Heart distance

Han Ziqi couldn't understand how there could be such shameless people in the world, "Despicable."

"That's a pity, one minute is up." Han Ting straightened his clothes, bent down and leaned towards his ear, "Children, when you take a bath later, remember to rinse your ears with cold water, it has been red for a long time."

Before he could reply, the man stood up straight, leaving only his back view.

Shameless.

For the next week, Han Ziqi didn't ask Han Tingsong for any Sanda moves until the second class.

In class, Han Tingsong explained in detail the remaining content of the previous class.

Then came the free practice period, and Han Ziqi automatically formed a group with him.

"I attack, you defend." Han Tingsong was rarely serious, and instructed: "The actions just now were a bit dangerous, you must pay attention to safety, I will not attack quickly, don't worry and take your time."

Han Ziqi was ready to move, "There's a lot of nonsense."

After several rounds of confrontation, Han Tingsong gave a thumbs up, "Sure, kid, the speed is getting faster and faster."

"You put too much water, be serious." Han Ziqi's forehead began to sweat, he still has more energy, and he can be stronger.

Han Tingsong speeded up his attack again.

As the difficulty of the exercise increased, Han Ziqi's physical strength gradually declined, and his upper body leaned back when he was moving fast under his feet.

"careful!"

Han Tingsong's reminder failed to suppress his pain, the strong twisting sensation spread along the ankle to the nerve cord, making his scalp numb.

"How are you?" Han Tingsong quickly squatted in front of him.

"It's okay." Han Ziqi pressed his ankle with one hand, sat on the ground with his legs bent, and held the ground with the other hand to force himself not to fall.

"Show me." Han Tingsong took off his shoes without asking for his opinion.

Han Ziqi didn't even have time to stop him, the other party had already taken off his socks and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.

Han Tingsong supported the sole of his foot with one palm, and gently pressed the joint between the ankle and the joint with the other hand, "Does it hurt here?"

Han Ziqi shook his head.

"What about here?" Han Tingsong pressed another place.

Han Ziqi gritted his teeth, "It's okay."

"Stop trying to be brave at this time." Han Tingsong saw his forbearance.

"Sweat dripped down the forehead to the floor, "It hurts. "

"It should be a dislocation." Han Tingsong looked up at the teacher's lounge a few meters away, "wait for me."

After a while, Han Tingsong pushed the chair with pulleys to come to him, dragged him by the waist to help him onto the chair, and dispersed the students who were watching.

Han Tingsong pushed him into the classroom lounge, and closed the door behind him.He took out another chair and propped his legs up.

The man half-kneeled on the floor, gently supporting his injured ankle with his palm.

The lounge in winter is not warm, Han Tingsong only wears a pair of thin dark sweatpants, with his knees sticking to the marble floor.I don't know how cool it is up there, but it must be very cold.

"It's a dislocation." Han Tingsong's face was stern, and his frivolous look had long since disappeared, "I'll help you straighten it first, it hurts a bit, bear with it."

Han Ziqi's eyes and thoughts were all fixed on his calf pressed against the cold hard ground, and he couldn't hear what the man said at all.

Han Tingsong simply moved his shoulders and wrists, put his left hand lightly under his feet, pressed his right hand on his feet, and groped with his fingertips on his ankles and feet, as if he was looking for the correct orientation.

The tips of dark brown hair fell down as the man lowered his head, slightly covering his eyelashes.The sweat drops hanging from the temples glowed with crystal luster under the echo of the energy-saving lamp above the head.

The quiet and dignified atmosphere made Han Ziqi feel like sitting on pins and needles, and the clearer and clearer heartbeat extended the pain in his ankle to the maximum.

Han Ziqi clasped the edge of the swivel chair with both hands, because of the subsequent burning sensation brought about by the intense exercise, he was so delirious.

Distraught and restless.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't take his eyes off the man.

It was probably because kneeling for a long time made the client's knee sore, the man straightened up and changed the other knee.

The ground, which had not been scrubbed for a long time, was stained with a layer of dust from his knees to his calves, which made Han Ziqi annoying and upset.

Desiring to find a topic urgently to ease the unfamiliar discomfort at this moment, Han Ziqi pointed at his knee, "Your pants..."

Han Tingsong seemed to realize that this would bring unpleasant experience to the cleanliness boy, so he simply rolled up his sports pants to his knees to cover the dust.

Create an illusion of so-called out-of-sight, out-of-mind.

This did not bring any better feeling to the person involved. The red marks on the man's knees caused by kneeling for a long time hurt his eyes, and strange thoughts tormented his increasingly irritable heart.

Han Ziqi just wanted to stop this boring thought, "Your..."

"Shut up." Han Tingsong found the bone-setting position, and the current posture was not easy for him to exert strength, so he simply knelt on the ground with both knees together, and he didn't even have time to put down his trouser legs.

Thin knees, just kneeling directly on the cold marble floor.

The center of the knee is the link between the two tiles, and there are some granular stones in the gap, which are tightly stacked with Han Tingsong's knee at this moment.

In order to exert strength, Han Tingsong straightened his body, held his ankles, and pressed the soles of his feet against his lower abdomen. Han Ziqi could even feel the outline of the man's abdominal muscles.

The thin T-shirt couldn't cover Han Tingsong's body temperature at all, and the hot touch ran along the cold soles of the feet, all the way to the hot ear tips.

"It will hurt later, bear with it and don't move."

Han Ziqi gritted his teeth and nodded.

He is not afraid of pain.

But afraid of being hot.

Han Tingsong straightened his leg, raised his foot by three centimeters, pressed his right hand on the top of his foot, and pulled it hard after confirming that it was correct.

"Okay, move around a bit and see if it works." Han Tingsong instructed again, "Don't move too much, the ligament must be damaged, and it will aggravate the injury."

Han Ziqi followed his advice, "It's all right."

Han Tingsong was obviously worried, and pressed his foot to confirm again and again.

After making sure that nothing happened, he propped up the stool and sat down on the chair beside him, wiping the sweat that had been oozing from his forehead for a long time, completely ignoring that those hands touched his feet just now.

Just because one person doesn't care, doesn't mean the other person can turn a blind eye.

Han Ziqi's language system was already confused, so he turned his head away from him, "Thank you."

"Thank you, what happened to you in my class is all my responsibility."

Han Ziqi felt a little unexplained irritability in his heart, "It has nothing to do with you, it's my own carelessness."

"As long as your feet are fine." Han Ziqi took out a coat from the hanger and handed it to him, "Put it on."

Han Ziqi looked up. It was Han Tingsong's windbreaker with his scent hanging on it, "No, I have my own clothes."

"It's cold outside now, and I don't have the time to accompany you to the classroom to get your coat." Han Tingsong was about to help him put on the clothes, "Don't get angry with me here, or you'll have to go to the evening rush hour."

"Where are you going?" Han Ziqi blocked the hands that wanted to help him put on his clothes, and put them on himself.

"Hospital."

"I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Ankle dislocation is likely to be accompanied by a fracture, go to the hospital to take a film for insurance." Said!With his back turned, he bent down and hooked his hands, "Come up."

"Why?" Han Ziqi held the cuff that covered half of his palm.

"Carry you to the hospital."

"No, I can go by myself."

Han Tingsong stood up, "It's almost done, I know you have a cleanliness habit, but as far as your body is concerned, I have touched everything that should be touched and should not be touched."

"Your body is important, not bad this time."

The other party's words made Han Ziqi's throat tighten.

He wanted to refute but found that the hot topic made him unable to speak.

"You really can't accept it. When you come back from the hospital, I'll buy you a cart of disinfectant and let you soak in it every day."

Han Ziqi didn't move, and said softly to himself, "I don't think you're dirty."

"what?"

"fine."

"Now I'll give you two choices, carry or hug?" Han Tingsong threatened, "I'll count to three, if you don't reply, I'll choose for you."

The other party no longer gave him a chance to argue.

"three."

"two."

"one."