Why is this male classmate sticking to me?

The next night, in the Yangchang alley behind the snack street in the middle gate of the school, Lu Chanchan sat against the wall and doubted his life.

He stared at the search interface of the mobile phone in a small circle, lost in thought. There was only one wall between the snack street and the snack street. Why did the internet speed and signal in the alley seem to be in the Qing Dynasty?

After delivering the dry food to the nephew cat, in order to save a lot of walking, Lu Chanchan made the decision she regretted most since the beginning of school—to take a shortcut and take a small path.

He never imagined that this small alley with few living creatures even during the daytime would actually have someone riding a bicycle in it at night.

And hit him.

It escaped after being hit.

The sprained ankle has become a little numb from the severe pain at the beginning.

Lu Chanchan supported the wall and tried to stand up. After tossing and tossing for a long time, she sat back down without any surprise, and was sweating profusely from the pain.

Well, he really doesn't seem to be able to get out on his own.

After wandering around the search interface for a long time, a little man with his head in his arms jumped out slowly, asking him to reconnect to the network.

Lu Chanchan had no expression on her face, pressed the refresh button for the third time, and started a long wait.

His group of cheap roommates gathered for a bachelor party today, and Lu Chanchan made a round of phone calls, but no one answered the only one who got through.

The signal in the alley was ridiculously poor, so Lu Chanchan switched the screen back to the chatting interface with Jiang Yulin.

[LCC: Monitor save me, I sprained my ankle QAQ]

[LCC: It's in the alley behind the middle gate! ]

[LCC: Behind Wang Po's trotters! ]

Except for the first sentence sent successfully, the next two sentences show that the sending failed.

Lu Chanchan almost wanted to blow his head off, is he a badass?

So why can't it be finished in one sentence?

The search interface finally came out this time, and after looking at it, Lu Chanchan fell into deep thought.

【Search】Calling the police after spraining the ankle, will it be judged as a false alarm?

Answer 1: The police uncles are very busy, so it is recommended to take a taxi by yourself.

If he can get a taxi, does he still need to ask online?

Answer 2: It is recommended to ask the firefighter uncle for help.

Uncle Fireman?

The firefighters are busy helping aunts and uncles clean up the hornet's nest, do they still have time to take care of him?

The ankle was throbbing and hurting badly, and the back began to sweat coldly. Lu Chanchan lifted up her trouser legs and looked at it with a flashlight: it was red and swollen, like a big boiled pig's trotter.

He leaned back against the wall, behind him was the bustling snack street, and Wang Po's trotters, which he often visited.

Lu Chanchan looked at her pig's trotters, and came up with a helpless solution.

He took a deep breath, "Wang—po—!"

He slapped the rough brick wall hard, "Wang Po, can you hear—?"

"Save-life-na-!"

Unsurprisingly, no one answered.

Lu Chanchan vented her anger and leaned back against the wall.

There is only a wall, and all the noise from the opposite side falls into the ears.

Lu Chanchan sniffed, he looked particularly bleak here.

"I'm your old customer..."

He rested his chin on his knees, crossed his legs and looked up at the moon.

Today's moon is not round, but it is so bright that even the slate bricks in the alley reflect the moonlight.

Thoughts could not stop emptying.

Obviously at this time, he should find a way to call for help. His mobile phone still has some power, so he can call 120, 110, or even call a friend casually.

Lu Chanchan always felt that he was the kind of person who would go all the way to save him even if he went to the wilderness. He had so many friends.

But when he encountered a similar situation, he didn't know who to turn to. He obviously had so many friends...

Lu Chanchan peeled off the phone case and pulled out a small piece of talisman paper, which she asked for at the legendary most spiritual temple in the country with her cousin before school started.

The talisman paper is under the moonlight, and the red letters on the yellow background are written with blessings and fate.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was really a bit too back recently, couldn't even protect the Bodhisattva, and got sick and injured one after another.

He Jiang Yulin's wechat interface was still stuck on the one sent an hour ago, without any movement.

The heart seemed to sink slowly.

Did he see it, at least he replied...

Lu Chanchan buried her face in her knees and listened carefully to the noise outside the wall. Gradually, a series of sudden footsteps were mixed in the noise.

He pricked up his ears to distinguish carefully, and it was indeed coming from the alley.

The voice was getting closer and clearer. It was so clear that it sounded familiar. Lu Chanchan's hands trembled. Is it Jiang Yulin?

He twisted his sleeves involuntarily with his fingers, staring at the corner of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar figure appeared around the corner.

The visitor paused, and when he saw him, he walked towards him.

Jiang Yulin's footsteps are just like his own, always seeming to be steady and gentle, with the moonlight on his back, every step feels like stepping on his heart.

When he got closer, Jiang Yulin stood still in front of him, and under the moonlight, Lu Chanchan saw clearly that he was wearing a light orange T-shirt.

He suddenly thought of what was said on the Internet: ask the uncle firefighter for help.

Although the saturation of Jiang Yulin's clothes looked a lot lower than that of the firefighter's suit under the moonlight, but he looked very, very good-looking when he wore them.

With a hoarse voice, Lu Chan murmured: "Squad leader..."

Jiang Yulin knelt down in front of him, "Lu Chanchan."

His voice is panting.

Jiang Yulin's physical strength has always been very good. He can carry Lu Chanchan from the cafeteria to the dormitory through the long tree-lined avenue, and he can also run with Lu Chanchan every night.

He never made such a gasp that was similar to panic.

The alley was unusually quiet, and this little gasp was mixed with the noise outside the wall, and it still fell into Lu Chanchan's ears.

He froze for a moment, "Are you, did you come here?"

Jiang Yulin didn't speak, just watched Lu Chanchan silently for a while.

When he spoke again, his voice had returned to his usual calm, "No."

He saw Lu Chanchan nodded slowly, and lowered his eyelids with his fingers.

A small piece of dust rubbed on his left cheek, which adhered to Bai Shengsheng's face, making the owner look very pitiful.

Jiang Yulin raised his hand to wipe it, and Lu Chanchan's plump lips were drawn into a line, and he saw the pair of symmetrical dimples again.

Pursing your lips can represent many emotions, not only because of happiness, but also because Lu Chanchan is sad or wronged, they will all come out.

Jiang Yulin's finger slid down his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally couldn't help it, and gently touched the dimple on the left.

In the end, Lu Chanchan was carried out of the alley by Jiang Yulin, like a child, with his arms around Jiang Yulin's neck, his head resting on his shoulders, and his whole body was weak.

Jiang Yulin still couldn't get used to Lu Chanchan's drooping head and silence, he hesitated for a long time, "Are you crying?"

Lu Chanchan lay on his shoulder, and the voice came out muffled, "No..."

It's true that there is no cry, but there is no spirit either.

Jiang Yulin looked down at the furry head on his shoulder, and after a while, sighed and stroked his back, "Okay."

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in the hospital.

Lu Chanchan sat outside the orthopedic clinic, staring at her ankles in a daze.

Half an hour ago, the doctor pinched his ankle, which was swollen into a large pig's trotter, and sent him to take an X-ray with a "yo-ho".

After taking the film, he pinched the film again and said "yo ho" and said that fortunately no bones were injured, and sent him to get the medicine.

He couldn't walk, so he had to sit outside the door and wait.

When Jiang Yulin came back after taking the medicine, he saw him in a daze alone. The bright and pale lights of the hospital made his face turn pale.

Jiang Yu and Lin Xin hung up slightly, quickened his pace and walked over, raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Lu Shuishui?"

Lu Chanchan came back to her senses, raised her head and pursed her lips at him, "Squad leader, I'm sorry, I didn't receive your message back to me."

When he sent Jiang Yulin a distress message, the other side came back almost immediately and asked him where he was, but he didn't receive it because of the network.

Now at the hospital, the network is smooth, and a series of news about Jiang Yulin's being stuck came out.

They not only came to look for him, but also accompanied him in the hospital, but he thought that Jiang Yulin didn't reply on purpose, and even complained to him a little.

Lu Chanchan lowered her head and buckled the seat, feeling extremely guilty, "I'm really sorry..."

Jiang Yu Lin Xin hung even higher, he squatted down, gently lifted Lu Chanchan's chin, and let him look at him, "I don't blame you, it's because the network is not good."

Lu Chanchan looked at him for a while, nodded, then shook her head, avoiding his hand to adjust her emotions.

Jiang Yulin couldn't bear his downcast appearance, so he followed his back and said in a slow voice, "What's the matter, is your foot hurting? Or is there something wrong?"

Lu Chanchan lowered his head and calmed down. He was never a person who would allow negative emotions to occupy his heart for too long.

Looking up at Jiang Yulin again, the corners of his mouth had already curled into a faint smile, "I'm not feeling sick, I'm just a little hungry."

Jiang Yulin looked at his shallow dimples. Although his voice was still weak, at least it was no longer as dull as it was at the beginning.

His heart moved slightly to the original place, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Well, what do you want to eat?"

Lu Chanchan thought for a while, rolled her eyes around, and finally locked on her swollen ankle, "Pig trotters."

"what?"

Jiang Yulin didn't react.

Lu Chanchan paused, then added angrily: "It's Wang Po's trotters!"

Jiang Yulin reacted for a long time, and when he saw that Lu Chanchan's expression finally returned to the same as usual, and he was joking, his heart finally fell back to the original place.

He stood up and massaged Lu Chanchan's furry hair twice gently, "Land, water, water."

The voice was broken and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth, as if he was relieved.

Lu Chanchan didn't hide, let him snort, and looked at Jiang Yulin with big round eyes: "Go eat now, I'll treat you, monitor, as much as you want!"