not fierce

Mo Xian blew twice on Xie Xunyang's face, and turned back as if nothing had happened, with a calm voice: "...the eyelashes on his face."

"Oh?" Xu Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Xie Xunyang responded.

"...All right. Old Xie, pass the plate over." Xu Yi asked Tang Yi, "Do you cut it yourself, or should I cut it?"

"You cut it!" The cake was bought with two layers, and it was not easy to control the knife. Tang Yi helped pass the plate on the side.

Everyone got busy, Xie Xunyang didn't say "huhu", Mo Xian'er was still a little hot, so he ran to Maoxu to clean up the sundries on the table together.

While eating the cake, Zheng Gangye pulled Mo Xian aside, and said in a low voice: "When I passed by, Xie God seemed to have touched that man. I watched his left leg feel unnatural when he was walking. Remember to help him when you go back." He takes a look."

Mo Xian was stunned, and turned his eyes to the person who had been sitting on the sofa since he came back. He couldn't see anything unusual from his expression, and he was flustered, and said sullenly: "Got it."

After so many years, I really haven't made any progress.

The two did not participate in the evening singing event.After taking a taxi back home, Xie Xunyang went into the house to take a shower, and there was a knock on the bedroom door as soon as he came out.

Mo Xian seemed to be listening, Ka Dian stood at the door with a medicine box in his hand.

Pushed the person to sit on the bed.

On a hot day, Xie Xunyang also wore long pajama pants.

"Open the trouser legs." Mo Xian ordered.

"what happened?"

"hurry up."

"..." Xie Xunyang slowly rolled up his right trouser leg.

"the other side."

Xie Xunyang flicked his snow-white forehead, and his eyes frowned slightly: "You don't sleep at night, come to me to be the door god?"

Mo Xian was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he squatted down by himself and pushed up his left trousers. He saw that his ankle was red and swollen. He looked straight at it, and time seemed to stand still.

Xie Xunyang bent down and wanted to put down the trouser legs, with a normal tone: "I accidentally sprained while walking, did you see this?"

"Fall on flat ground? Learn from me?"

Xie Xunyang was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I haven't learned the essence yet, not half as good as you."

"I can't learn it if I'm good, I'll lie to you all the time..." Mo Xian muttered softly, and stopped arguing with him, quickly applied the blood stasis ointment evenly to the swollen area, and finally pressed it down like revenge. , Hearing a breath on his head, he raised his head in satisfaction, "You bought it, don't waste it, remember to keep applying it every day."

"you help me?"

"When I was young, I could apply the medicine by myself. The older I get, the more delicate I am..." Mo Xian was still cursing in a low voice, but he took the ointment back from his hand, turned around and walked to the door, stopped again, and said angrily, "You Can you also exercise? That guy looks so weak, and you can still hit him, you are a trick! It's not useful!"

"I'd like to ask, where did you learn the 'Zhen' style?" Xie Xunyang leaned against the head of the bed, stretched his left leg flat on the bed, and looked at him calmly.

Except for the punch at the beginning, he didn't blindly beat people to vent his anger, but asked from Zhu Wei... a lot about Mo Xian's past.

The child offended a lot of people by breaking into class and dormitory at the beginning of school. After a while, he suffered a lot, both openly and secretly. But gradually, he won more times, and no one would provoke him after that.

Xie Xunyang could not be more clear about Mo Xian's fighting skills. He half relied on summoning Cheng Jiawang and Cui Shu, and half relied on his good looks so that others would not be soft-hearted.

When he thought of Mo Xian being bullied by himself, his heart would feel swollen and uncomfortable. He hated himself for not being by his side at that time, and also hated himself for taking him away from Cheng Jiawang and Cui Shu's side, making him lose his life There are no friends who can help.

Then why did he have these changes?

Mo Xian lowered his head, didn't really want to talk about it, and snorted: "I have talent...you go to bed early."

The bedroom door was closed again, Xie Xunyang sighed softly.

There is one more secret in the child.

He always wants to understand little by little.

***

"Thank God, I'm still not very good at this question, can you explain it to me again?"

Recently, there was a sight in Class A of Shengle High School. The school beauty always sat next to the school grass, and the school grass patiently explained math problems to her.

Most people don't know the inside story of celebrating birthdays, and gossip gradually arises.Soon, there was an endless stream of discussion posts on the forum speculating whether the school belle had taken down the school grass. Many people said with reason and evidence, even the details of the two junior high school hosting the party were revealed.There are also posts purely for admiration of appearance, and various photos of the two of them in the building cover Lao Gao.

Mo Xian went to find the formula, went to the small supermarket, went to the toilet, went to the cafeteria... He felt that anytime, anywhere, he could hear someone talking about Xie Xunyang and Tang Yi. When he returned to his seat, the live version of the girl came from behind him. The soft voice asking for math...

After listening too much, Mo Xian felt irritable for no reason.

For a simple function problem, Xie Xunyang has already explained it in three different ways. A fool should understand it, right?How can you keep asking?

Is there such a big gap between Class B and Class A? ?

Mo Xian slammed his head on the table, took out a book, opened it and covered his head.

With a "dong", Tang Yi, who was asking a question, dropped her pen in surprise, and she opened her eyes wide: "Mo Xian, do you have a headache?"

No one cares.

Xie Xunyang rubbed his forehead and closed the book.

"It's time for class, you go back and think about it."

"Okay..." Tang Yi reluctantly picked up the exercise book and stationery bag, "Then I'll go back first."

People finally left Class A.

Xie Xunyang leaned against the window sill and closed his eyes for a nap, feeling his throat was a little dry, remembering that the thermos was with Mo Xian, he called out: "Give me water."

"..."

Waited for a while, still no one paid attention.Xie Xunyang opened his eyes and saw that Mo Xian was still maintaining the face-down posture just now.

He reached out and poked the back of the spine. The man seemed to be unable to wake up, and just ignored him.

Xie Xunyang couldn't help it. Looking at the coke Tang Yi brought to him on the table, he had to open the can.

"click".

Just as he opened it, before he handed it to his mouth, the kettle was thrown from the front and landed right in his arms.With a flick of his arm, a few drops of Coke spilled on the back of his hand.

After the person in front finished this action, he lay down and pretended to be dead.

Xie Xunyang: "..."

After class, Mo Xian was still lying on his stomach.The "Mediterranean" teacher who taught mathematics looked at Mo Xian several times while giving a lecture.In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Mo Xian, you come up and do this problem!"

Mo Xian couldn't wake up, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, only Xie Xunyang could see clearly from the rear angle, the side of the desk drawer was bright, the man was clearly playing with his mobile phone with his fingers flying.

"Mo Xian!" The teacher was angry.

The whole class focused their attention.

Mo Xian is still playing.

Xie Xunyang let out a breath slowly, and slowly stood up.

"Teacher, classmate Mo Xian is not feeling well, let me do this problem."

Xie Xunyang walked up to the podium, quickly finished the questions, sat back in his seat with a sullen expression, and cast his eyes on the front row again.

The drawer went dark.

Although I can't afford it, the phone is turned off.

Mo Xianshi was browsing the forum, looking at each post, feeling angry.

Okay, let yourself not focus on the female classmates, but he is so energetic in giving lectures?

Look, in this photo, the faces are almost pasted together!

After class, as soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, Tang Yi came to report on time.

Xie Xunyang bypassed her directly, came to Mo Xian's seat, grabbed the collar and lifted him up, with a stern tone: "I'm not studying anymore, are I? I don't listen to class, get up!"

"Ah, Mo Xian, are you still asleep?" Tang Yi covered her mouth in surprise and snickered.

The angry look on Mo Xian's face, the moment he saw Tang Yi, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he frowned at the fastest speed, biting his lips with a faint pained expression: "...I have an upset stomach Comfortable……"

"...?" Xie Xunyang paused, then quickly squatted down, his face anxious, "When did you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you say anything!"

Mo Xian didn't speak, just lowered his head.

The strength and forbearance are shown to the fullest.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the school hospital to buy some emergency medicine."

Xie Xunyang ran out, and Tang Yi stood at a loss in the classroom of Class A, looking out of place.

Mo Xian slowly swallowed the "no need" on his lips, leaned his face on his arm contentedly, closed his eyes, with a very peaceful expression.

Even when I was forced to take medicine, I felt at ease.

In the next class, he listened attentively, but a note was thrown from behind.

[If you feel uncomfortable, lie down for a while, don't force yourself. ]

Mo Xian blinked, stuffed the note into the page, and straightened his back even more.

For a whole day, Xie Xunyang's attention was 100% focused on Mo Xian. Tang Yi came several times, but couldn't find any chance to speak, and finally gave up.

After a few days like this, Mo Xian's stomach problems came and went, good times and bad times.Xie Xunyang was very worried at first. He thought he had achieved the ultimate in diet during this period, so he called Director Yan twice, planning to make an appointment to go to the hospital for an examination on the weekend.

But gradually, it seemed that he discovered the pattern of getting sick.

As long as Tang Yi appeared, Mo Xian would have a stomach ache, which lasted for one or two classes, until Tang Yi gave up and came back that day, he would be able to fully recover.He should eat, drink, and play a few rounds with Zheng Gangye.

Xie Xunyang observed it for two days and was almost certain.

Squeezing the space between his eyebrows, he only felt that he was worried that this heartless little guy would stagnate Qi and blood sooner or later, and he would lose a few years of life.

This time, Mo Xian lay down in front of Tang Yi again. Tang Yi was scared and planned to run away, but Xie Xunyang said calmly: "Sit down and finish this question."

Tang Yi couldn't believe her ears, hugged the exercise book and exclaimed in surprise: "Really?!" The voice attracted half the class to look over.

"Yeah." Xie Xunyang nodded, and kindly helped her pull down the stool, and pushed the table forward, and said flatly, "Go a little further, it's blocking the place."

Mo Xian, who was hurting from the diaphragm on his back, slowly put out a question mark.

you are dead.

You really are dead.