How the protagonist was marked by the poor

The taste of alpha?

Did you smell it wrong?

Wen Yuan frowned, and was about to stand up when Shi Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Wen Yuan got up and asked him.

Shi Yao sat up, but didn't speak, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he looked blankly at people.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Yuan felt that his consciousness should not be sober at the moment, so he stretched out his hand and shook his hand in front of him, "Shi Yao?"

Shi Yao's eyes were confused, and he stared blankly at his hand.

"Know who I am?" Wen Yuan asked him?

Shi Yao still didn't respond.

It was only then that Wen Yuan confirmed that he was indeed unconscious now. He was about to withdraw his hand and raise it to let people lie down to rest, but Shi Yao grabbed his finger.

"Injured." Shi Yao said.

Because of taking a shower just now, the wound on the palm of the hand that was pierced by the glass split open again, and a pool of blood in the center of the palm was a bit of an eyesore.

Shi Yao stared at the bloodstain.

"It's okay," Wen Yuan said indifferently, but when he raised his head to catch Shi Yao's gaze, he was stunned for a moment.

Shi Yao's eyes turned a little stiffly, and the ignorant expression on his face turned into a kind of sad grievance. He lowered his head and whispered, "It hurts."

Wen Yuan lost his mind at his aggrieved voice, and after a while, he said in a daze, "It doesn't hurt. It's all right now."

Shi Yao grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, "It hurts here."

The rain outside the window was still continuous, the water droplets on the glass condensed into flakes, the light in the dormitory was a bit dim, Wen Yuan's eyelashes were half drawn, and when he regained consciousness, he saw Shi Yao lowered his head and kissed his wound.

His lips were hot from the heat.When sweeping across the wound, Wen Yuan's whole body felt as if he had been scalded.

Shi Yao licked off the excess blood with the tip of his tongue, looked up at him with a smile, "This way it won't hurt."

Wen Yuan felt that his hands were burning more seriously.

When Zhao Tingyan knocked on the door and came in, it was already 10 minutes later, and Wen Yuan opened the door for him.

"What's going on," Zhao Tingyan said, "Where's Brother Shi? Why did you torture yourself like this?"

"Where's the medicine?" Wen Yuan didn't answer him, "I bought it, take it out soon?"

Zhao Tingyan took out medicine from his schoolbag, and when he handed it to Wen Yuan, he jumped: "Brother Yuan, why is your face so red, you have a cold too?"

"It's hot," Wen Yuan pinched the wound on his palm with his fingertips.

"Oh, that's it." Zhao Tingyan finally relaxed, "The class monitor asked the head teacher to ask for leave for you."

"Thank him for me," Wen Yuan took out the medicine, there was a fever-reducing sticker inside, he put it on Shi Yao, got up and looked at Zhao Tingyan, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah?" Zhao Tingyan was a little surprised when he saw Wen Yuan take such care of Shi Yao, "It's okay. Then I go?"

Wen Yuan said mercilessly: "Let's go."

Zhao Tingyan: "..."

Although he threw away Brother Yuan when he was done using it, Zhao Tingyan felt that he was still very affectionate. Before Wen Yuan closed the door of the dormitory, he reached out to stop him and asked, "Brother Yuan, you won't go to the exam in the afternoon Bar?"

Wen Yuan looked back at Shi Yao who was on the bed, frowned, and said, "Let's talk."

If Shi Yao kept having a high fever like this, it was impossible for him to leave him for the exam.

Zhao Tingyan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he hesitated to speak. He glanced at Shi Yao who was on the bed and said, "Okay, then I'm leaving."

When Shi Yao woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Yuan had been keeping an eye on his temperature during this period, but luckily the temperature had dropped.

"Same table?" Shi Yao said hoarsely, he touched his Adam's apple and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Wen Yuan moved his seat and sat by the bed, holding a physics textbook in his hand. Seeing that someone woke up, he got up and poured a glass of water, and handed it to him: "I have a fever."

I don't seem to remember what happened just now.

Wen Yuan sat next to him again, stretched out his hand to his forehead and touched Wen: "It's not hot anymore."

Shi Yao's throat felt like it was on fire, he took the cup and took a sip of water to feel better, "Why do I have a fever?"

Wen Yuan snorted coldly.

Who to ask?

I'm ashamed to ask, it's no wonder I don't get hot after being in the rain for so long.

Just looking at Shi Yao's pale face, he pursed his lower lip and said, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Shi Yao shook his head, got up and picked up the button phone on the table.

Wen Yuan also sat down with him, "That girl...why did you bring it out now?"

"I don't know why she wants to take it out now." Shi Yao was completely calm, "She said she didn't need to thank her, she took the photo that day to threaten my sister, she felt that she caught my sister's stain , but in the afternoon came the news that my sister... had an accident."

"Threat?" Wen Yuan sat next to him.

Shi Yao pressed the button a few times, "They don't get along, that girl's family is poor, but her studies are not as good as my sister's, so she feels resentful."

Shi Mingyue is beautiful and good at studying, she is a perfect existence.While being liked in school, it is also easier to attract envy.

Wen Yuan was quite surprised. With such a relationship between the two, why did the girl choose to hand over this evidence?

If she hadn't taken it out, no one would know the existence of this diary.

"What about the diary?" Wen Yuan said.

Shi Yao said, "It's gone, it's gone."

Wen Yuan pursed her lips. If there were only a few photos on the phone, it would definitely not be able to reverse the case that was classified as suicide two years ago.

Shi Yao obviously knew this too, rubbing his hands against the phone, bowing his head in silence.

Wen Yuan doesn't know how to comfort others, but he can clearly feel the depression of the person in front of him.

He walked over and sat next to him, which was silent comfort.

"Aren't you going to take the exam?" Shi Yao suddenly raised his head and asked.

Wen Yuan glanced at the time and asked, "Are you asking me to collect the test papers now?"

Shi Yao stopped talking.

It's too late to go now.

Shi Yao took two days off.

The old donkey walked around the dormitory, saw Shi Yao's pale face, and finally believed that he didn't pretend to be sick because he didn't want to take the exam.

Therefore, the old donkey decided to jump out of the window and skip class, and he would be punished after the person left.

Wen Yuan didn't have such good luck, and went to the teaching building to continue the exam the next day.

It's just that he never expected that the invigilator for the last test would be Wu Qiandong.

"Wen Yuan, right?" When the exam was about to end, Wu Qiandong walked over with a smile, "I heard you didn't pass the math exam?"

Wen Yuan half-raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his attitude could be considered aggressive: "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's really nothing wrong," Wu Qiandong said, "I just want to ask why I didn't take the math test. Is it true or I don't want to take the test?"

"I'm the last person in the grade," Wen Yuan said indifferently, "Do you think I will?"

Wu Qiandong didn't care about his attitude, he looked at Wen Yuan's cold face, the creases at the corners of his eyes deepened his smile, and he said with a smile: "Teacher has no other intentions."

"How about that," he said, "I just have time recently, would you like to mention your math grades?"

Hearing this, Wen Yuan's eyes moved, and he pretended not to understand and asked, "What does this mean?"

"If you have time on weekends," Wu Qiandong said, "you can come to the teacher's house to make up lessons." At this point, he didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly added, "Of course, you can go to the teacher's house if you don't want to. We can come to school."

The sunlight outside the window was a little harsh.

"Make up lessons?" Wen Yuan covered the sun, lowered his head and repeated.Wu Qiandong didn't rush him, but quietly waited for his reply.

"Okay, I can't wish for it." After a while, Wen Yuan raised his head, the sun pierced his eyes, and his dark eyes became deeper, and he said, "You don't need to trouble you to come to school. I will go to your house in person on weekends."

Wu Qiandong's breathing became stagnant, and the people watching were a little stunned.

This face is more delicate than those girls before.Why did he only discover such a perfect face now?

He rubbed his fingers and said in disgust, "The teacher is waiting for you at home on weekends."