Rescue the Paranoid Villain boss[Quick Transmigration]

The school gate at 25:5 was full of people, all rushing to catch up for the last [-] minutes and not daring to be late. Among the bustling students, there were only two people who didn't fit in.

The blond girl had a pitiful little tail behind her, tears were still falling unconsciously, holding an old blue schoolbag tightly in her arms, and staggered to squeeze into the school.

There was a little space around.

One is not to dare to offend the famous Shi Qingyi, and be careful to avoid the tail behind her.

The school gate was only half open, and it was too crowded when entering. Some girls accidentally touched the schoolbag with the small tail, and they were still shaking their sleeves vigorously when someone walked by, as if they had gotten something disgusting.

"Is it dirty..."

The voice reached Jiang Zhiyi's ears, and her face turned pale again. In fact, she has always been very clean, even if there is no hot water, she washes up every day. Maybe she smelled of alcohol when cleaning in the morning, or she was sweating all the time. ...

—or maybe she didn't do anything wrong.

She lowered her head subconsciously, wishing she could bury her head in her school uniform. The girl's weak self-esteem was frighteningly fragile, and sometimes it was completely vulnerable.

The girl who was cursing bad luck was still packing her schoolbag, suddenly felt a coldness behind her, raised her head just in time to meet the gaze of the blond girl, the girl turned her head and gave her a cold look.

From head to toe, I swept it once, followed by a slight snort.

The bright sunlight in the morning fell on the ear pinna of the blond girl, and the diamond earrings were worn on the white earlobes, which were crystal clear and expensive, and made people's eyes hurt when they suddenly dazzled.

There was a trace of mockery in the lowered gaze, which was as cold as ice, and her disgusted expression froze because of the cold.

Shi Qingyi glared at him, then turned to look at the little tail behind her, the little tail was lowered and her hair was trembling, she was too timid to raise her head.

She managed to be fierce once, and Little Tail didn't even look up.

At [-]:[-], Shi Qingyi finally stepped on the last second of the bell and entered the classroom. Jiang Zhiyi entered the classroom through the back door, and as soon as she entered, she went straight to the back door. Someone dragged the chair, and the steel chair legs made a harsh friction sound on the marble.

Jiang Zhiyi's back stiffened and she walked a little faster.

Shi Qingyi's eyes dimmed, and he raised his eyes to glance at the girl who deliberately pulled the chair, unexpectedly, she was an acquaintance—Deng Sisi.

"Why did she go yesterday?"

"Why did you go there?" The system looked confused and didn't react at all.

"Deng Sisi—she shut Jiang Zhiyi off the roof for the whole night yesterday, and it rained again, almost killing her. She won't just sit here and go to her evening self-study in peace, right?"

"Oh, that's not true," the system flipped through the script, "She skipped class to go to the concert, but the trip was canceled due to heavy rain, and she went home to play games and sleep."

Shi Qingyi: "..."

The system said earnestly: "Don't expect cannon fodder to have humanity. If they had this thing, Jiang Zhiyi wouldn't be driven crazy."

Shi Qing Yihan leaned against the door of the classroom with a face and did not speak. She was born with a cold face. When she smiled, spring blossoms bloomed. When she was not smiling, she had the ability to freeze three feet. Many people in the classroom felt shivering. A burst of chills.

As a representative of the math class, Deng Sisi had to stand up against the pressure: "Well, classmate Shi, you contradicted Lao He yesterday, and he asked someone to move your desk out and throw it in the corridor..."

Qingyi didn't notice this when she didn't say anything, and turned her head to look in the direction of the corridor.

"..."

Very good, as expected, Hai Hai threw her table at the door of the toilet, her brows twitched, the corners of her mouth pulled down unconsciously, and her complexion became even more stinky.

Seeing that it was not going to end well, a certain girl in the last three rows who was still desperately stuffing breakfast stood up and waved: "Qing Yi, do you want to come and sit next to me? Lu Feng didn't come today—"

Before she finished speaking, a tall and tall boy rushed into the classroom at lightning speed, and threw himself and his bag on the table with a bang: "I'm only 1 minute late, the old class didn't come, right?!"

"..."

The classroom fell into an eerie silence, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward for a moment. At the other end of the corridor, the sound of high heels clicking was already close at hand.

The old class is coming soon.

"I'm going to the last row."

The girl punched the boy who broke in, and the boy groaned because he didn't understand: "Why did you hit me?"

He quickly shut up, because Shi Qingyi, who looked extremely unhappy, sat in the last row.

Class No. [-] of Senior High School is considered a key class. There are not many people in the class, only forty people. There is no one in the back row all the year round. There are brooms and trash cans piled up in the corner, and there is only one person sitting alone.

No one wants to touch her, let alone sit next to her, let alone - doesn't she still have those disgusting thoughts about Shi Qingyi?

Stared at by countless disgusted eyes in the class, Jiang Zhiyi lowered his head again and clenched the corners of his mouth.

Including Deng Sisi's eyes are a bit subtle, Shi Qingyi is really miserable, there is no place in the class, and I can only sit with such a disgusting person, why not go to the toilet and move the table back now.

But it didn't take too long to sympathize, the old class walked up to the podium, knocked on the blackboard with the textbook, and everyone turned around quickly.

The head teacher of class seven in the third year of high school is teaching English. A female teacher in her thirties came in and subconsciously glanced at the whole class. She was stunned when she saw the dazzling blond hair. Here we come.

It's okay to come here, so I don't have to give her a leave. She just looked away, paused, and then looked back. There was a little brown next to the arrogant blond hair, which was close to the corner. She was stunned for a moment. , still couldn't help frowning.

As soon as Shi Qingyi came, Jiang Zhiyi shrank into the corner, half of her body stuck to the corner and leaned in desperately, as if she was some kind of scourge.

It was indeed like a scourge, the girl had a faint body fragrance on her body, and she was not serious when she sat on the table, and she was about to go back to sleep as soon as she lay down on the table, which happened to press a corner of her book.

She didn't dare to twitch or move, her mind was buzzing, and the slightest movement was what she had heard the girl leaning on the table outside the door that day.

The corner of the mouth raised a thin and cold arc, no matter how hurtful the words were, they were still pretty.

"So disgusting? Just playing with her—"

"Ahem——" Jiang Zhiyi's face turned pale again, and she couldn't help coughing. The person in the front row was Deng Sisi's best friend, Jiang Jun. At this time, she turned around, with disgusted and disgusted eyes, and put the book on the table Knock.

"Still telling people not to recite words? Is it bothering to cough?"

When others don't like you, no matter what you do, it's wrong, even if you just catch a cold and cough.

She didn't dare to say anything, she could only suppress herself and tried her best not to cough, her back was bent almost like a bow that was about to break.

But I couldn't control my physical discomfort, and the sound still leaked out. Jiang Jun turned his head again, frowned impatiently, and when he was about to say something, a book flew by.

The blond girl still didn't seem to wake up much, raised her head halfway, and said in a very unfriendly tone: "Are you annoying? Will you let me sleep? Why, I cough, do you have any opinions?"

Everyone in the morning was reading in the morning, and she slept soundly and confidently, and even yelled back at people.

She looked like she was very angry when she got up, and when Yun Li frowned, people couldn't say anything else, Jiang Jun died down, and sat back in embarrassment.

The words he wanted to curse were swallowed back abruptly.

She originally wanted to scold some poor guy, who can't afford medicine and go to school, so why not go back and pick up trash?

Jiang Zhiyi had really picked up the broken ones. He went out to dig through the garbage in the frighteningly cold winter, his hands were full of chilblains. The story of Ba going out to pick up trash slowly spread.

Even though she obviously didn't smell anything, it was rumored that she ran out of a trash can.

The old class went back to get his homework and came from the office. The sound of reading was restored in the classroom, but there were still one or two coughs occasionally, which were low-pitched, and no one said anything.

After the morning self-study was over, it was time for breakfast. Shi Qingyi lay on the table and continued to close her eyes to rest, but was woken up by the old class. She didn't bother to stand up, and only raised half her head.

The old class lost his temper by her anger, and whispered: "Don't go too far just because your mother said hello. The math teacher just said that you need to run out to make such a fuss and get caught in the rain."

After a pause, he asked again: "I just heard them say that you coughed in class, did you have a cold?"

Shi Qingyi climbed up the pole, nodded, didn't want to listen to her nagging, so she went back to sleep, the head teacher was a little embarrassed, paused and sighed, looking helpless.

Maybe he thought she was asleep, and someone outside the classroom was talking about her.

Smacking her lips and whispering about the treatment, the old class didn't take it seriously, but it wasn't her who caught the cold, right?Did she just say that because she wanted to skip class?

As soon as he said that, there was a cracking coughing sound next to him, heart-piercing, coughing and bending down, rubbing his stomach unconsciously with his pale hands.

The system whispered: "She should be hungry. She hasn't had a sip of water since last night."

Shi Qing Yi Teng stood up abruptly, and entered the office confidently.

Even though she looked healthy and didn't seem to have a cold at all, she got the leave slip smoothly.

——The next class is mathematics, and the head teacher doesn't want to have any more conflicts.

I have to say that those few comments about her success opened up new ideas for her.

The school’s infirmary has complete facilities, and the three-story building is equipped with a special ward. The building was donated by Shi Qingyi’s family at the beginning of the year, and it’s still quite new. Shi Qingyi blatantly said that he had caught a cold. The doctor looked at her speechlessly for a moment, Still pushing the glasses and telling her with professional ethics that the injection will be completed soonest.

Shi Qingyi saw that the potion was prepared and was just waiting to be stuck into her arm, and suddenly stood up and called out to wait.

The doctor stopped his hand on her fair arm, and her temples twitched.

Jiang Zhiyi felt like a drowning person, just one breath away from drowning.

Cold, headache, fever, stomach ache, she couldn't speak because of the pain, and she didn't want to cough, but her body couldn't help it, her throat was itchy, she couldn't bear it.

This is just a morning self-study, what should I do for a whole day?

Little by little, she slowly lay down on the table, tightly clutching the position of her lower abdomen, and the space next to her was empty again. Was she still here just now because she thought she was too disgusting?So I left after self-study early.

Sure enough, she knew it.

She was trembling with pain, the sweat slid down from the corner of her forehead, her heart was full of mixed emotions, and she didn't know whether it was more painful in her body or the tingling heart.

Someone kicked the foot of her table: "Hey, Shi Qingyi asked you to go to the infirmary."

The table shook for a bit, hitting her stomach in the shaking, and she was sweating coldly on her forehead, but she still accurately captured the name.

There was a big clock in the classroom. She looked up and saw that class was about to start. The messenger was very impatient and kicked the table again. She was far away and didn't even want to get close.

"Go quickly."

Don't make that king of Hades wait, and push the blame on her.

In fact, it was a bit gloating. This pervert likes girls, and he also likes Shi Qingyi's kind of living hell. The school infirmary is hidden in the grove, and he may have been beaten in the past.

The last time the school bully next door beat Shi Qingyi and threatened to make her his girlfriend, he dare not pass by the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

Isn't it just a beating in the past?What else can there be?

Jiang Zhiyi supported the table and stood up, walked out slowly, the morning wind was very quiet, but it was unprecedentedly cold on her body, she seemed to be covered with a thick layer of depression, and walked out lifelessly.

The students who passed by couldn't help avoiding it, like hiding from a disgusting mass of garbage.

-

Shi Qingyi waited in the infirmary for a long time before seeing a person slowly walking over from the woods, with his waist bowed and his head lowered, walking unsteadily, and his calves were trembling.

Her face was terribly pale, almost pale, but her ears were red, as if she had a fever, and standing in front of her looked like a flower that was about to wither.

"Student Shi..."

She didn't even dare to cry out, her voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, and the more she spoke, the lower her head became, almost sinking into the dust.

Shi Qingyi was leaning on the back of the chair and playing with her mobile phone, only glanced at her, and casually said to the doctor: "Call her."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't know what injection to get, and felt that there was nothing to ask. After walking all this way, her mind was buzzing, and the feeling of nausea became more and more serious. Maybe she wanted to take revenge on her?Needles can't be beaten indiscriminately, and people will be killed if they are beaten randomly, but it seems that there is no good in being alive...

Her head was so heavy, it hurt like it was about to split open, and finally she couldn't support it, her eyes went dark, and she fell down suddenly, but she fell to the ground unexpectedly, as if someone caught her in a blur.

The doctor was speechless. He still couldn't give injections without conscience. He went over to have a check upholding his professional ethics. He was about to reach out to break Jiang Zhiyi's mouth and look at his throat when he was stopped.

The girl put down the phone, held the unconscious man's head on her knees, and opened the girl's chapped lips.

The doctor turned on the light and took a look: "It's serious, the tonsils are inflamed, and the medicine prescribed to you before is not suitable."

You can't take medicine indiscriminately, and you can't beat needles indiscriminately.

In the blur, Jiang Zhiyi seemed to feel someone rubbing her dry and chapped lips, her voice was faint, and she couldn't hear any emotion: "Then change the medicine."

"By the way, could I trouble you to bring me a cup of hot water?"

After a long time, Jiang Zhiyi felt some warm liquid moisten her lips, someone helped her up a little, and a warm cup was brought to her mouth, and she was fed water.

Her throat was so dry that she rushed over, but unexpectedly she was choked. She coughed heart-piercingly, and choked out most of the water. She patted her back lightly with one hand, and she felt that she was about to Most of the glass of water was coughed on his clothes, and he closed his eyes and murmured apologies: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...cough cough, I didn't, I didn't mean to..."

His eyes were too heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." The voice was cold, but the hand patting her back was very gentle, it sounded like... Shi Qingyi's voice.

The doctor was startled after taking the temperature: "It's almost forty degrees, no wonder you're talking nonsense, everyone is confused."

Then he took a strange look at Shi Qingyi, he didn't say to ask for leave after being burned like this, but you are diligent in asking for leave with nothing wrong with you.

Shi Qingyi didn't bother to pay attention to him, took water and carefully fed it into Jiang Zhiyi's mouth, paused for a moment as if thinking of something, then raised her head and asked, "Do you have a tetanus shot here?"

She spread out the girl's tight palm, and there were sparse gaps inside, some were accidentally scratched while cleaning up the broken wine bottle in the morning, and some were left by being trapped on the rooftop last night trying to call for help and pulling the iron gate. Wound.

Just such a pair of hands, still taking notes this morning.

-

Jiang Zhiyi was so dazed that he didn't know if he was still alive, his soul seemed to have left his body and looked at him from afar.

She saw that Shi Qingyi was about to bring gauze to the iodine to clean the wound on her palm, and when she flinched in pain, she would go up and blow it gently, and after cleaning, she would gently rub her forehead with Yunnan Baiyao until this time Only then did she realize that there was a huge bulge in the place where she was hit in the morning, and it turned out that it was because of this that it hurt so much.

She felt that she might be dreaming, Shi Qingyi hugged her, she didn't know what she was thinking, her expression was complicated and bored, for a long time the girl lowered her head, and tapped her forehead lightly with her chin.

Jiang Zhiyi slept for a very long time this time. When she woke up, she was already curled up in a chair by herself. Shi Qingyi was still playing with her mobile phone next to her. Seeing her wake up, she stood up and said to the doctor, "Remember me for the name of the injection." .”

After speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes dimmed, and he gritted his teeth where no one knew, and the students next to him also showed a clear look.

At the same time, I feel that this person is so ruthless, medicine and needles can be messed up, and it is too...

Is this what rich people do?But since the target is that disgusting bug, forget it.

The doctor was speechless. Shi Qingyi's family donated half of the school for half a year to put her in. Of course the doctor knew her. This afternoon, she also received a text message from her mother, asking her how she was feeling when she had a cold.

But the tetanus shot can't be for parents, right?

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't go into what these students were thinking. Anyway, it didn't matter to him, he was just an injector.

Shi Qing Yiqiao was so arrogant, she continued to sleep when she returned home, it was like the reincarnation of a sleepy god, occasionally coughing sounded in the classroom, and the noisy people were annoying, but no one said anything more.

They counted on Shi Qingyi, who was the closest, to violently hurt others, but she was so close that she never said a word.

Jiang Zhiyi, who was studying at night at ten o'clock in the evening, walked through the construction site. Today she walked slowly, and it took almost an hour to reach the entrance of the alley.

Sweat was still faintly on his forehead, but it was much better than in the morning. The garbage at the entrance of the alley had not been cleaned up, and it was piled up in a pile, and flies were buzzing around.

She stood at the entrance of the alley for a while, and suddenly she didn't know what she saw. She turned around and went back, just as a neighbor came to take out the garbage and filled the small gap.

Jiang Zhiyi's face was pale, and in the bleak moonlight, he actually found a small soy milk cup.

—printed with a familiar logo.

For some reason, she suddenly lowered her head to sniff her palm. It was obviously still full of scars, and it was not bandaged as carefully as in her dream, but when she lowered her head, she actually smelled a strong smell of medicine.

Jiang Zhizhi's dull eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly became vivid.