give me a hug

It is not only their majors and their classes who set the physical test day today, several groups of people scattered on the playground near the art building, all of them frowning, tortured by the physical test to the point where they couldn't laugh.

"I'm really drunk. Is that called sitting forward? Just change the name to Wumafenshi."

Lin Shan had just finished watching the forward bending exercise of the class next door, and forced Lai Lai to return to her own class, sighed wearily, and sat down in the empty seat next to Xie Jiaran.

"Jiaran, you didn't see that the boys in Class 8 who were stiffer than shoulder poles were all about to have their waists broken, and they barely pushed out [-] centimeters. It's a tragedy in the world."

Xie Jiaran was fiddling with his mobile phone, when he heard this, he turned to look at him, and asked doubtfully, "Did you push a 3 just now?"

"..."

Lin Shan was at a loss for words, and said quietly: "Brother, I sincerely give you a suggestion. When you mock people, you don't have to have such a sincere expression."

"I didn't mock you." Xie Jiaran withdrew his gaze lightly: "Just to confirm the information."

"You call it soft sarcasm, and it's sarcasm in essence. No matter, I'm already hurt anyway."

Lin Shan sadly made a heart-shaking gesture: "Fortunately, the Sports Committee kindly gave me a 13, which saved the hard ligaments that I, an old shoulder pole, can't pull."

After complaining for a while, seeing that Xie Jiaran was just staring at the phone and ignoring him, he poked his head out of curiosity and asked him: "Why are you so serious about brushing? Could it be a formal logic question bank?"

"No." Xie Jiaran didn't hide it from him: "It's our school forum."

"You still read the forum?" Lin Shan felt strange: "Shocked my mother for 1 years, since when have you become interested in these campus gossips?"

"It's not gossip, it's a voting post."

Xie Jiaran saw that the gap between Liang Suinian and No.2 was getting bigger and bigger in the school grass post, scrolling down a bit, almost all the replies to the post were "enthusiastic" remarks with Liang Suinian's name.

What's more, he directly called her husband with an obvious boy ID, and saw that the corners of his mouth were drawn straight, and the folds between his eyebrows could kill flies.

In contrast to No.2, the frequency of being named is almost zero.

His fingertips slid on the screen unintentionally a few times. He thought of something, and suddenly turned his head and asked Lin Shan: "Is there any way to stop everyone from voting in the voting post? Or let the first drop to the second?"

There are only three popular voting stickers on their school forum, the school flower voting sticker, the school grass voting sticker, and a central square statue-shaped voting sticker.

The voting post that Xie Jiaran was talking about was definitely not the one on the square statue, he was as witty as Lin Shan, and he guessed it nine out of ten: "Do you not want Liang Shen to continue to be this highly anticipated school girl?"

Xie Jiaran nodded, and finally added hesitantly: "Actually, this is not good, right? I have neither the right nor the position to make decisions for him."

"What's the matter? It would be strange if you didn't have this idea."

The old god Lin Shan is here: "I like it, the first thing that comes out is possessiveness, and as your lover, what he wants to see most is your possessiveness. This is called the love of romance in love, and it is also the most valuable. Delicious seasoning."

He said: "And I don't think you have no power or position. Believe it or not, if you tell Liang Shen your thoughts now, he might find someone to delete the post according to your wishes."

Xie Jiaran asked why.

Lin Shan said: "Why else, he spoils you."

It has to be said that Lin Shan's words made Xie Jiaran emotional for a moment.

But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion.

"No," he said.

He felt that Lin Shan didn't understand, but he knew very well that Liang Suinian was not a pet to him now, so he could only be called caring for him.

The care between alumni, the care between brothers, the care between roommates... everything is fine, but it will not be the care between lovers.

Before he was fully sure, he couldn't, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

If a boy confesses to another boy of unknown sexual orientation, if he fails, the price will be too high. They may become more and more alienated, and in the end they don't even have to be friends.

He didn't want that.

Lin Shan saw that this way of thinking couldn't convince him, so she flexibly changed her mind: "Jia Ran, you only pay attention to the school flower post, right? Have you read the school flower post? Do you know that you are the school flower?"

Xie Jiaran nodded and said, "I know."

Lin Shan said again: "School belle and school grass are recognized as common sense that officials are assigned, you must know that too, right?"

Xie Jiaran's eyes flashed, he seemed to understand Lin Shan's meaning.

Lin Shan smiled and said: "So I don't think you need to care too much about those things. Now it's great. You have a school girl and a school flower. You have already become an official matchmaker before your relationship has developed. Tell me, who is chasing someone?" As awesome as you?"

"Do you want him to fall from the first place, do you want to be an official match with others, or do you want him to be the second place with the school belle?"

"Don't look at that group of people who are so loud now, one boyfriend and one husband, when you and Liang Shen are really together, they will howl '99' louder than anyone else, believe it or not?"

"Don't worry, Ranbao, think about the alumni of Tsinghua University who put you on the throne with one vote at a time. Everyone is cheering for you."

"Xie Jiaran, Lin Shan! Come here, the 1000m is about to start!" The sports committee stood on the other side of the track with the registration form and called them.

"Damn it, he's still here in my hell hour."

Lin Shan cried and got up, and said loudly, "Here we are", and while running over there, he turned around and called Xie Jiaran: "Let's go Jiaran, let's finish running early and get out soon."

Xie Jiaran nodded, turned back to the front page of the post, gave two votes today to himself and Liang Suinian, and then put away his phone and got up to follow.

"Have you warmed up yet?"

"This has reached the last item. Sports Committee, you are asking nonsense."

"Aren't I afraid that you slackers who haven't exercised for thousands of years will strain their muscles after running?"

The sports committee said with a smile: "Okay, just warm up. Don't run too fast. I gave you 30 seconds more time. It won't work any more. The teacher in the next class will help keep an eye on it."

"Long live the sports committee! I have loved you for 1 years!"

"My wife is too!"

"Go away, verbal thanks are worthless, if you are sincere, please treat me to milk tea later."

"no problem!"

Lin Shan and Xie Jiaran are recognized as the two boys with the least motor nerves in the class, so when preparing for the run, everyone subconsciously arranged them on the innermost track.

"Jiaran, don't worry for a while, let's run slowly, the sports committee gave us an extra 30 seconds, and we can pass casually."

"Ah."

As soon as the whistle blew, all set off.

Xie Jiaran is really not good at sports, not to mention his sports endurance. He started to feel heavy on his feet after running two and a half laps.

Lin Shan is a little better than him, at least his steps are still three points brisk.

"If there is anything that makes me hate campus life so much, it must be the physical test, and the sports meeting that forces me to participate in the project!"

Lin Shan panted intermittently and complained: "I hate sports!"

Xie Jiaran: "Let's say a few words less, save some energy, we still have one and a half laps left."

"Ah, I'm in such pain!"

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but once he did, Lin Shan became even more desperate: “I’ll never scold my boyfriend for being reincarnated as a starving ghost. I’d rather fight with him in bed for 1000 rounds than run this damn [-] meters!”

"..."

Xie Jiaran couldn't comfort him, this involved a blind spot in knowledge.

Struggling to finish the second lap, looking at the finish line, several boys have already crossed the line, and they are not in a hurry to go back after recording the results, so they just stand there and shout for them procrastinators.

Xie Jiaran took a deep breath, and sprinted for the last half circle.

Lungs are about to explode.

The calf was stiff, and every step was heavy as if filled with lead.

It's really painful.

He thought, indeed, there is nothing more sad than a physical test in his schooling career.

Finally holding his breath, he crossed the finish line amidst the exaggerated cheers of his classmates, and rushed forward with inertia.

It's just that he hasn't heard the sports committee report that he has lost 30 seconds and doesn't know if he can pass the shabby result. His eyes are dazzled, his legs are weak, and he directly loses his strength and falls to his knees.

The knee of his right leg brushed against the uneven plastic track, and immediately brought out a hot and tingling pain.

There were exclamations, and a group of people huffed and surrounded him, but they didn't dare to help him, so they could only crouch anxiously and ask him how he was, and whether there was any serious problem.

Xie Jiaran shook his head to indicate that he was fine and hurt, but he was even more tired now.

Dizzy and panting for a while, he barely recovered, and at the same time, the pain nerve finally received the command slowly, and the wound began to burn.

His skin was pale, and a scrape was burnt on it, which looked particularly scary.

The Sports Commissioner hurriedly took a closer look, and waved his hands exhaling: "It's all right, don't worry, it's just that it looks serious, but it's actually a superficial abrasion. After applying some medicine, the scar will form within two days."

"Hurry up and go to the school hospital first."

Su Xiaoyue said: "The last time I fell, I also went to the school hospital. They will help clean the wound and prescribe some external medicine very quickly."

Lin Shan, who was also out of breath from exhaustion, also recovered, and quickly squeezed into the innermost part: "Come on, don't worry about special circumstances, I'll help you to the hospital."

The students hurriedly got up to make way.

It was a long way from the playground to the school hospital, and the two of them walked slowly for more than 20 minutes before arriving.

The wound after cleaning was red and swollen, and it looked more serious.

The doctor prescribed him a liquid ointment for external application, which came with a pack of cotton swabs for applying the medicine: "Twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, remember not to touch the water, otherwise the wound is prone to inflammation, and the recovery will be slow."

"Okay, okay, I understand, thank you doctor."

Lin Shan helped take the ointment, and immediately wanted to apply a dose to Xie Jiaran, but Xie Jiaran stopped him when he opened the cotton swab bag.

"No, I'll go back to the dormitory."

"Are you sure about it?" Lin Shan said, "This is a bit painful."

"Well, don't worry."

Xie Jiaran insisted that Lin Shan had no choice but to send the person to the dormitory dutifully, and reminded him to remember to take the medicine and not touch the water before closing the door and leaving.

The class group news has been swiping, everyone Aite sent him and Lin Shan a lot of inquiries about the situation, Xie Jiaran clicked on it, roughly paraphrased what the doctor said, reported that he was safe, and turned off his mobile phone to see his injury.

After walking for a while, blood oozes from the wound that was cleaned not long ago.

Xie Jiaran lightly tapped around the wound a few times with her fingertips, got up and turned on the lights in the dormitory, and carefully took a photo of the wound with her mobile phone.

In the photo, there is a large red and swollen circle around the blood-oozing wound. At first glance, the injured area is larger than it actually is. Against the background of cold white skin, it is so miserable that it makes people worry.

He sent the photo to Liang Sunian who was on top.

Almost a second to get a reply:

In the past years: [? ? ?Where is the knock, why is it so serious? ! 】

X. : [The physical test accidentally fell while running. 】

Su Past Years: 【Have you been to the school hospital?Have you taken any medicine?Why are you still bleeding? 】

X: [I've been there, I've taken the external medicine, but I haven't taken it yet. 】

Liang Suinian glanced at the photo again, clicked his tongue, and his brows were about to become knotted.

Su past years: [Why not? 】

X. : [The doctor said it will hurt a little...]

In the past years: [/knock head/knock head]

Su past years: [Wait. 】

Xiao Chi was taking notes, when he noticed movement around him, he saw that Liang Suinian was packing up his things, and said in a daze, "Brother Liang, you want to go?"

Liang Suinian: "Yes."

Xiao Chi glanced at the time: "It's still more than half an hour before get out of class ends."

Liang Suinian kept moving: "Half an hour, maybe half an hour, Xie Jiaran is injured, I have to go back and have a look."

Xiao Chi groaned, and quickly asked, "Where is the injury? Head or shoulder, is it serious?"

Liang Suinian: "I fell during the physical test and rubbed a big piece on my leg."

"Oh." Xiao Chi heaved a sigh of relief: "That's not serious, why don't you go back after class is over, Lao Chen said for a while that roll call is needed 5 minutes before get out of class ends, and you will have to deduct your normal points if you don't."

Liang Sunian said: "You guys help me fool me for a while, if it doesn't work, let him deduct it, and I will take the exam by myself at the end of the semester."

Xiao Chi wrinkled his nose: "No, brother, I don't care about deducting points anymore. Do you want to be so nervous?"

"Don't stand and talk without back pain. Are you nervous if your child falls?"

Liang Suinian twitched the corners of his mouth, and hugged the book: "Let's go first, I'll see the situation later, I'll give you a brother, and I'll treat you to dinner later."

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of the time when the teacher turned back to write on the blackboard, he bowed and quickly slipped out of the classroom.

They have the habit of printing out timetables and pasting them on the wall. Xie Jiaran went to Liang Suinian's place to take a look at his timetable, and checked the time. He should be taking a political and legal course now, and the get out of class will end in half an hour.

He looked down at himself, just after a fall, he always felt that his body was covered with dust, which was unbearably dirty.

At this time, I still remember the doctor's advice not to get wet.

However, when he went to the bathroom with a handkerchief and a change of clean clothes to wipe the wound without touching it, but he always felt that it was more uncomfortable to hang it up and down if it was not clean, this warning was thrown out of his mind.

Anyway, I will be taking medicine soon.

He turned on the shower and drenched himself from head to toe, thinking, it's time to clean the wound again.

The wound was wet with water, and the sting was even worse.

Xie Jiaran took a deep breath and could only finish washing at a faster speed, turn off the water, carefully wipe off the water droplets on the wound, and then dry himself, put on his clothes and was about to put on his pants, when the sound of the door opening came from the dormitory.

It couldn't be Liang Suinian.

This was Xie Jiaran's first reaction, he was still in class, it was impossible to come back so soon.

But then, he heard Liang Sunian calling his name.

The movement stopped immediately, and two thoughts flashed through his head:

Liang Suinian skipped class for him.

Li Tang and Shen Xuehao are still in class and haven't come back, they are the only two in the dormitory now.

The choice is fleeting.

He raised his hand and threw the clean pants into the laundry basket.

He took a wool-colored cotton towel to wipe his hair, and walked out of the bathroom slowly, wearing only a loose top that was wide enough to cover his legs.