Little crying bag always wants to tag me

Because Bai Zexiao was injured, his family specially called the driver to pick him up, and Yiling became a lone ranger again.

"Brother, why don't you come with me," Bai Zexiao, who was sitting in the car, rolled down the window and looked up at Yiling innocently: "I want to go to school with my brother."

Uncle Zhao, who was driving the car, also smiled: "Students, come up, anyway, if I give away one, I will also give away two, so it doesn't matter."

Yi Ling thanked Bai Zexiao with a smile, and rubbed Bai Zexiao's head: "You go, I don't have a designated time for school, so you can save yourself from waiting."

Bai Zexiao was a little reluctant: "But, brother——"

"Be obedient," Yiling pinched Bai Zexiao's face, "When I finish the competition, we'll go to school together."

The car started, and the figure of the boy at the entrance of the community gradually disappeared. Bai Zexiao turned his head, his expression becoming a little indifferent.Zhao Bo glanced at Bai Zexiao through the rearview mirror, and reminded: "The second madam asked you to call her when you have time."

Bai Zexiao twitched his eyelids, took out his phone and opened the address book, and after a minute of silence, he dialed the number.

When the phone was about to hang up automatically, someone picked it up, Bai Zexiao lowered his eyes: "Mom, it's me."

"Are you injured?" The voice of the woman opposite was very calm, without the slightest hint of tension: "Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, but it took three stitches, and the stitches will be removed in two weeks."

"What?" The woman's voice became louder in an instant: "Did you get stitches? Where are you?"

"On the knee."

"Why do you need to sew it up? Do you know that you will have scars if you sew it up? Let's take it apart now, no matter what, you can't have scars on your body!"

"If the wound is removed, the scar will not grow. If the tissue proliferates, the scar will be bigger."

The woman said angrily, "Why are you so careless?"

"When I fell, I was hit by a stone on my knee. I didn't expect it to be so serious."

In the beginning, Bai Zexiao just wanted to save more blood to attract Yiling's attention. The small stone successfully helped him, but he didn't expect the wound to be so deep that he went to the hospital for stitches.

After all his mother was the least happy about his body leaving superfluous marks, she needed her son, perfect, beautiful, without a trace of blemish.

The woman snorted coldly: "After the injury is healed, find a doctor to remove the scar for you. If the cut can't get rid of, you and I are finished!"

"it is good."

The phone was hung up abruptly, and a busy tone came from the receiver. Bai Zexiao put down the phone coldly. The way the mother and son get along has always been like this, and he has long been used to it.

"Did you hang up?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"kindness."

"Madam...it's also for your own good, young master, don't think too much about it."

"It's okay." Bai Zexiao looked out the window indifferently, "I'm used to it."

-

After not seeing each other for several days in a row, Yi Ling didn't know what was going on with Bai Zexiao, anyway, he was thinking too hard.

Although Lin Chenggang said before that it is Yiling's own choice whether to be a bastard or a serious researcher, but there are only a few people in the research team, and anyone who is fishing can tell at a glance.

Yi Ling was forced to go to the laboratory to report at night during self-study, and sometimes it was past ten o'clock when he returned home. Thinking of Bai Zexiao going to bed early, Yi Ling felt embarrassed to disturb others and went home silently.

Without Xiaokuibao by his side, life felt like years. Yiling couldn't take it anymore, and asked Bai Zexiao to have lunch together, but was rejected by the other party for the first time.

[I may not have time at noon today, sorry brother, can I do it next time? 】

All right, kids have their own things to do, that's normal.

Yiling waited patiently for a day, and the next day Bai Zexiao rejected him with the same reason.

Day three.

Fourth day.

Yi Ling's patience was completely exhausted when she received an almost identical rejection reply.

This kid avoids me?Why is this kid avoiding me?

Yiling thought hard and couldn't think of any reliable answer, so he simply prepared to carry out a sneak attack.

During the break in the morning, Yiling skipped the laboratory report meeting on the pretext of having a stomachache, and went to the junior high school with the copybooks that he had chosen that day.

The corridors were slowly filled with students, and Yiling, a 1.7m [-] high school student, was particularly conspicuous among them.

"elder brother?"

Yi Ling turned her head subconsciously, but didn't see that familiar face.A somewhat strange boy waved at him and ran towards him with a smile.

Yiling glanced at him blankly, the boy's facial features resembled his, Yiling vaguely remembered that they seemed to have seen each other a year ago.

"You are Yixiao?"

Yi Xiao nodded: "Brother, why are you here?"

"Oh, I have something to do here." Yi Ling didn't want to talk to him, his eyes kept scanning back and forth in the corridor.

"You haven't been home for a long time, Dad always talks about you," Yi Ling looked up at him, "He said that if I run into you at school, remember to tell you and call home when you have time. "

"Well, let's talk about it." Yiling nodded: "How do I get to Class C of the second year of junior high school?"

"upstairs."

"Okay, thank you."

Yi Ling went up the stairs, and a few boys gathered behind Yi Xiao and exclaimed: "This is Yi Ling from the high school? I heard that he is the leader of No. [-] Middle School! Yi Xiao, you actually know him?"

"En," Yi Xiao nodded, "He's my...brother."

The classmate's eyes widened: "Birth?"

"biological."

Yi Xiao squeezed her fingers, and added in her heart, half of her own.

Yiling went upstairs, followed the class number to find Class C, but found no one after looking around, so he took a student who came out of the class: "Where's Bai Zexiao from your class?"

"Bai Zexiao?" The student glanced at the class: "It seems that the history teacher called him to the office? It's there!"

Yi Ling looked in the direction the student pointed, but he didn't see Yi Ling, but saw another acquaintance.

It was still in a fancy dress, the high heels clicked on the ground, and the chin was so high that the word arrogance was written all over her face.

It happened to be the female teacher that Yiling bumped into when he went to the laboratory building that night.

A few students followed her and imitated her to walk, pointing and laughing together.

Yiling hugged the shoulders of the students beside him: "That's your history teacher?"

"En," the boy was a little flattered, and the big boss of the No. [-] Middle School hooked up with him, and this matter could be talked about for a year.

"This teacher is not very good, we all hate her."

"Oh?" Yiling raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"I heard that she came in through relationships. The backstage is very tough. She asks students to work for her when she has nothing to do. She especially likes to target good-looking students. It's disgusting!"

Love for good-looking people?

Yi Ling frowned: "Has she made things difficult for Bai Zexiao these two days?"

"I called once two days ago, and I called again today. I don't know what to do. It's nothing good anyway."

Yi Ling thought of Bai Zexiao's reluctance to see him these two days, the boy squinted his eyes, and seemed to have found the answer.

-

During the lunch break, Bai Zexiao glanced at his phone. There was no news about Yiling on WeChat, and he was rejected for several days in a row. He probably got tired of it.

Bai Zexiao's eyes were a little hot, he bit his lower lip, rubbed his eyes hard twice, took out the history lesson plan, and completed the penalty copy required by the teacher.

This is a music classroom on the top floor, usually no one comes here, Bai Zexiao is afraid of being seen by his classmates, so he sneaks here every noon to copy textbooks.

History has always been full of words, mixed with a lot of ancient prose, which is very difficult for Bai Zexiao, but it doesn't matter, Bai Zexiao couldn't help looking at his phone while writing, but Yiling still didn't send a message.

Do you want to make a call?

Bai Zexiao quickly dismissed this idea, fearing that Yiling would become suspicious if he said too much.

Hurry up and copy it, finish it early, and then we can have dinner together.

Bai Zexiao picked up the pen, gritted his teeth to hold back his tears, silently thinking about whether he could finish copying before noon tomorrow if he didn't sleep tonight.

Just as he was thinking, the notebook in Bai Zexiao's hand was suddenly taken away.

Yiling had already stood outside the window at some point, looking at Bai Zexiao's penalty copy with his head tilted, frowning and asking, "What is this?"

Bai Zexiao looked at Yiling outside the window in astonishment: "Brother, how could you?"

"You don't want to come to see me, so I can only come by myself." Yiling shrugged, put the notebook back on the table and smiled at Bai Zexiao: "I saw a poor little girl copying homework bitterly! Why don't you tell the truth, afraid that I will laugh at you?"

The young man was supporting the window frame with one hand, the sun shrouded behind him, shining in through his hair, like the sun at dawn.

The tears that could barely be suppressed just now broke the embankment, and rolled down Bai Zexiao's cheeks like beads, and he couldn't help sobbing: "I, I'm afraid you will never look for me again."

Yi Ling sneered: "You have a good idea! Let me tell you, Bai Zexiao, from the day you called me brother, you can't get rid of me, understand?"

Bai Zexiao was sobbing and speechless, he lowered his head and was about to wipe his tears with his sleeve.

"Hey, wait! Use this to wipe!" Yiling took out a tissue from his pocket, and took out one to wipe Bai Zexiao's face: "When I was buying lunch just now, I was debating whether to buy a tissue, but luckily I did. Otherwise, I really don't know who to borrow at this moment."

Bai Zexiao sobbed: "You, have you gone to buy lunch?"

"Ang, excuse me." Yi Ling put the bag of bread on the table, stepped on the window frame with one long leg, and landed beside Bai Zexiao lightly.

"There's a Japanese-style curry bag on the opposite side. It's quite famous. Try it." Yi Ling leaned against Bai Zexiao and reached out to open the bag.

The bread was still hot, and the aroma of milk and curry instantly filled the classroom.

Yiling hesitated when handing the bread to Bai Zexiao: "Are you used to these things?"

"I'm used to it," Bai Zexiao held the bread in both hands, his mouth shrunk and tears fell down again: "I love to eat whatever you buy."

Yiling laughed: "Are you made of tears so you can cry?"

Tears fell on the bag of bread, Yiling was helpless, patted him on the back lightly, and said softly: "What's the big deal and shed tears? What are you afraid of when you have brother here?"

Having said that, Bai Zexiao cried even harder.

Yiling's head is getting big, what's wrong with this?

"Stop crying," Yi Ling deliberately said harshly, "I'll cry and kiss you again!"

Bai Zexiao's sobbing stopped instantly, and his red and swollen eyes stared blankly at Yiling.

This expression looked really pitiful and cute, Yiling smiled and teased him: "Why do you have such an expression, do you really want me to kiss you?"

Bai Zexiao blushed slightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Okay, let's eat first, and I'll copy it with you after eating."

Yiling took out the packaged milk tea and put it on Bai Zexiao's left hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gray fingerless glove on Bai Zexiao's left hand.

"I'm wearing gloves now, are you afraid of the cold?"

Bai Zexiao dodged his eyes, quickly put his left hand under the table, and gave a vague acknowledgment.

After eating, Yi Ling carefully flipped through the book that Bai Zexiao copied, frowned and said, "Why did your teacher ask you to copy this?"

"I failed the weekly history test, and she punished me for copying textbooks."

"How much did you copy?"

"One."

"One copy?" Yi Ling's eyes widened: "How many days have you been copying?"

"It's been four days, and there's still half of it."

Yiling cursed in a low voice, threw the book on the table, licked his molars and thought for a long time: "Okay, don't worry about this matter, what should you do, I'll copy the second half of the book for you. "

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. The teacher's actions are indeed unethical, but there is no point in offending her because of this. After all, Bai Zexiao will study with her in the future.

Anyway, it's copying, and it's the same if Yiling copied it for him.

"No way," Bai Zexiao held Yiling's hand, "How can you be punished for what happened to me?"

"Seeing you being punished makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I might as well take your place. I feel better." Yiling picked up a pen and said, "The thing you copied is their course diary. She doesn't have to write it after you finish it. This person It is the same for anyone who asked you to work for her under the guise of punishment."

"That won't work either," Bai Zexiao stubbornly refused, "I'd better copy it myself."

"And you, if you really want to help me, just call me a few more times and say something nice to coax me." Yiling pinched Bai Zexiao's nose: "When I'm happy, maybe I'll give it to you overnight." I'm done copying."

"I don't want it." Bai Zexiao was about to grab the textbooks behind him, but was stopped by Yiling.

"No! Don't give me anything!" Yi Ling deliberately teased him.

Bai Zexiao was in a hurry, and used both hands to grab the book behind Yiling. During the fight, Yiling grabbed Bai Zexiao's left hand, and immediately felt the opponent flinch in front of him.

"what happened?"

"It's okay," Bai Zexiao immediately withdrew his hands behind his back, his eyes dodged and said: "Hand, I got hurt a little two days ago, it hurts a little."

Yi Ling didn't believe the lies he made up on the spur of the moment. The brief touch just now made him feel something was wrong, and the palm of his hand was bulging, as if swollen.

"Bring it to me and see."

Bai Zexiao was unwilling, so Yiling directly pulled his left hand over and took off the glove to have a look.

really.

The palm was red, and the knuckle of the thumb was still swollen.

Yi Ling frowned: "What's going on?"

"I accidentally hurt myself."

"Bai Zexiao," Yiling's expression became serious: "Aren't you underestimating me? I can't tell the difference between what I did and what I did?"

Bai Zexiao stopped talking.

"When did you do it?"

"On the day of Zhou's test," Bai Zexiao lowered his head, "She called me to the office and beat me with a ruler."

Yi Ling's expression suddenly turned cold.

I endured the penalty for copying, but it took time to finish copying.

What's the matter with beating someone?

Looking at Bai Zexiao's glowing red palms, Yi Ling clenched his fists and held back the hammer, he couldn't take it anymore!