Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Instead, it adopted a multi-session interactive form, coupled with occasional short stories interspersed, everyone listened with gusto after this class, but today's Cheng Yimo was too quiet.

After declining the invitation just like yesterday, Chu Jingran walked up to Cheng Yimo's side and asked in puzzlement, "Why is it so quiet today, is there something uncomfortable?"

The downcast Cheng Yimo was silent for nearly two seconds, then shook his head.

Chu Jingran didn't suspect him, took out the cotton swab bought this morning, sat next to the person and stretched out his hand, "Give me the ointment, and I'll apply it to you."

Looking at the pair of slender jade hands in sight, Cheng Yimo's eyes were full of emotions, but he didn't make any other movements for a long time.

Chu Jingran saw that the person didn't move for a long time, and suddenly thought about Cheng Yimo's family situation that he had learned from other teachers yesterday, combined with the abnormality of this situation, he immediately had some bad guesses in his mind.

Raising his hand, he semi-forcibly lifted the head that had been buried all the time, and the moment he saw it, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Seeing that the originally handsome facial features of the person opposite him were covered with bruises, and there were dark dried blood residues on his forehead, he looked very embarrassed.

Seeing his shocked eyes, the embarrassment in the young man's eyes overflowed like a lake, he clenched his fists and buried his head down, tremblingly said: "I...it's fine."

Thinking about what the doctor said yesterday, and seeing how miserable people are today, Chu Jingran didn't know what to say. Seeing that people would still be dead, his mouth was stiff, and the expression on his face was distressed and helpless.

Thinking but blinking, he forcefully grabbed the man's hand and said, "Follow me."

Keeping her eyes closed all the time, she felt that her hand was suddenly firmly held by the other party.

And this is also the first time he has come to meet the other party, the other party is so strong, and the first time he puts on the airs of a teacher in front of him.

As soon as they walked out of the classroom, the two met a classmate who happened to come back to the classroom to pick up things.

The girl saw the hands of the two of them holding each other at a glance, she narrowed her eyes, and immediately smiled like a cat stealing fish, "Mr. Ji, you and Cheng Yimo are..."

Blocking the person behind him calmly, Chu Jingran laughed and reprimanded: "Little girl, read less extracurricular books, and think about what you have all day long."

After being reprimanded, the girl didn't care, she stuck out her tongue rather weirdly, and stood there watching the two leave.

Turning around, she took out her phone and sent a private message to her best friend.

I really can't tell, it turns out that Teacher Ji loves teachers and students...

Along the way, Cheng Yimo felt that the people in front of him quietly helped him to cut off all curiosity and prying eyes, even if he was misunderstood or teased, he would not give an inch. If a good teacher is qualified, he will stick to the last trace of the students. dignity.

He dragged the people all the way, and finally, Chu Jingran found a hiding place.

After placing the person in place, he turned around and left after giving instructions for a while. After nearly 10 minutes passed, Cheng Yimo saw the person walking back with two plastic bags.

Chu Jingran put the things in his hands on the seat beside him, took out the iodophor that he just bought from one of the convenience bags, dipped it in a cotton swab after opening it, and said, "Lift your head up."

Withholding other thoughts in his eyes, Cheng Yimo raised his head obediently.

Chu Jingran stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair in front of the man's forehead. When he saw the wound on the man's forehead, he frowned imperceptibly.

Is this really my own father? With such a ruthless attack, if it wasn't for the protagonist, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Carefully wiping the dried blood on the forehead with a cotton swab, Chu Jingran frowned and said, "I said yesterday that you can come to me at any time if you need anything. You are underage now, so don't take things hard."

"……"in silence.

After a pause, Chu Jingran said, "Did it hurt you, why didn't you speak?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Seeing such a deep injury, Chu Jingran would not believe his words that it didn't hurt, so he had no choice but to reprimand lightly, and in the next movements, he relaxed a lot, and from time to time he helped others to blow on the wound Blowing cold wind, in order to reduce people's pain.

With this intimate movement, Cheng Yimo raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the person who had been protecting him and holding him all the way, even if he was misunderstood, he never let go of his hand, and at this moment he still had eyes that were extremely loving. A person who carefully prescribes medicine for himself.

It seems that when these eyes saw the present for the first time, in front of me, what appeared most to them was worry.

At this moment, Cheng Yi Mo suddenly felt a little confused, why did he kill him in the first place?

After wiping off the blood stains on the man's forehead and applying medicine, Chu Jingran took out the bandages and patches that he had just bought, helped the man bandage the wound, and helped the man re-apply the medicine on his arm, and then let go of the man. hand.

"All right."

Cheng Yimo looked at the person in front of him, pursed his lips and said, "Thank you Teacher Ji, you are so kind to me."

Taking out the lunch box he bought from another plastic bag, Chu Jingran smiled and said, "You call me teacher, is it true that teachers treat students well?"