Little crying bag always wants to tag me

Yiling shuddered and woke up from the cold.

The water in the bathtub was already half-cold, Yi Ling let out a long sigh of relief, and found his phone to check the time.

11: 30.

It's been soaking for almost three hours.

Yi Ling couldn't remember when he fell asleep at all, he sniffed, feeling his head was a little heavy.

Yiling stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, found a bath towel to wipe off the water on his body, went straight to bed, wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.

It was already dawn when he woke up again, Yiling coughed twice, feeling his throat was a little itchy, most likely because he was frozen last night.

Piao'er blinked a pair of mung bean eyes and stared at Yiling blankly, Yiling got up from the bed, opened the cage and poked Piao'er's little head.

"Worry about me?"

Piao'er held Yiling's fingers with both hands and sniffed, and found that there was nothing to eat, so she pushed it aside in disgust.

"Tch, little white-eyed wolf!" Yi Ling withdrew his hand, opened the cabinet to find food for Piao'er, and then heard the bedroom door being knocked twice from outside.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Yiling trembled when he heard the knock on the door, and the chinchilla food spilled all over the floor.

"elder brother?"

"It's okay, come in."

Bai Zexiao opened the door and saw that Yiling was squatting on the ground picking up cat food.

"I was taken aback by the knock on the door," Yi Ling smiled, "I'm used to living alone, when I heard the knock on the door suddenly, I thought there was a thief in the house."

"Then I'll wait outside."

"No need." Yiling stood up, pinched Bai Zexiao's face, "knock twice more, I'll get used to it."

The skin on the cheek was a little hot to the touch, Yi Ling frowned, and reached out to touch Bai Zexiao's forehead.

"The body temperature is a bit high, do you have a fever?"

"No, no." Bai Zexiao didn't dare to recall what happened last night, and looked away: "Maybe, I was a little anxious when I went out and sweated a little."

"Oh," Yiling withdrew his hand, his forehead wasn't very hot, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Yiling was still riding the bicycle, with Bai Zexiao sitting behind.It was nearly November, and the morning air was getting colder. Yiling sneezed when he went out, and zipped up his school uniform jacket when he went out.

"Brother, do you have a cold?"

"A little bit, a little cold, don't worry."

Yiling stepped into the car, and Bai Zexiao sat on the back seat holding his waist.

"Put your hands in my pockets if you're cold."

Bai Zexiao was taken aback for a moment, then gave a humming grace, and obediently put his hand in.

The fabric of the school uniform pocket is very thin, and you can feel the temperature of the skin under the fabric if you hold it tightly.

Bai Zexiao felt a little cramped, he clenched his hands into fists and squeezed the material carefully, trying not to touch Yiling's body.

Making a sharp turn, Bai Zexiao tilted his body, and subconsciously hugged Yiling tightly to keep his balance. The boy in front gave a low and unkind smile: "I told you to hurry up!"

Bai Zexiao understood that Yiling did it on purpose.

"I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable if you hold it too tightly."

Yi Ling smiled, in the cool wind, the young man's voice was a little hoarse, but joyful: "I'm afraid you didn't hold on tight enough."

Bai Zexiao hesitated for two or three seconds, then let go of his hand, reached into the deepest part of his pocket, and hugged Yiling's waist through two layers of fabric. The 17-year-old is still very slender, and his waist is not as wide as Bai Zexiao's arms, but it is surprisingly reassuring.

Boldly, Bai Zexiao gently leaned against Yiling's back and listened to his heartbeat.

very nice.

-

A sneeze!

Yi Ling couldn't count how many sneezes this is today, Yu Man glanced at him worriedly: "Brother Ling, do you have a cold?"

"It seems a little bit, it's okay, it will be fine in two days."

"Do you want to ask for leave?"

Yiling snorted and laughed: "Do you think Lin Chenggang can criticize just a small cold?"

A thick male voice sounded behind Yi Ling: "What are you doing for me?"

Yu Man froze in fright, shrank his neck and returned to his seat.

Yiling cast a dissatisfied glance at Lin Chenggang who was standing behind him: "Hiding behind and listening to students is a necessary skill for your high school teachers or something? It happens every time."

Lin Chenggang didn't have the same knowledge as him, and looked directly at the trash can beside Yiling, which was full of used paper balls.

"Have a cold?"

"En," Yiling answered in a low voice, he has a bit of rhinitis, and every time he catches a cold, his nose gets stuffy, and he can't hide it.

"Do you need to go home and rest?"

Yiling glanced at him: "Will you grant leave?"

"No." Lin Chenggang patted Yiling's shoulder: "Your body can handle it, and the teacher has confidence in you."

Yiling rolled his eyes at him: "Then what are you talking about?"

"Come out, I have something to talk to you about."

In fact, Yiling didn't want to move at all, but there was no way Lin Chenggang stood next to him, with a posture of "I won't leave until you come out".

Yi Ling let out a deep breath, stood up and followed him to the office.

"I heard that you helped Ji Xiang's physics competition team sort out the materials last night?"

"Ang," Yi Ling lazily leaned against the wall, "What's wrong?"

"Their instructor, Zhang Li, you know. I've been trying to pull you in but I can't open my mouth. After knowing what happened yesterday, please ask me to ask what you mean and whether you want to join their group."

"I don't want to," Yiling rebuffed straight away, "Trouble."

"The gold content of this competition is quite high. If there is a ranking in the future, if you have the opportunity to meet with the professor of the Department of Physics of Qingda University, it is not impossible to recommend something—"

"You think I care about this?" Yi Ling smiled: "No, I don't have time."

Lin Chenggang frowned: "You don't even have time to attend the self-study at night? What are you busy with every day?"

Busy with relationships.

Yiling didn't say directly that there is no one else in the office now, which really pissed Lin Chenggang off, and "cleaning up with love" is a must.

"I'm always not interested, let Teacher Zhang give up."

"It's useless, I've already reported it to you."

Yiling clicked his tongue: "You teacher, why are you like this?"

"You're not a very good student." Lin Chenggang looked at him coldly, "Don't forget that you and Xie Feiyu fought at the back door last time. You really think the school doesn't know about such a big commotion? I act as a grandson in front of the dean. Why didn't you say something about my teacher when you wiped your ass?"

Yiling smacked his lips and stopped talking.wrong.

"It's up to you whether to contribute or be a bastard. In short, report to Teacher Zhang today."

Lin Chenggang knocked on the table and readily settled the matter.

During the lunch break at noon, Yi Ling reluctantly went to report to Zhang Li, and all the team members were there, so Zhang Li asked the team leader Ji Xiang to tell Yi Ling about the progress.

After what happened last night, Ji Xiang saw that his eyes were still a little dodgy, but Yiling didn't have the energy to think about Ji Xiang's little thoughts at all, and listened to the project report boredly with his head propped up.

"Always, it's like this now." Ji Xiang took the copied materials and handed them to Yi Ling: "The results are all here, you can take a look."

Yi Ling thanked her, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a small piece of blue ink on Ji Xiang's cheek.

"You, here." Yi Ling pointed to his face.

Ji Xiang blinked, and instantly understood, and hurriedly wiped it with her hands, but failed to wipe the right place several times.

Yiling sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and tapped the place with ink stains: "Here."

The time of skin contact was less than a second, Ji Xiang touched the spot where he was touched, his face was a little hot, and there were ambiguous expressions on the faces of everyone at the table.

"Do you have any wet wipes?"

"Yes," the person in the same group took it out and handed it to the two of them.His gesture was obviously intended to give to Yiling, but Yiling was looking down at the document, not looking at him at all.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ji Xiang grabbed the tissue, bowed her head and thanked her.

The ink on his face was wiped off, Ji Xiang looked at the blue mark on the paper, and said with a smile: "It must have been accidentally made by a child in my father's calligraphy class."

calligraphy class?

Yiling raised his eyes: "Your father taught writing?"

"Well, doesn't Yishen know?" Someone next to him explained: "Ji Xiang's father is the chairman of our city's Calligraphy Association. Ji Xiangzi has participated in several calligraphy competitions. Have you guys talked about it in private?"

How can there be private life if you can't speak a few words at school?

Yi Ling ignored the person who spoke, and looked directly at Ji Xiang: "So you also taught children how to write?"

"Well," Ji Xiang nodded: "Sometimes I go to help, and when my father is away, I take them to practice, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Yi Ling thought for a while, "Are you free later, I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Me?" Ji Xiang pointed at herself, a little surprised, they have known each other for so long, this is the first time Yiling took the initiative to ask her out.

The girl next to her tugged on La Jixiang's clothes, and whispered excitedly to remind her: "Quickly agree!"

Ji Xiang's cheeks were stained with red, although she was shy, Ji Xiang knew very well that as long as she had contact with her, there was still a chance, no matter what purpose Yiling had for asking her out, she had no reason to refuse.

"Okay," Ji Xiang smiled, "Where shall we go later?"

-

The bookstore in front of the school.

Yiling compared the two copybooks, frowned and chose for a long time, and then handed both to Ji Xiang: "Look at which one is more suitable, the children who came back from abroad can listen and speak well, but they don't know much about it. Write Chinese."

Ji Xiang's expression was very delicate, the corners of her mouth trembled several times before she took the copybook with a long breath.

"How old is the child?"

"15 is old."

"That's quite big, have you learned pinyin?"

Yiling rubbed his nose: "Probably not."

"Then this is the book with pinyin," Ji Xiang stuffed the copybook back into Yiling's hand: "I'll find a Chinese teacher to teach it well, the basics must be laid down well."

Yiling nodded, and asked tentatively, "Does it have to be a Chinese teacher?"

Ji Xiang was a little puzzled: "Otherwise, what do you want?"

"I teach myself."

Ji Xiang frowned, staring at Yiling in disbelief.

A top student from Tangtang No. [-] Middle School to teach people how to read letters? !Who will believe it?

"You," Ji Xiang hesitated to speak, "You picked it for your brother and sister?"

It took almost an hour to choose a copybook, and it was even more tangled than girls choosing clothes.

"Um, well, he calls me brother."

Yes.

This answer is subtle.

"You treat your 'brother' so well, isn't your partner jealous?"

"no."

Why are you angry at the same person, am I jealous of myself?

"Yiling," Ji Xiang frowned and looked at the other party: "Are you really in a relationship?"

Yiling stopped.

To be precise, no.

The relationship between him and Bai Zexiao is still brothers so far, far from being a real couple, but Yiling ignores this distance arbitrarily, and treats Bai Zexiao affectionately in front of others.

Yi Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, wondering how Xiao Kui Bao would react if he was called that before he knew others.

The gentle smile on Yiling's face made Ji Xiang a little annoyed: "I stood with you for almost an hour, and you can't tell me the truth?"

Yi Ling frowned slightly: "Ji Xiang, you know I didn't treat you—"

"Forget it! Don't say it if you don't want to say it." Ji Xiang interrupted Yiling, gritted her teeth to endure the unwillingness in her heart, and pointed to the milk tea shop opposite with a smile: "Bring me milk tea, just treat me as my companion Thank you for coming to the bookstore."

On the broad Indus Road at the main entrance of No. [-] Middle School, a girl holds milk tea and walks on the green stone steps, chatting and joking with the teenagers around her from time to time.

The boy was obviously absent-minded, but out of politeness, he answered politely.

The picture is very beautiful, and every freeze frame can be used as a poster of a youth love movie.

This is what Bai Zexiao saw when he approached the campus.

He was holding a bag from the pharmacy in his hand, which contained cold medicine for Yi Ling.Yiling sneezed when he was going out in the morning, he made a note of it silently in his heart, took advantage of his lunch break to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and wanted to deliver it to Yiling before class.

As a result, as soon as he entered the school gate after buying the medicine, he saw two people talking and laughing with milk tea not far ahead.

People passing by whispered: "Isn't that the school belle Ji Xiang and Xueba Yiling? When did they get together?"

Bai Zexiao listened carefully to the name.

It turned out to be Ji Xiang.

She was also the one last night.

Bai Zexiao didn't rush up to say hello, but followed behind and took a serious look at the girl's side face.

Does it look good?

Anyway, brother Yiling is not as good-looking as him.

The girl's eyes fell on Yiling from time to time, but Yiling didn't answer her words. Although the girl was disappointed, she still actively talked to Yiling. If Yiling replied with a smile, the girl's expression brightened immediately.

Bai Zexiao saw it clearly.

She likes him.

This kind of picture can be seen just by walking around, which shows how often two people meet.

Bai Zexiao's eyes were cold, the plastic bag in his hand was clattering, and an unknown fire came from the bottom of his heart, engulfed in jealousy and resentment, overwhelming his reason in an instant.

-

In fact, Yiling didn't drink a few sips of the milk tea in his hand. He had a cold and itchy throat, and drinking this kind of sweet and greasy thing was just looking for abuse.

Holding the milk tea, Yiling chatted with Ji Xiang casually, and wanted to hurry back to the classroom and throw the things in the trash can directly.

At this moment, there was a bang behind him, and someone shouted in a panic: "What's wrong with you, classmate?"

Yi Ling turned around and saw a student who had fallen to the ground and was struggling to get up.

Yi Ling hurriedly handed the milk tea to Ji Xiang: "Get it for me."

Yiling walked up to the student, bent over to look at him: "Want to help?"

His knees hit the hard concrete floor, his school uniform pants were torn, the wound was covered with gravel and dust, and he was bleeding continuously.

Very serious.

Yiling reached out to support his shoulder: "Go to the infirmary."

The man lowered his head and supported his knee, just shook his head, but refused to say a word.

Yi Ling frowned, keenly feeling that something was wrong.

"Look up at me."

The man didn't move.

Yiling simply did it himself, turning the person to face him.

A very familiar little face appeared in front of Yi Ling who was already crying.

"Xiao, Xiaoxiao?"

"Brother," Bai Zexiao sobbed, "I'm in so much pain."