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Zhuang Yan had never served anyone before, so he had no way of attacking Chu Chen whose collar was half-opened.

Boys don't pay much attention to it, they always wash their face as they like, and they solve it quickly like a war.

He had a difficult choice between letting go and being a good person. He walked to the door twice, touched the doorknob with both hands and twisted it several times without opening it, and finally chose a good person to be a good person to the end.

He pondered for a while with difficulty, leaned over the bed, shook the towel, folded it into a square shape, and tentatively touched his face that was getting red and swollen.

It was just a touch, and he had no idea how hard it was. He thought he was very gentle, but he saw that Chu Chen's face showed pain in the next second, and his lips parted slightly and let out a hoarse moan of pain.

Zhuang Yan stuck out his tongue secretly, and restrained his movements.

The towel changed from left hand to right hand, solemnly and awkwardly changed several positions, the towel was completely cold, and he never dared to touch it a second time.

Surrounded by the faint bitter fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine, the cloth in his hand gradually lost its warmth, and Zhuang Yan did not hesitate any longer. He leaned down as if he was facing an enemy, and his eyes almost fell directly on Chu Chen's face. Just as he was preparing for the psychological construction and was about to continue, Chu Chen, who had been in a coma all along, opened his eyes just as he stretched out his hand halfway.

"What are you doing..." He squinted his eyes, his vocal cords seemed to contain yellow sand, and his weakness was visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the distance between the faces of the two is only one fist away, and even the hairs on each other's cheeks can be counted, and Zhuang Yan only feels a short burst of hot air blowing by his ears.Fortunately, Chu Chen's expression was normal, which prevented this subtle embarrassment from taking shape.

"Uh..." Zhuang Yan choked, and he shook the towel stiffly: "Should, roughly, be considered taking care of you?"

These words were so untrue that Zhuang Yan wanted to laugh when he heard that, Chu Chen's pale face suddenly became magical.

"You don't believe it?" Majestic straightened up naturally, and pulled out a small round mirror from the low table beside him, "There is nothing you can do if you don't believe it, because this is the truth. Here, I appreciate your beauty for yourself. I will give you 3 minutes to silently write a [-]-word gratitude essay to thank me."

Chu Chen ignored him and didn't make a sound. He first looked around the surrounding environment. The small room was simply furnished and filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine and disinfectant.

Occasionally, black and white figures passed by outside the blinds, and the voices of people were far away but boiling. He guessed that this should be the school's infirmary.

He turned his neck and took a look in the solemnly held mirror.Although the erythema gradually subsided, there were still a few traces of redness left in the flesh, and the unbearable burning pain was relieved a lot, replaced by a faint coolness.

"Are you allergic to ultraviolet rays? No wonder you wear a hat every day, and you seem to be a shady person all the time. I thought you came here illegally." Zhuang Yan joked casually, and sat down lazily by the bed, holding the phone in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket After digging for a long time, he finally took out a crumpled plastic bag, and he took out the ointment: "This is the medicine prescribed for you by the teacher in the infirmary. You are asked to apply it three times a day, remember to apply it on time."

Two tubes of clarinet ointment rolled on the pure white quilt several times. Chu Chen picked it up and took a closer look. It was a special ointment for allergies and anti-inflammatory that he had seen countless times in the case list before.

One as thick as the index finger is sold at a high price of five hundred and two under the banner of importing.Because it is too expensive, he has always stayed away from it, so he can only avoid the sun as much as possible in his life to avoid allergies.

"How much are these two?" Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still asked in a low voice.

"More than 1000, tsk, it's a bit expensive." Zhuang Yan opened the game interface, and said while chopping the fruit: "But I just checked it specially, and the effect of the medicine seems to be quite good, and the effect is quick, and the price/performance ratio is barely passable."

"Can I withdraw?" Chu Chen said calmly, rubbing the medicine tube with his fingers.

"what?"

Zhuang Yan's brain split a fork, and the bomb hit the bomb with a knife, and the screen flashed white.

Chu Chen lowered his eyes: "It's enough to protect yourself well, you don't need this."

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and looked at him with a somewhat lonely expression. It was still broad daylight, but his whole body seemed to be trapped in darkness, and his whole body was filled with indescribable gloom.

At a certain moment, an inexplicable strange emotion flashed through Zhuang Yan's heart, it was very short, and the degree was very light, so light that if he didn't pay attention, he would almost die in a hurry.

The relationship between two boys who are not very good, or even bad, is always a bit awkward in the same room, but at this moment, it is a rare place where there is no quarrel, quiet and peaceful, the embarrassment is automatically doubled, except for a few simple words Except for the necessary chat, the topic will soon be lost.

The two teenagers played with their mobile phones and looked at the ground with their own thoughts, until the call notification of the video call broke the deadlock.

"Your cell phone is ringing." Zhuang Yan withdrew his gaze, which was so dazed that the phone had long since crashed but didn't realize it, and rubbed his hands together.

Chu Chen was half lying down, with water still hanging on the back of his hand. He was sore and weak. He tried his best to reach it, but he couldn't reach it, so he said, "I'm not very convenient now, please help me."

"Where is the phone?" The solemn face was impatient, but the hands had already followed the sound automatically, and began to grope and search for Chu Chen.

"The left trouser pocket." Chu Chen turned his body slightly to make it easier for him to touch.

The bell rang once and then stopped, and it rang again the next moment. Solemn half kneeling on the edge of the bed, he reached out to touch it.

The summer air was hot and turbid, he reached into Chu Chen's trouser pocket to get the phone, brushed his scorching palms and heels of his legs through the thin material of the trousers hurriedly, solemnly froze, and pressed the phone with a trembling finger.

"Little Brother Shen."

A small pointed face with doubts appeared on the screen.

Probably to avoid the camera, Chu Chen suddenly bent his legs and whispered, "Don't point the camera at me."

Majestic was slightly shaken by his sudden movement, and almost lost his knees, and the empty hand in the panic supported Chu Chen's shoulder urgently so as not to get down.

"Fuck..." Zhuang Yan was speechless, glanced at Chu Chen's pitiful face from the corner of his eye, sighed, pointed the camera at himself, and said with a fake smile: "Hi..."

Opening his mouth, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten the child's name. He glanced at the note and called out, "Listen."

"Are you Snowball?" Ting Ting tilted his head and blinked, as if he was thinking about who this person was on the screen.

"I..." Zhuang Yan sat up straight, feeling vaguely familiar with these words, "Who is Xueqiu?" He subconsciously asked.

Chu Chen quietly said, "A rabbit."

solemn:"……"

His hands trembled, and he suddenly wanted to drop his phone.

"Come on, little carrot, let's get to know each other, my name is Brother Zhuang Yan," he squinted and smiled.

"Brother Xueqiu." Tingting said softly with his round eyes open.

"Brother Zhuang Yan." Zhuang Yan clicked his tongue.

"Snowball..." The impatient elder brother was surprisingly close to his eyes. He was so happy that he wanted to yell on purpose, but in the middle of the yelling, he saw someone with a sullen face, looking like he was about to hit someone. , I had to change my words: "Brother Xiaozhuang."

"good."

"Where's Little Brother Shen?" Ting Ting asked, "He didn't teach me to sing today's song."

"Song?" Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to stare at the erratic someone, "What song?"

Chu Chen's eyes dodged for a rare moment, and then he sometimes avoided talking about Zhuang Yan, or directly changed the topic, which aroused Zhuang Yan's interest that he didn't have much interest in at first.

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