Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

At 02:30 in the afternoon, Ji Xiaohuan came back to class.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he met Shang Kuangmu's eyes.

Kuang Mu sat on the seat with his back straight, his big eyes staring straight at the gate.

When he saw Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes flickered for a moment, then he lowered his head, took out the earphone strap from the drawer and put it on.

Until Ji Xiaohuan walked beside Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu didn't raise his head.

In the past, whenever Ji Xiaohuan came, Kuang Mu would stand up on his own initiative, but today Ji Xiaohuan stood outside his seat for a long time, and Kuang Mu was still listening to the song with his head bowed, motionless.

Ji Xiaohuan knocked on Kuang Mu's desk to remind Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu didn't seem to hear, he didn't even raise his head.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned.

He didn't know what Kuang Mu was awkward about today, but he knew that Kuang Mu was waiting for him to speak first.

But Ji Xiaohuan is in a bad mood today, and he doesn't want to go along with Mu's temper at all.

So Ji Xiaohuan walked to Zhu Xingjun's place, knocked on his desk and said, "Let me go."

Zhu Xingjun was taking a nap, thinking that his deskmate had come, he got up impatiently: "Fuck, I didn't see that I was sleeping..."

When Zhu Xingjun saw the person coming, the voice behind him trembled twice, and he swallowed the words behind: "Ji Xiaohuan?"

"excuse me."

Zhu Xingjun didn't understand why he stood up.

The next second he saw Ji Xiaohuan walk into his seat, propping up the corner of the table with one hand, stepping on the table with one foot and flipping into the seat.

The movement was crisp and neat, then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wiped the table, sat down and began to pack his things.

Zhu Xingjun was dumbfounded.

Kuang Mu also raised his head.

He watched Ji Xiaohuan for half a minute, then lowered his head, picked up a pen and began to write questions.

Kuang Mu's posture was very awkward, he wished to block Ji Xiaohuan out of sight, and clicked the pen in his hand to show his dissatisfaction.

Ji Xiaohuan glanced at him, patted Zhu Xingjun on the back and asked, "What did Lao Feng talk about this morning?"

"This morning..." Zhu Xingjun began to turn the pages of his book, then turned around and said, "The exercise on page 256."

"Okay, thank you."

Ji Xiaohuan lowered his head and was about to turn the pages when he heard Kuang Mu turn his head next to him. He looked at Ji Xiaohuan and was silent for a while, then corrected him sternly: "It's page 258."

Zhu Xingjun in front let out an ah, and said, "Isn't there a 256-page exercise in the morning?"

Kuang Mu gave him a cold look and said, "You fell asleep this morning."

Only then did Zhu Xingjun come to his senses, scratched his head, and said to Ji Xiaohuan: "Old Feng did talk to page 256 before I fell asleep this morning, maybe he talked about two pages of exercises later, you should listen to Kuang Mu. "

"No need." Ji Xiaohuan didn't even raise his head, turned the pages of the book with his fingers, and patted Zhu Xingjun's shoulder: "I'm not familiar with the exercises on page 256, so I just revisited them, thank you."

"Ah... that's fine."

Zhu Xingjun was still a little sleepy, rubbed his eyes and turned his head.

Kuang Mu glanced at the textbook in Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and seeing the 256 pages on it, his expression turned cold immediately.

He turned around and threw the pen in his hand on the table, his mouth puffed again and again, but he still couldn't hold his breath, and asked Ji Xiaohuan in a muffled voice: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What on purpose?"

"Deliberately piss me off."

The pen in Ji Xiaohuan's hand paused, and he turned his head to look at Kuang Mu, just in time to see Kuang Mu's puffy side face, white and tender like a piece of bread.

Ji Xiaohuan laughed: "Then you take yourself too seriously."

Then Ji Xiaohuan saw Kuang Mu's bulging chin, which suddenly collapsed, like a punctured balloon, and immediately died down.

Kuang Muru was doused with cold water, and the anger in his body was instantly extinguished.

It's like this every time, Kuang Mu is full of expectations in order to get close to Ji Xiaohuan a little bit, but Ji Xiaohuan only needs one word to push him away, making all his thoughts worthless.

After a long time, Kuang Mu hooked his lips mockingly, and said in a low voice, "You're right..."

The whole afternoon, Kuang Mu didn't say a word to Ji Xiaohuan, nor did he look at Ji Xiaohuan more, there was a rare silence.

Away from Kuang Mu's attention, Ji Xiaohuan felt a lot more relaxed.

When school was over in the evening, Ji Xiaohuan packed his schoolbag and reached into the drawer, but his fingertips touched a cold box.

Ji Xiaohuan froze for a moment, then took the box out of the drawer.

Blue lunch box.

This lunch box looked familiar, Ji Xiaohuan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then turned his head to look at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu didn't know when he finished copying the notes, so he turned his head and looked at him quietly.

His eyes were silent, Ji Xiaohuan's face was clearly reflected in his dark brown pupils.

Ji Xiaohuan thought, he knew why Kuang Mu was inexplicably angry today.

"Give it back to me." Kuang Mu lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand in front of Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't speak, and put the lunch box on Kuang Mu's palm.

Kuang Mu took the lunch box, took out the white lunch box from his drawer, stood up and was about to leave.

Judging by the weight of the white lunch box that Kuang Mu picked up, he didn't eat breakfast either.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned and watched Kuang Mu's hand movements, suddenly his eyes flashed, and he reached out and grabbed Kuang Mu's wrist: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Kuang Mu's hands trembled, and he turned his head to look at Ji Xiaohuan with complicated eyes, without saying a word.

Ji Xiaohuan's face turned cold, and he took Kuang Mu's hand vigorously, lowering his eyes to look carefully.

Kuang Mu's fingers were bandaged very perfunctorily, the gauze was wrapped a few times casually, strangling his fingers like a zongzi, the skin at the edge of the gauze turned blue.

Ji Xiaohuan felt that if he didn't pay more attention to this, this young master might have his limb amputated tomorrow.

Ji Xiaohuan asked in a calm voice: "Injured from cooking?"

Kuang Mu pursed his lips and did not answer, his fingers shrank uncomfortably.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't have the patience to continue wasting time with Kuang Mu, he stood up and took Kuang Mu's schoolbag with one hand, and with the other hand he couldn't help but grab Kuang Mu's wrist and said, "Go to the infirmary."

Everyone in the classroom had almost left, and no one noticed that Ji Xiaohuan pulled Kuang Mu out of the classroom through the back door.

Kuang Mu was very obedient along the way, he didn't struggle or resist, he didn't even say a word, just like a well-behaved kitten, his wrist limply curled up in Ji Xiaohuan's palm, and Ji Xiaohuan still pulled him into the infirmary.

The old doctor in the infirmary was about to get off work, and when he saw another student coming, he looked a little impatient: "Why do you come to school on Saturday?"

"We are in the competition class." Ji Xiaohuan replied.

The old doctor stood up and asked, "Where is the discomfort?"

Ji Xiaohuan took Kuang Mu's hand and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor took a look, frowned and said, "Who bandaged him? If you don't know how to bandage, don't mess with it. The good skin will be ruined!"

After speaking, he picked up the scissors and cut the gauze in Kuang Mu's hand neatly.

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at the wound on Kuang Mu's finger, his eyes became colder and colder.

The wound was deep, lying across the knuckle of the index finger, and the pale bones could almost be seen. I don't know how Kuang Mu treated it himself. Now the piece of flesh has become bloody, and the gauze began to bleed as soon as the gauze was removed.

Kuang Mu's living ability has always been very poor.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at the messy appearance of Kuang Mu's hands, and couldn't imagine how such a clumsy person got up early in the morning to make such an exquisite breakfast.

The old doctor looked at the wound and his expression was not good, he asked Kuang Mu: "Have you had tetanus yet?"

Kuang Mu sniffed, the wind was strong along the way, and Ji Xiaohuan walked fast again, his head was clouded by the blow, the tip of his nose was red, and his reaction was half a beat too slow.

He paused, and before he opened his mouth to answer, Ji Xiaohuan spoke first: "Does his wound need to be spanked?"

The old doctor glanced at Ji Xiaohuan and ignored him, then asked Kuang Mu two more questions: "What sharp weapon did the wound cause? Is there any rust on it?"

Kuang Mu lowered his head, bit his lip and replied, "Chopper, no."

"Normally, you don't need to fight, but just in case..."

"beat."

"Do not hit."

Two voices sounded at the same time, interrupting the old doctor's words. The old doctor looked around at the two people, not knowing who to listen to.

"Should we fight?" This time the old doctor looked at Kuang Mu and asked.

Before Kuang Mu could speak, Ji Xiaohuan pressed his shoulder and said in a tone that could not be refuted: "Doctor, hit me."

Kuang Mu raised his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes flickering.

The old doctor looked at Kuang Mu, and seeing that he didn't refute again, he threw a bottle of iodine to Ji Xiaohuan: "You disinfect his wound first, and I'll prepare it."

After speaking, the old doctor walked out of the ward.

Ji Xiaohuan took the iodine, handed it to Kuang Mu and asked, "Can I disinfect myself?"

Kuang Mu shook his head.

Ji Xiaohuan moved a stool and sat in front of Kuang Mu: "Raise your hand."

Kuang Mu obediently raised his hand.

The temperature of Kuang Mu's hand is much lower than Ji Xiaohuan's, it's ice-cold in Ji Xiaohuan's palm, as soft as cool spring water.

Ji Xiaohuan took out a cotton ball to disinfect Kuang Mu's wound.

As soon as the cotton wool touched the wound, Kuang Mu felt a tingling pain in his fingertips, he hummed softly, and shrank his hands inward.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't raise his head, he squeezed his fingers harder, but the force of rubbing the medicine was gentler.

"I don't want to get an injection." Kuang Mu's voice was muffled.

He is actually very delicate, afraid of getting sick, afraid of bleeding, and even more afraid of injections.

"I know." Ji Xiaohuan turned around and changed into a new cotton ball: "What's the use of telling me, I can't replace you."

Kuang Mu blinked his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

He lowered his eyelashes, and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with his beautiful eyes. From this angle, he could just watch Ji Xiaohuan's hair twirling, and his knuckle fingers.

At this time, those slender hands were holding Kuang Mu's hand.

Kuang Mu's hands are smaller than Ji Xiaohuan's, and his skin is much more delicate.

The two hands are folded together, like two butterflies flying lightly.

Kuang Mu blinked his sore eyes, his head was dizzy, and the area on his chest was also soft. He didn't know what to think, and couldn't think of anything, he just stared blankly at Ji Xiaohuan lost in thought.

A beam of light outside the door was shining on Kuang Mu's palm, Kuang Mu's hand was so hot that his fingers moved unconsciously, Ji Xiaohuan immediately pinched his restless little finger, like holding down a rambunctious little finger. Great little hamster.

"Don't move." Ji Xiaohuan's voice was a bit fierce.

Kuang Mu swallowed, his eyes were red: "But, I hurt."

Ji Xiaohuan paused with his hands, but did not raise his head: "Hold it."

He didn't let him move, so Kuang Mu drooped his shoulders and didn't move. He just looked at him quietly with his crystal eyes open.

Both of them stopped talking, and only the sound of Ji Xiaohuan knocking on the iron plate with the pliers echoed in the ward, which was especially crisp.

It wasn't until Ji Xiaohuan finished disinfecting Kuang Mu's fingers and began to bandage them with gauze that Kuang Mu finally sighed softly and called his name hesitantly.

"Ji Xiaohuan..."

Kuang Mu's voice was soft and continuous.

Ji Xiaohuan's hand paused for a moment, but he didn't respond, and continued to move.

Kuang Mu didn't intend to just let him go, and asked in a low voice: "...Ji Xiaohuan, is it possible for us to go back to the past?"

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