Zong Yu timidly, only to see Zong Yu's black eyes staring at him, two shallow dimples first revealed.

It looks very sincere.

He carefully withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.

But the nails were slowly sinking into the flesh, and the sudden pain made him wake up a bit, he gritted his teeth secretly, only the trembling eyelashes revealed his pain.

There are too many disgusting people in the world, he has met many, some people like to bully him directly, and some people like to fool him.

In his impression, Zong Yu belonged to the former, but this time he couldn't see what Zong Yu wanted to do with this appearance.

Zong Yu panicked when he saw that Yu Wanzhou had been silent.

Hitting someone is very handy for him, it's the first time to take care of someone, not to mention that the other party is a delicate little white flower.

Just when he was melancholy saying something more, Yu Wanzhou nodded slightly.

Zong Yu froze, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, realizing that his reaction seemed a little too much, so he pressed the corners of his mouth lightly.

In any case, we must leave a good impression on the protagonist, and it will be convenient for him to do tasks in the future.

As for the bad behavior of the original owner, he can wash it off slowly. He believes that with his full sincerity, the protagonist Xiao Baihua will forgive him.

Zong Yu made up his mind to let the system lead the way, but didn't notice that Yu Wanzhou took a deep look at the open window before leaving.

On the way, Zong Yu pulled out the system and asked about it.

"San San, is there any way to restore the original owner's hand?"

So many wounds are bound to leave scars.

System: [Not currently, but please rest assured the host. 】

Can he rest assured?

These scars almost killed the original owner in the original text.

The system felt Zong Yu's depressed mood, and kindly emphasized it.

[So, the host should think more about how to increase the value of this strong will. 】【Earn more strong will points, you can get special skills, or exchange for more randomly dropped prizes, maybe you can get ice muscle jade cream when possessed by the emperor of Europe, remove scars and scars, and make your skin elastic and moisturized luster. 】The system couldn't help recommending its own products while talking, but Zong Yu caught the point.

"Ice Muscle Cream?"

He wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by an impatient female voice.

"Why are you two standing outside?"

Zong Yu heard the sound and looked at the nurse in white. He wanted to pull Yu Wanzhou next to him, but he was worried about accidents, so he had to go in first.

Fortunately, Yu Wanzhou followed obediently.

Seeing that the two were silent and no one was sitting down, the nurse frowned displeasedly: "Which one of you sees the doctor?"

Zong Yu quickly took over the words: "Nurse sister, my brother was accidentally scratched by the glass, I would like to ask you to help me deal with it."

When Yu Wanzhou heard this, her pupils trembled, and she looked at Zong Yu calmly, not letting go of any expression.

He didn't forget that when he first arrived at Zong's house and called Zong Yu's brother, the remote control thrown by Zong Yu smashed his forehead.

Zong Yu noticed that Yu Wanzhou was looking at him, so she turned her head and smiled at him, motioning him to sit down.

Yu Wanzhou seemed to be bewitched by the smile. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the chair in front of the desk, and finally he had to purse his lips lightly.

The nurse looked up at Zong Yu, her attitude improved obviously, and then she asked the boy who kept his head slightly down.

"Where is the scratch?"

Yu Wanzhou hesitated for a moment, then raised her left hand.

What catches the eye is a hideous wound on the back of the hand, from the root of the index thumb to the side of the wrist, blood flows out from the cut place.

Lines of blood intertwined with each other on the palm and back of the hand, and there was a strange beauty on the cold white skin.

She turned over Yu Wanzhou's palm, and saw a lot of glass shards mixed with flesh and blood, and there was a deep gash in the middle.

"Why are there so many injuries, I don't know how to be careful."

The nurse moved lightly in distress, and looked up at the boy, only to see the emotion on his face covered by fine hair.

"I'm going to get something."

Then he ordered Zong Yu who was standing aside.

"You take this first to help him clean around the wound."

After the nurse left, Zong Yu held the cotton swab in a daze for a while, and saw Yu Wanzhou withdraw her hand as soon as she moved, and immediately grabbed Yu Wanzhou's arm, and at this moment, there was a sound of breathing in her ears.

This was the first time Zong Yu heard Yu Wanzhou's voice, although it was the sound of breathing.

Knowing that the protagonist Shou is very afraid of him now, Zong Yu had no choice but to soften his voice: "I will be very gentle."

His dark eyes were full of promises.

Seeing that Yu Wanzhou's hand relaxed a little, he began to clean the wound.

Under the warm light, Zong Yu's eyebrows and eyes are extremely quiet, and the slender and thick eyelashes on the eyelids are like a butterfly resting quietly.

Yu Wanzhou looked at it for a while, then took a light breath and said softly, "It hurts."

There was still a trace of grievance in the voice.

Sure enough, the butterfly flapped its wings.

Hearing the unique clear voice of a young man, Zong Yu looked up at Yu Wanzhou who was frowning slightly, with a trace of guilt on his face: "Then I'll be softer."

The movements of his hands became more cautious, as if he was dealing with something fragile, and he even blew on it from time to time.

These delicate tasks are really difficult for a rough guy like him.

Yu Wanzhou stared blankly at Zong Yu, full of thoughts. Although the person in front of him moved a little clumsily, he was extraordinarily serious and careful.

While Zong Yu was going to change the cotton swab, he lowered his eyes to look at the palm full of ugly scars, took a deep breath, curled his fingers slightly, and clenched his hand tightly, the blood that had just stopped began to flow out again.

The pain caused by the physiology made the opened eyes foggy, but a trace of unknown emotion flashed in the eyes.

He knew that Zong Yu had always been impatient.