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Lin Juexiao also carried a plastic bag with the words "People's Pharmacy" printed on it. Director Bi was not in the Academic Affairs Office, and there were only a few students.

He took a few quick steps and trotted to Zhou Jinye.

Zhou Jinye was sitting on a chair, much shorter than the standing one. Lin Juexiao put the plastic bag on the desk, bent down, and lightly supported Zhou Jinye's chin with his hand, bringing his face up a little.

Lin Juexiao's face didn't show the slight impatience of being called over halfway, but anxious and worried.

The fingers he placed on Zhou Jinye's chin were warm, like a ray of sunshine in winter.

Zhou Jinye looked up at him blankly, until someone touched the wound on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and he subconsciously frowned in pain.

He heard Lin Juexiao ask, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Jinye's heart beat inexplicably fast, he cared more about when his heartbeat would calm down than the tearing pain at the corner of his mouth.

The hand hanging by his leg silently pinched his palm, but the sound of his heartbeat seemed to become clearer.

"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt."

Zhou Jinye himself didn't know how to say this sentence, he blurted it out like a dream.

"You still said you weren't injured?" Lin Juexiao sighed, and didn't reprimand him, but just patiently told him, "In the future, if you get hurt, don't hold back, just tell me."

He chuckled softly: "Although I'm not professional, it's okay to apply medicine."

Zhou Jinye knew that Lin Juexiao was deliberately joking, to ease his anxiety, and also to tell him - I'm not angry, it's okay.

Zhou Jinye obediently sat forward a little bit, his neck felt a little sore when he leaned back for a long time, but he remained silent, even a little secretly happy.

The warm and soft fingers suddenly left his chin, and Zhou Jinye subconsciously followed them with his eyes.

Lin Juexiao moved his hand away to get the contents of the bag. He buried his head in unpacking the ointment seriously, but he didn't see Zhou Jinye's slightly drooping corner of his mouth.

He bought ointment and a cotton swab, carefully squeezed the ointment on the cotton swab, and then slightly lifted Zhou Jinye's chin again to help him apply the medicine.

The ointment was cool, and it was applied to the wound. I don't know if it was caused by psychological effects, or because it was so powerful.

All in all, Zhou Jinye is no longer in pain.

He opened his eyes, taking advantage of Lin Juexiao's focus on his wound, and looked at him openly.

Lin Juexiao's eyes were focused, perhaps because of too much concentration, her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and her rosy lips were tightly pursed.

His hands were beautiful, the joints were not particularly protruding, the fingers were long and thin, and the nails were round and clean.

With such hands, it is extremely pleasing to the eye to do anything.

While helping Zhou Jinye apply the ointment, he asked, "How did the fight start?"

Lin Juexiao glanced at the group of boys gathered around to write the self-criticism. None of them looked like good students. He sighed again and said, "Why are you so stupid, so many people beat you?"

Zhou Jinye rubbed his neck nervously.

He actually wanted to say that he had beaten so many people by himself, and that this blow to his face was also to make things smaller.

Because if only Dong Lesheng was injured, then this matter would be more troublesome.

In the end, Zhou Jinye could only say sullenly: "I won't fight anymore."

Lin Juexiao laughed, and raised his hand to touch his head. Zhou Jinye's hair had never been permed or dyed, and it was washed frequently on weekdays. It was naturally dry and soft.

It feels as good as the hair on Pingping's body, Lin Juexiao couldn't hold back, and rubbed it in a circular motion.

"It's normal for boys of your age to quarrel at the beginning." Lin Juexiao said, "But it's better not to fight, especially when there are so many of them, the one who suffers is yourself."

He looked at Zhou Jinye and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you understand?"

Zhou Jinye said "um", the hair that Lin Juexiao touched was numb, he lowered his head so that Lin Juexiao could not see his blushing face.

"So why did you fight?" Lin Juexiao asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

Zhou Jinye was silent for a moment, but still said softly: "They smoke in the dormitory, I told them not to smoke, they scolded me, and then they started fighting."

The Academic Affairs Office was very quiet, Zhou Jinye's voice was very soft, but everyone heard it.

Dong Lesheng's expression instantly became weird, and the veins on the arm holding the pen bulged.

They noticed it when Lin Juexiao came in, and they didn't pay attention to it at first, but Zhou Jinye's face-changing speed was faster than Peking Opera.

He was sitting in a corner, writing a report with a cold brow, and his gaze would drift away to anyone who disturbed him.

It doesn't seem like a threat, but it just makes people panic.

But when the man Zhou Jinye called "Brother" came over, Zhou Jinye seemed to have been robbed, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely obedient, and he even looked a little panicked, like a child who did something wrong.

He answered whatever the man asked, and his appearance was not at all like his usual reticent appearance in the dormitory.

Zhou Jinye didn't speak in the dormitory, he simply didn't want to speak, but he couldn't speak in front of Lin Juexiao, for fear of saying something wrong.

Dong Lesheng rolled his eyes angrily when he heard Zhou Jinye's remarks, damn, Zhou Jinye is still a fucking double-faced person this week, right?

This word puts himself in the position of a victim. It is true that he scolded people first, but what does it mean to fight?

If the wound on his stomach was not still hurting, Dong Lesheng would have believed it, it was Zhou Jinye who moved first.

And obviously, Zhou Jinye wasn't injured as badly as he was.

When he was so angry that he was about to drop his pen, Director Bi came back, and Lin Juexiao greeted him first: "Hi Director, I am Jinye's brother."

Lin Juexiao kept Zhou Jinye behind him, and smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry to keep you busy in the middle of the night."

"Zhou Jinye's brother, right?"

Director Bi pushed his glasses and glanced at Lin Juexiao seriously. He was too young and he didn't look like Zhou Jinye.

He stretched out his arm, pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Sit first."

After so many years, Lin Juexiao was still nervous when he entered the Academic Affairs Office. Dean Bi was still the same dean when he was studying, but he was quite quiet when he was studying, and he had no chance to talk face-to-face with the dean.

Now it is a novel experience, he can experience the feeling of being called a parent before he has a son and a daughter.

Lin Juexiao straightened his back unconsciously, and he didn't even have the nerve to take the water that Director Bi poured for him.

Zhou Jinye didn't know when, but he stood silently behind him. Lin Juexiao turned his head and mouthed to him, telling him to sit down first.

He understood, but didn't, just shook his head.

"Zhou Jinye just transferred to another school, and he got into a fight with someone else, but there was a reason for it, but it was wrong to do it anyway, and I have already notified their homeroom teacher."

Lin Juexiao suddenly became nervous and asked, "Will Jin Ye be punished?"

Director Bi raised his head and looked around the group of students. In fact, not only Lin Juexiao, but the rest of them were also very nervous.

He said: "The punishment that should be given is still to be given, but they are all in the third year of high school, let's talk about it."

After Lin Juexiao talked with Director Bi for a few words, the rest of the parents seemed to have made an appointment, and there was no order to remember.

But they still didn't come, and some parents even thought it was too far away, so they found an excuse and couldn't come.

Dong Lesheng's mother was not easy to provoke at first glance, she slammed the door and walked in, and twisted Dong Lesheng's ears before saying anything.

She didn't care that she was in the office, she opened her mouth and cursed in fluent dialect: "I've told you several times, don't make trouble in school, why don't you listen?"

As she spoke, she directly raised her hand and patted Dong Lesheng on the back of the head, with a clear voice as if she was patting a watermelon.

Dong Lesheng remained silent even after being beaten by her.

Director Bi saw that almost everyone had arrived, so he asked, "Who did Zhou Jinye get the wound on his face?"

The incident started because of Dong Lesheng. Boys of this age talk about the so-called loyalty the most. He bit the bullet and stood up: "I hit it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his head was hit again, which was even more crisp than the previous one.

Dong Lesheng's mother scolded again: "I get up early and work late every day for you to study, and you are like this in school, fighting, smoking, what else do you know?"

The conflict mainly happened between the two of them. Director Bi persuaded Dong Lesheng's mother to calm down first, and asked the rest to go to the deputy director's office first.

He asked Dong Lesheng and Zhou Jinye to stay, and their parents, Lin Juexiao, stood by Zhou Jinye from beginning to end.

After hearing that it was Dong Lesheng who beat Zhou Jinye, he had a rare look of anger on his face.

For some reason, Zhou Jinye touched his nose guiltily.

Director Bi asked, "Which one of you will do it first?"

Dong Lesheng suddenly lifted his shirt up again, and the wound on his stomach became more serious because of the passage of time.

He pointed at Zhou Jinye and complained: "Teacher, he kicked me first."

Zhou Jinye ignored him, his first reaction was to go to see Lin Juexiao first, to see if Lin Juexiao would be angry.

Lin Juexiao didn't, he just pulled Zhou Jinye back a few steps, took Zhou Jinye's arm, supported his shoulder, and asked soothingly: "Jinye, please tell the director what happened."

Zhou Jinye said "Yes", but he was extremely bad at shirking responsibility, he calmly narrated the whole story: "The first time I came to the dormitory, I saw Dong Lesheng smoking, I had a good chat with them, And they agreed."

"But when I went back today, I found that it wasn't just the two of them, they brought other people over to smoke."

"I just asked them why they smoked in the dormitory, and they suddenly scolded me, and I did it."

No matter how you look at these words, he is very innocent, but no matter how you listen to it, he is the first to make the move.

Dong Lesheng's mother probably saw that Zhou Jinye was not very good at talking, and also that Lin Juexiao looked young, so she stared at Zhou Jinye angrily: "What's the matter with you, you don't know that a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands?"

Lin Juexiao frowned, forced herself to be patient, and said to Dong Lesheng's mother: "Auntie, this is not the way a gentleman uses his mouth—"

Before he finished speaking, his right shoulder was pushed by Dong Lesheng's mother, and he was scolded—"I haven't talked about you yet, how do you educate your children?"

She wanted to push Lin Juexiao again, but Zhou Jinye grabbed her wrist. The boy lowered his eyes and looked down at her.

Zhou Jinye slammed her hand away, then pulled Lin Juexiao behind him, and said coldly, "Speak well, don't move."

His lips were pale, and he looked even more indifferent when he was serious. After hearing Lin Juexiao calling him "Jinye", his expression collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Jinye lowered his head slightly, and stood obediently in front of Lin Juexiao.

His hair was touched again, Lin Juexiao was smoothing his hair, Lin Juexiao slowed down and asked, "What did he scold you for?"

In Lin Juexiao's eyes, Zhou Jinye's essence is a good boy, and he is quite mature, unless the other party really said something very excessive, he will not do anything.

Zhou Jinye pursed his lower lip, and complained to Lin Juexiao in a low voice with the calmest tone: "He scolded me as a Sima thing."

The author says:

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