Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

Night, dead of night.Song Yao was carried back to the bed, Pei Lin covered him with a quilt, and he cleaned up the bathroom as quickly as possible and took a quick shower, and when he returned to the bed, he hugged his boyfriend back into his arms again. It's almost two o'clock.

Song Yao felt that he was being hugged into his arms, and he couldn't help rubbing against the familiar breath in his nose.

"I'll get up late tomorrow, and I'll go buy breakfast." Pei Lin kissed Song Yao's forehead.

Song Yao was sleepy and tired, but when she vaguely heard Pei Lin talking to her, she subconsciously murmured in reply.

Even though it was late, Pei Lin didn't feel sleepy at all. He just looked at Song Yao's sleeping face all night, and it was almost five o'clock in the morning before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At five fifty, the alarm clock that Pei Lin set before going to bed rang, and Song Yao was awakened by the ringing and moved in Pei Lin's arms.

Song Yao thought it was the alarm clock she set, and was just about to struggle to get up to make breakfast, but Pei Lin pushed her back into her arms and patted her back to lull her to sleep.

"It's not yet six o'clock, so sleep more."

Song Yao fell asleep again.

Pei Lin got up lightly, changed her clothes, took the keys and mobile phone and went out.At this time, many breakfast shops have opened their doors.

Pei Lin bought buns, soy milk, a box of fried noodles, and a box of egg tarts. When he got home, Song Yao was still sleeping on the bed.He glanced at the time, it was already ten past six, it was time to wake Song Yao up.

"Song Yao, wake up." Pei Lin sat by the bed and reached out to pick up Song Yao.

"I'm so sleepy..." Song Yao felt that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and after being picked up by Pei Lin, she fell straight into Pei Lin's arms, twisting around to find a suitable and comfortable sleeping position.

"But if you don't get up and eat breakfast, you will be late." Pei Lin said helplessly.

Song Yao put on a bad look, "Whatever, isn't this your problem, who made you stay so late last night."

Although they didn't make it to the end last night, Song Yao's interest was also seduced by Pei Lin later on, and no matter what Pei Lin wanted to do with him, he was extremely cooperative.

Pei Lin: "..."

Pei Lin was wronged, and nodded, "Yes, it's my fault. I'll take you to wash and change clothes?"

Song Yao didn't speak, and Pei Lin took it as his acquiescence.

Pei Lin hugged his big baby to wash, dress and put on the dining table. Instead of letting Song Yao sit on a chair, he let him sit on his lap.

During this process, Song Yao's eyes didn't open all the time, she looked really tired.When Pei Lin was changing his clothes, he saw that there were marks on Song Yao's body that could be covered by the clothes, and began to reflect on whether he was too ruthless last night.

I have to go back to class today...

Song Yao was a little sober. When he opened his eyes, he saw Pei Lin's regretful expression, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? It seems like it's too late for you to regret it now."

Pei Lin was still taken aback by Song Yao's sudden utterance, touched Song Yao's cheek, and said, "I don't regret it." He put his gaze on the breakfast on the dining table, "I'll feed you what you want."

"I want to drink soy milk." Song Yao glanced at the dining table and leaned her head on Pei Lin's shoulder, "Do you have steamed stuffed buns?"

"Have."

"Then I still want to eat steamed buns."

"Ah."

"Does your leg... still hurt?"

"I still want to have breakfast more, don't talk about this."

"Oh."

Under Pei Lin's careful care of breakfast, Song Yao and Pei Lin returned to school, and it was not surprising that they were late.

Under the gaze of a group of people, Song Yao walked uncomfortably and returned to her seat to sit down.

The teacher waited for the two of them to sit down before continuing the lecture.

Pei Lin took out his book, and then took out his mobile phone to order something on Baidu. Before he touched the screen of the mobile phone, he stretched out a hand from the side and took his mobile phone away.

Song Yao put the phone in her pocket and said, "I'm playing after class."

Pei Lin immediately avenged himself, "I don't want to play with my phone, but to search for something online."

"what?"

Pei Lin wanted to speak but stopped looking at Song Yao, "Are you... sure you want me to talk?"

"Huh? You said."

Pei Lin glanced at the classmates in front and then at the classmates behind.The students behind were slightly taken aback.

In order to prevent her boyfriend from being shy, Pei Lin tore off a post-it note and wrote on it, then posted it on Song Yao's desk and looked away.

What, it's so mysterious.

Seeing the content on the post-it note, Song Yao's face instantly turned red at a very abnormal speed. He quickly folded the post-it note and put it in the book, then turned his head and glared at Pei Lin.

Pei Lin scratched his face with his fingers.

Under Song Yao's death gaze, Pei Lin finally finished class.After class, Song Yao patted Pei Lin's arm angrily, "What are you searching for?"

"I think your leg... hurts." Pei Lin's voice became softer and softer under Song Yao's unfriendly gaze.

"Shut up!" Song Yao not only blushed, but her ears and the skin on the back of her neck were all pink.

"Don't be shy." Pei Lin leaned over, and naturally took out his mobile phone from Song Yao's coat pocket and placed it in front of them, "If you place an order now, Tongcheng will arrive in the afternoon."

Song Yao: "..."

Pei Lin patted him on the head, saw that his face was yellow, and said with a smile: "In fact, these ointments are just ordinary anti-inflammatory and soothing effects, not specially used for applying them."

Song Yao turned her attention to the phone screen and saw the third ointment added to the shopping cart by Pei Lin. She was shocked: "This ointment is 78 yuan? Are you sure it's not an IQ tax?"

Pei Lin poked his head to look, "It seems to be a foreign brand. I read the seller's reviews saying that this ointment is good."

So Pei Lin placed an order directly at the speed that Song Yao had no time to react.

Song Yao: "??"

Pei Lin's hand under the table touched Song Yao's hand, and then held it in his palm, "Are you at school this afternoon?"

"I have to go back again." Song Yao said.

After Song Yao finished speaking, she saw Pei Lin looking pitifully like a big dog who was about to be abandoned by the owner, "I will sleep with you in the dormitory at noon."

"No need." Pei Lin's expression immediately returned to normal, "Let's go home and sleep at noon, so you don't have to walk a long way in the afternoon."

"It's very sweet, little classmate Pei." Song Yao looked at Pei Lin and laughed teasingly.

Classmate Xiao Pei was shy, "It's okay, okay."

"This is what you should do." Song Yao slapped Pei Lin's arm, thinking of the pain and discomfort caused by the friction between her thighs when she walked out this morning, she was so angry that she was dying.

Pei Lin; "..."

After school at noon, in order to stop her boyfriend from wanting An Sha himself, Pei Lin went to the cafeteria to buy two meals and went back to the classroom. After eating, the two went home together.

Those ointments might not arrive until five or six o'clock in the afternoon. Pei Lin went to a nearby pharmacy and asked the clerk to buy an ointment that can reduce inflammation and relieve pain and go back to deal with it.

As soon as Song Yao got home, she immediately took off her trousers and put on loose pajama pants. Pei Lin washed her hands and stood in front of Song Yao with a cotton swab, asking him to lift up her trousers.

But no matter how loose the trousers are, they are still a pair of long trousers, which can only be pulled up to the knees at most and cannot be raised any further.

Song Yao silently looked at her pajama pants.

"How about... just take off your pants?" Pei Lin said with a straight face.

Song Yao put down her trousers, "Give me the ointment, I'll apply it myself, you go out first."

Pei Lin dodged Song Yao's hand and said, "I read it last night, why are you shy?"

Song Yao: "."

"And you can't see some places if you paint it yourself, let me paint it for you." Seeing that Song Yao was still shy, Pei Lin said, "Why don't you close your eyes?"

Song Yao thought about the scene where she opened her legs in front of Pei Lin with her eyes closed, why... this scene doesn't seem so serious.

Pei Lin probably also thought of that scene, his ears were dyed a thin layer of red, "I didn't mean that..."

It's fine if he doesn't say it, the two of them can know it well and don't say it, but when Pei Lin said this, he understood everything.

Song Yao said helplessly, "I'm going to change a pair of pants. There are summer pajama pants and sports shorts hanging in the closet. Go and get them for me."

Pei Lin uttered an oh.

Song Yao changed into shorts in front of Pei Lin. He was ashamed to pull the pants up to the thighs. The white skin on both sides of the thighs was rubbed red, and some places were even torn.

Pei Lin pursed his lips, squeezed out a little milky white ointment, applied it with a cotton swab and gently applied it to the affected area.

I don't know if it was Song Yao's illusion, but he felt that the place where the ointment was rubbed was hot, and it hurt more than before.

"I won't wipe it, Pei Lin, I won't wipe it anymore. It hurts so much." Song Yao avoided Pei Lin's hand and quickly lowered her head to blow.

"It hurts?" Pei Lin looked at the concise instructions on the ointment, "Isn't it supposed to give you a cooling sensation after applying it?"

After Pei Lin finished speaking, Song Yao raised her head suddenly, and Pei Lin realized that Song Yao's eyes were red.

Pei Lin immediately got up and went to the desk to get a stack of papers back, hugged Song Yao into his arms, and gently fanned him, "Is it better?"

"It's like being burned by fire." Song Yao is in too much pain, and the soft meat on the thigh is the most sensitive and delicate, and it will feel very painful when pinched a little.

"I'm sorry." Pei Lin leaned against his cheek, "I won't do it next time."

Pei Lin fanned herself with paper for a while before Song Yan felt the icy coolness coming from her thigh, "It doesn't seem to hurt anymore. You don't need to fan, go to sleep." It's almost 01:30, take advantage of 02:30 Just after class, Song Yao urged Pei Lin to go to bed quickly.

"You'll sleep in too." Pei Lin thought that Song Yao was telling him to sleep and that he was planning to go to the living room with the computer in his arms, so he immediately pulled them together and fell on the bed.

Song Yao looked at Pei Lin blankly, and said, "I just wanted to catch up on sleep, I'm too sleepy."

Pei Lin: "Oh."

In order to prevent both of them from falling asleep and not getting up, Song Yao set three alarm clocks.

...

After watching Pei Lin go to school, Song Yao turned around and returned to the living room, copied the documents into the USB flash drive, and confirmed that her thighs were not as painful as in the morning, then went downstairs to the copy shop to print out the documents and bind them one by one.

For evening self-study, Song Yao first went to the empty classroom, turned on the lights and opened the windows, took out the materials and waited for her "students" to come in.

There are only five students, but three of them still put a lot of pressure on Teacher Song Yao.

"It's the first time for me to study by myself at night like this." Cheng Yuhao said.

"You'd better sit together." Song Yao asked them to sit in the front row, and after distributing the materials, Pei Lin and the others saw that each file had their own names.

Song Yao said; "Because you have different levels of knowledge, except for the blue cover, the content is the same, and the ones without the cover are different."

Lin Jiashan's eyes widened, "Song Yao, did you spend a few days doing this?"

Song Yao said: "I have been preparing since I went to your house to talk about life with your mother."

"Because Lin Jiashan and Jiang Xing have foundations, and the three of you," Song Yao focused on Pei Linfuyan and Cheng Yuhao, "I asked Lao Liu for the monthly exam papers you have taken since the first year of high school. It is not surprising to find that your foundation is only three percent."

"So, Lin Jiashan and Jiang Xing are going to be semi-free-range, while you are completely captive."

"Here are three test papers for senior one knowledge. Each subject has only one page. There are six pages in total. You need to hand them to me before the end of the second evening self-study."

"Lin Jiashan mainly tutors physics, and Jiang Xing mainly tutors mathematics and biology. As for the other subjects, the problems are not too big, we can make up later. This paper is in duplicate, and there are questions on all sides. You also have to do it in the second quarter. Give it to me before self-study."

Song Yao was sitting on the podium, with a bottle of warmed strawberry milk in hand and several exercise books in front of her.

Pei Lin, Fu Yan, and Cheng Yuhao looked at the papers made by Teacher Song Yao himself, and didn't know which subject to start answering.

Seeing the three of them sitting like a log, Song Yao sighed and said, "The first test is Chinese, the second test is mathematics, then the third subject, and the last test is English."

Oh--

The three of them remembered.

The questions given by Song Yao are all basic questions, basically not difficult, but the three of them still can't do what they should not be able to do.

As for Lin Jiashan and Jiang Xing, one is doing physics and the other is doing mathematics, which is not much better.It's not that they don't know how to do it at all, but Song Yao's questions are all about their weakest knowledge point.

Jiang Xing murmured: "This question looks familiar. Hey, I seem to have seen him somewhere."

Lin Jiashan also hissed, "Me too, it feels so fucking familiar."

Song Yao coughed softly, "Speak civilized words."

Lin Jiashan: "Oh."

While the five of them were busy doing the papers, many other students also came up to find Song Yao, so Song Yao moved from indoor to outdoor.

"Look at this question first..."

"For classical Chinese translation like this, how should I put it, I suggest..."

"Well, let me take a look, you can recalculate here."

"Your thinking is right, but your problem is the same as that of the one just now, and you have miscalculated."

Teacher Xiao Song is very busy.

Song Yao didn't hide from the rest of the class that Song Yao was going to give Pei Lin and the others private tutoring, and Song Yao also said that if there is anything unclear, you can ask him, anyone who comes is always welcome.

"Squad leader, tell your classmates when you go back to the class later, don't come to me for the evening self-study of the third quarter, because I have to correct some papers for them." Song Yao said.

The monitor nodded, "OK, thank you Song Yao."

"It's okay. If you don't understand something, you can ask a classmate who understands it. Maybe you don't understand the knowledge point and he understands it. You can help each other." Song Yao stood up and exhaled, "Sometimes I can't understand it alone. Too busy."

"Understood, I will tell them, I came to find you because I really don't understand." The squad leader understood Song Yao's meaning, if the whole class came to Song Yao, Song Yao probably couldn't bear it alone.

"Okay, thank you."

Song Yao asked them to hand over the paper to him, and Pei Lin was the last one to hand it in. When Song Yao took his paper, he touched Song Yao's hand by the way, and felt a coldness.

"Your hands are cold." Pei Lin frowned.

"It's okay." Even though Song Yao said so, she couldn't help rubbing Pei Lin's hands to warm them up. Pei Lin's hands were as warm as a stove.

"How long does it take you to correct the paper?" Pei Lin asked.

"Soon, just give me half an hour." Song Yao said.

"Then I'll get you a cup of hot water to warm your hands." After finishing speaking, Pei Lin walked out of the classroom without giving Song Yao a chance to refuse.

Song Yao wanted to stop him but it was too late.

Cheng Yuhao, who had done the subject of the sixth subject, lay weakly on the table. Seeing Pei Lin walking out of the classroom quickly, he asked Song Yao, "Brother Pei, why are you here?"

Song Yao took out a red pen, corrected the paper and said, "He fetched hot water for me."

"Huh? Get some hot water?"

"Well, he said I said it was too cold, put hot water to warm my hands."

Cheng Yuhao: "..."

Give yourself a slap in the heart, talk too much!

The author says:

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