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Tang Ming was injured because of the game, which was the second game two days later.

There was an amateur trainee in women's basketball in the opponent's class. Although everyone was an amateur, in the eyes of the opponent, Tang Ming was no different from an ordinary girl who couldn't play basketball.

Tang Ming was anxious, and looked for opportunities everywhere but failed. Finally, when Guan Miaomiao and the others were entangled with the girl and forced her to pass the ball, she took a chance and rushed forward.

As a result, he didn't control the rhythm well, not to mention that he didn't grab the ball, he was hit on the body, and his fingers were twisted.

"Hiss—" Tang Ming, suffering from pain, immediately withdrew from the crowd.

She moved to the empty field, but before she could confirm the condition of her left middle finger, the class viewing area immediately shouted "Come on".

The voices of the boys were mixed in the harmony, calling Tang Ming:

"Tang Ming! Don't let her take points!"

"Tang Ming! Go over quickly! They can't keep up!"

"Tang Ming!...Tang Ming!...Tang Ming!..."

In the eyes of the boys, the dozens of girls in the class are not as reliable as Tang Ming alone. They only believe in Tang Ming and only call Tang Ming's name.

Tang Ming rubbed her sprained finger helplessly, hoping that it would not be so severe that it swelled up.

She smiled and looked towards the class viewing area, wanting to respond to their hand. Just as she raised her hand, she saw Zuo Shiyun standing in the front row, staring at her with a serious expression.

Zuo Shiyun didn't see clearly how Tang Ming was injured, but she saw Tang Ming's little movements of lowering his head and rubbing his fingers after he withdrew from the crowd.

Although Tang Ming deliberately turned his back to them, Zuo Shiyun, who had been paying attention, noticed the obvious uncomfortable expression.

Tang Ming didn't know where she provoked Zuo Shiyun again. Even if it was because she couldn't win this match, it wasn't her problem. After all, the opponent was also a "professional".

She snorted softly, waved her hands in response to the cheers of the class, returned to the last moment of the competition, and glanced at Zuo Shiyun again.

However, before she ran to the classmates who were huddled together to grab the ball, the physical education teacher as the referee blew the whistle for a timeout.

Tang Ming looked in Teacher Cai's direction suspiciously. Zuo Shiyun was already standing beside the teacher, her eyes were still staring at her very seriously, as if saying "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Tang Ming approached Teacher Cai with doubts.

"Zuo Shiyun said you hurt your hand? Are you okay?" Teacher Cai looked at Tang Ming, as if he didn't quite believe Zuo Shiyun's words.

In fact, this timeout was not called by Teacher Cai, but Zuo Shiyun told the physical education teacher about the situation, and the physical education teacher blew the whistle after making a judgment.

The physical education teacher also came over, looked at Tang Ming and asked, "How is your hand?"

"I don't know..." Tang Ming stretched out his hand, and while answering, looked at Zuo Shiyun with puzzled eyes.

How did she see it?

Is she acting obvious?

But the brothers didn't see it at that time, did they?

The boys are the ones who pay the most attention to the game situation, why did Zuo Shiyun see it?

Tang Ming explained the feeling of pain to the teacher while thinking about Zuo Shiyun.

The physical education teacher roughly looked at the situation, saw that there was no swelling, and he was able to move freely, and said, "It should be fine."

He asked Tang Ming again: "Can you still fight? Don't force yourself if the pain is severe. You can't see the internal injury now."

Tang Ming moved her fingers slowly. Although it would hurt and slow down her movement speed, as long as it was not forced to stimulate, it was still okay.

"It should be possible." Tang Ming replied.

"Then I'll blow the whistle." The physical education teacher looked at the expression on Tang Ming's face after consideration and confirmation, so he didn't worry too much.

Tang Ming nodded, turned around and was about to return to the center of the court, but Zuo Shiyun reached out behind her and tugged at the hem of her school uniform.

"Why?" Tang Ming turned around and asked in doubt.

Zuo Shiyun remained silent, took out the spray of Yunnan Baiyao from the loose cuff of the school uniform, shook it in front of Tang Ming, then buckled the lid, took Tang Ming's injured left hand, and sprayed it on it.

The cool spray brought a comfortable sense of relaxation to the faintly aching fingers. Tang Ming looked at Zuo Shiyun seriously applying the medicine to her, and suddenly had a shy thought of embarrassment.

The boys in the class also gathered around because of the timeout. They stood behind Teacher Cai and Zuo Shiyun, making all kinds of yin and yang voices.

Tang Ming's face was even more unbearable. She felt her cheeks were burning, and felt that it was a very shameful thing to be taken care of by someone she obviously didn't know very well.

In particular, there seemed to be someone taking pictures and recording this scene.

With red ears, she twitched the wrist held by Zuo Shiyun, her eyes wandered around, and she said softly: "Enough, that's enough."

"Ah~~~~~~"

"Tang Ming, why are you blushing!"

The boy who watched the show didn't take care of Tang Ming's thoughts at all, and shouted out Tang Ming's strangeness with a super loud voice from behind.

Only then did Zuo Shiyun stop pressing the medicine bottle, pursed his lips and looked up at Tang Ming.

Seeing that Tang Ming's ears and cheeks were indeed turning crimson as the boys in the class said, she immediately smiled with the corners of her mouth bent, and said softly, "Be careful, don't get hurt again, it doesn't matter if you win or not."

"..." Tang Ming looked at the gentle woman in front of him, pulled back her hand, and answered with a trembling voice, "Okay..."

Ignoring the booing voices from the boys behind her, she turned around and fled back to the center of the basketball court, waiting for the teacher to blow the whistle.

After what seemed like a long few minutes, the girl's subsection also ended.

Tang Ming and his teammates withdrew from the venue and returned to the place where the class watched and rested.

She deliberately avoided Zuo Shiyun, and walked to the corner outside the basketball court.

But Zuo Shiyun seemed to have a radar, before she could sit on the ground to rest, he had squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of her.

Tang Ming glanced at Zuo Shiyun wearily, then continued to sit down on the ground.

"What are you going to do again?" She raised her head and asked impatiently after she sat down firmly.

However, it just seemed impatient. In Tang Ming's heart, it was more that he didn't know how to face Zuo Shiyun or how to talk to her.

Their relationship didn't seem to be to the point where Zuo Shiyun would be required to accompany her all the time, let alone be carefully noticed and hurt. Tang Ming couldn't figure out what Zuo Shiyun wanted to do.

And girls' brain circuits are really too difficult to understand, it's better to get along with those straightforward boys.

Tang Ming is not good at dealing with girls, especially Zuo Shiyun. It seems that there are two souls with completely different personalities hidden in one body. Originally, she couldn't guess one, let alone two.

It was rare for Zuo Shiyun to look down at Tang Ming. She maintained a condescending posture and asked with concern: "How is your hand?"

"It's nothing, it's fine." Tang Ming hid her left hand in her bosom.

She didn't want to check the condition of Zuo Shiyun's fingers. She didn't know if it had worsened, but after holding on to the whole room, the pain from relaxation made her really uncomfortable.

"Hold it out and let me have a look." Zuo Shiyun looked into Tang Ming's eyes with a seriousness that she could not refuse.

Tang Ming stiffly averted her eyes, looked at the basketball court where the game had already started, and replied perfunctorily: "It's nothing, don't worry about it, go watch the game quickly."

Zuo Shiyun looked at Tang Ming and didn't speak, nor did he leave.

She expresses her appeal with behavior: If you don't show her, you won't leave.

"You are blocking me from watching the game, can you move to the side?" Tang Ming said as she tilted her body, pretending that Zuo Shiyun was really blocking her.

Zuo Shiyun took half a step in the direction Tang Ming was looking at, then squatted down, leveled his gaze with Tang Ming's, and said seriously: "Hand out."

"You, can you stop being so annoying!" Tang Ming was completely impatient, and patted Zuo Shiyun's body with her right hand as if she was trying to push away something annoying.

Zuo Shiyun moved sideways in the direction Tang Ming was clapping, and finally squeezed to Tang Ming's side, and sat down with her.

"All right, all right! Show you, show you!" Tang Ming was helpless, he had never seen such a stubborn person.

Especially Zuo Shiyun is stubborn, she has nothing to do.

Ever since Zuo Shiyun was forcibly tied to a rope in the bar, she felt that she couldn't get rid of this man.

Out of humanitarianism, she didn't want to implicate Zuo Shiyun's family because of her family problems; but out of individualism, she didn't want to talk to Zuo Shiyun at all.

She really regretted, regretting why she was obsessed with ghosts back then, and she was driven by curiosity, wanting to dig out more of Zuo Shiyun.

In the end, they were on the road of testing each other at the beginning, and they never won once.

Zuo Shiyun didn't care much about how Tang Ming got impatient with her, all her attention was on Tang Ming's left hand.

Her touch is very gentle, every step of bending and stretching Tang Ming's fingers is very slow and gentle, like taking care of a fragile treasure, for fear of hurting Tang Ming.

She rubbed Tang Ming's knuckles little by little, feeling Tang Ming's instinctive escape response when he was in pain.

Once again, Tang Ming was attracted by Zuo Shiyun who was carefully checking her fingers. She couldn't explain what she felt, but she felt that such a Zuo Shiyun would be very suitable if she wore a white coat.

Zuo Shiyun checked very carefully, it seems that the nursing family learned from childhood is constantly driving her to check the patient's condition thoroughly.

"Aren't you alright?" Zuo Shiyun was not in a hurry, but Tang Ming was a little anxious.

Obviously it was her sprained finger that was feeling Zuo Shiyun's gentle inspection, but she just felt as if she was being inspected by Zuo Shiyun, being gently massaged and touched by her.

Comfort and slight pain were intertwined, turning into an unspeakable numbness, hitting Tang Ming's heart directly.

The movements of Zuo Shiyun's hands did not stop because of Tang Ming's inquiry.

She didn't look up either, but instead answered the question:

"Wait a minute, I'll take you back."

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