After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

At the end of spring in April, the temperature at noon was comparable to that of midsummer, and the shadows of the trees were clustered, casting dark shadows on the concrete floor.

Lunch break is the time when the sun is at its most vicious.

"There are still two laps!" The coach's stern voice was like thunder, "Don't go, run! Just follow the virtue of this idiot, and dare to say that you want to take the Beijing Sports Test! Run!"

Bo Xun gritted his teeth.

The newly changed training clothes did not fit well, the skin was worn out by the rough fabric, and the wound was stained with sweat, and it stung and hurt.

"Bo Xun! You have to roll your name to know it's you?"

Hearing the coach's stern reprimand, he quickened his pace to catch up with the crowd, trying to shield himself from the physical pain.

Since childhood, his pain-sensing nerves have been more sensitive than ordinary people, even if there is only a little pain, it will be infinitely magnified in his body.

On the playground, as the dismissal whistle sounded, Bo Xun bent down instantly, supported his knees with his hands, panting heavily, with bursts of fishy sweetness in his throat.

After holding his knees for a while, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arms.

Just finished the physical training of the 10-kilometer long-distance running, the sweat on the body soaked the dark training clothes, outlined the tight muscle lines, and the wet hair was close to the ears.

Although the muscles are tight, the figure still retains the slenderness unique to juveniles, strong yet light at the same time.

"Bo Xun, the water I bought for you is on the steps, we're going back to work first!"

"Thank you! Go back first, don't wait for me!"

Hearing his classmates calling him, Bo Xun just raised his head and waved his hands, signaling them to go first.

After the students left, he gritted his teeth, went into the bathroom alone, and locked the door of the cubicle.

On the dark training clothes, in addition to the dried sweat stains, there are two slightly smudged blood on the chest and chest.

It is the trace left by the blood worn by the clothes.

The anti-abrasion band-aids that had been attached to the skin had long since been washed away by sweat, leaving only two faint traces of glue.

When undressing, the blood and skin stick together, and it can only be torn apart by pulling hard.

pain.

Bo Xun gritted his teeth, and pressed his fist against the wall to relieve the sudden pain.

"—" He subconsciously bit his lower lip, and his thin lips were instantly congested with blood, turning bright red.

it hurts...

He took out an alcohol pad from his pocket and applied it to the wound, as if he intended to aggravate the pain.

The irritating pain caused by the alcohol and the wound, Bo Xun couldn't help lifting the back of his neck, revealing his protruding Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple kept rolling, and no matter how suppressed the breathing was, it would echo in the empty bathroom.

When the pain passed and the numbness spread from the wound in front of the chest to the surrounding pectoral muscles and nerves, the frowning eyebrows gradually opened.

He let out a long breath, and leaned against the door without strength, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he left the cubicle, Bo Xun had already changed back into a loose and clean long-sleeved school uniform and school pants.The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, exposing a strong forearm.The muscle lines on the forearm are very smooth, and the honey-colored skin faintly shows blood vessels and blue veins.

He washed his face several times with cold water, and quickly calmed down.

Looking up, in the mirror, there are drops of water on the short hair of the boy in the blue and white school uniform, and his face is clean.Especially the eyes, the eye sockets are deep, the corners of the eyes droop slightly, and the pupils are dark, like some kind of well-behaved canine animal, the sun is harmless.

It was completely impossible to tell that it was the same person who was enjoying the pain in the cubicle just now.

During the lunch break, before he reached the teaching building and there was no one in the corridor, Bo Xun jumped up and tried to touch the ceiling with his hands.After many failures, he changed to a three-step run-up and took off suddenly, shooting into the air.

Just before he made two shots, suddenly, a middle-aged woman in a black suit and glasses appeared in the distance, looking at him suspiciously.

It's the figure of the teaching director!

Bo Xun immediately stopped his bouncing steps, and hurriedly changed to walking upright like a normal human.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman stopped looking at him suspiciously and stopped looking at him.

Back in the classroom, the wall clock on the wall had just reached two o'clock, and only a few scattered students were studying for lunch in the classroom.

Bo Xun stuffed the sweaty training clothes he had just changed into the locker, returned to his seat in the last row, and fell down on the table with his arms under his head.

Such physical training during the lunch break every day is really not enough. Taking advantage of the self-study class in the first session of the afternoon, he plans to catch up on sleep.

"Wake up. Xiao Xun, hey, wake up."

In his sleep, Bo Xun heard Song Song's familiar voice calling him.

He and Song Song have known each other since childhood, and the relationship between the two families is close, and they often walk around.Song Song has been a master of learning since he was a child and has a quiet personality, while he has been a martial arts practitioner since he was a child and is also active. They joined forces to make trouble, one piece of paper and one piece of martial arts, which caused unnecessary heart disease to parents and teachers.

"Don't--sleep--" Song Song dragged his voice, holding his breath, "wake-wake-"

Bo Xun's ears itch when he heard this, and he arched his head into his arms.

"I told you not to call me." He hummed softly.

In the next second, there was a sudden pain in the back, and the fist hit the back impartially.

"Oh..." Bo Xun grinned in pain, and raised his head to ask Song Song why he hit him.

When he looked up, the head teacher's fierce face met his eyes.

Obviously, this punch was punched by the head teacher.

Bo Xun faltered for a moment, cleared his throat, and quickly sat up straight, straightening his hands on the desk, "Qin, hello, Teacher Qin."

The head teacher stopped and said sharply, "The classroom is your home, so you can sleep if you want? The college entrance examination is less than a thousand days away, how can you sleep? Do you know that you can kill tens of thousands of people with just one extra point? Do you know that?"

Bo Xun knew he was in the wrong, so he just curled his lips and didn't dare to answer back, there was no shame on his face.

"You are also Song Song." Seeing Bo Xun's thick skin, the class teacher turned to look at Song Song, "Is this how the study committee member is? You let him sleep when he sleeps in self-study class, right? How dare I call him when I stand next to you Small report? Why are you so used to him?"

Song Song carefully pushed his glasses, "I'm sorry, I won't dare next time. The main reason is that Xiao Xun was too tired from the noon physical training, so I didn't shout..." Before Song Song finished speaking, he was forced by Teacher Qin's sharp eyes. He stopped his voice, and hurriedly changed his words, "Next time he dares to sleep again, I will slap him to wake him up. If I can't wake him up, I will lift his desk and throw him out with the desk."

Seeing his assurance, Teacher Qin put away his squinting eyes and walked up to the podium. The impact of high heels against the floor made a crisp sound.

"Bang bang bang." The sound of hitting the blackboard.

Teacher Qin put down his hand patting the blackboard, "Stop what you are doing first, let me tell you something."

All the students put down their pens and raised their heads to look forward.

"A transfer student is coming to the class today. The new classmate is..." Mr. Qin hesitated at this point, "It's not easy for him to walk, so we should get along well with him in the future. If you find someone bullying the new classmate," said Here, she deliberately paused, pointed out the door, "You are not welcome in this class."

After Teacher Qin finished speaking, she poked her head outside the classroom, said a few words to the people outside, smirked politely, and exchanged greetings.

Suddenly, half of a large wheel used to support a wheelchair appeared at the front door of the classroom.

"Is this a new classmate?"

"Is it really just inconvenient to walk..."

"...Impossible, how do you live like this?"

"..."

Before the new students entered the class, there were surprised whispers in the classroom.

"Quiet!" Teacher Qin turned around and hammered on the door panel with such force that the floor of the classroom trembled.

Sure enough, the class was immediately dead silent.

Halfway through the wheelchair, the rear half of the wheel was stuck by the threshold, and the person sitting on it had to back out again.

Bo Xun was also a little shocked, although he didn't talk as much as the other students.

But he never took his eyes off the wheelchair by the front door.

But after a while, two workers came over to lay a simple cushion for the threshold, and the wheelchair came in smoothly and stopped at the edge of the podium.

On the wheelchair, the young man was wearing a clean white shirt, nodding his head slightly, his face was pale, his half-long hair was curled up in his neck, and he looked sickly.The legs in the trousers are too slender, and they are weakly placed on the wheelchair.

Even with his head down, he couldn't hide his tall nose bridge and delicately contoured lips. His hands rested restlessly on both sides of the wheelchair, and his long and narrow eyes were lowered, avoiding the gaze of the crowd.

"This is our new classmate named Yu Jin." Teacher Qin waited for the wheelchair to stop before speaking, and wrote Yu Jin's name on the blackboard. "Yu Jin, say hello to everyone and introduce yourself."

The boy named Yu Jin awkwardly grabbed the wheel of the wheelchair, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice as much as possible, "Hi everyone, my name is Yu Jin..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a small stereo and ear-mounted microphone in his arms.

"The voice is too low, speak into the loudspeaker." Teacher Qin said.

Yu Jin glanced at the loudspeaker in his arms with complicated emotions.

Pausing for a moment, he still didn't say anything, turned his head slightly, and looked at the floor tiles.

Teacher Qin saw that he was really unwilling to talk, so he hurriedly smoothed things over, "Okay, in short, there is a new classmate. Everyone should do their own things and do their own things. Don't bother. Remember to enter and exit through the front door as much as possible in the future. The back door is reserved for the new students." After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look back at Yu Jin, "You sit in the last row near the door, and tomorrow the workers will remove the threshold and replace it with a sliding door, so that you can go in and out in the future. It's convenient."

"Well, thank you teacher." Yu Jin's voice was very weak, and he still lowered his head when he spoke.

He moved the wheelchair, walked through the aisle under the gaze of the whole class, and slowly stopped at the last row near the door.

Bo Xun was also in the last row, separated by an aisle from the seats of his new classmates.

He watched Yu Jin rock the wheelchair and slowly stop in front of the desk, open his schoolbag, and pack his personal belongings silently.

Those hands are beautiful.

Because of not having been exposed to the sun much, his fair skin has bluish-purple blood vessels, his tendons are very obvious, and his fingers are even more slender.

The most important thing is the face, and the profile looks especially outstanding.

The curvature of the bridge of the nose and the lines of the lips are just like the people in the oil painting.And the beauty is fragile, it seems that it will not be broken if it is taken good care of.

This kind of perishable beauty is rare in boys of the same age.

Bo Xun always felt that he looked familiar.

I feel like I've seen this beautiful disabled boy somewhere, but I can't remember exactly where.

Yu Jin seemed to realize that someone was looking at him, paused with the hand holding the book, turned his head and looked at Bo Xun.

When the four eyes met, Bo Xun realized that the peeking had been discovered.Before he could look away, he heard Yu Jin cough lightly.

"There was an accident with my leg before, so I couldn't walk. If the wheelchair gets in your way, tell me, and I will move it away." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yu Jin's face, and he said first.

Bo Xun immediately realized that his gaze was misunderstood, "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"I always feel that you look familiar, and it feels like we've met somewhere before?" He hurriedly added.

Song Song overheard, and his hands trembled while doing the biology question, and he couldn't help teasing in a low voice, "Ten years ago, QQ's automatic greetings didn't even compare to yours."

"I want you to care!" Bo Xun whispered back to Song Song, bumped him with his elbow, and turned his eyes back to his new classmate, "My name is Bo Xun, these two words." He quickly wrote his name on a piece of paper and handed it over.

"En." Yu Jin nodded, his voice was still calm, and he took the note calmly.

Bo Xun looked at you for a while, and praised bluntly, "Also, the main reason I kept staring at you just now is...you are so good-looking, so I couldn't help but take a second look." After finishing speaking, he naively He smiled innocently, revealing two small canine teeth.

Hearing this praise, Yu Jin's pale face suddenly became a little more bloody, the schoolbag in his hand was suddenly unsteady, and the books and stationery fell to the ground, "Thank you, thank you."

Bo Xun didn't understand why he was so embarrassed, he was just telling the truth.

It does look good.

"Why are you blushing?" Bo Xun asked.

"No, it's nothing." Yu Jin hurriedly put down the hair behind his ears, trying to cover his hot earlobes.

This is too innocent, it's just a good-looking compliment, completely different from his group of friends who can't speak pornography/accents, Bo Xun thought to himself.

Seeing that the other party was inconvenient to bend down, he took the initiative to leave his seat and pick up the scattered items on the ground.

"I'll pick it up for you."

When squatting beside the wheelchair and picking up things for the other party, he smelled a faint smell of wormwood.

It is exuded from the new classmates.

Looking at the scattered items all over the floor, Bo Xun paused.

In addition to the usual textbook supplies, there were some drawing books and unfinished figurines—and a small unraveled bundle of twine.

It was the first time he had seen someone put hemp rope in a school bag when he was so old.

He had seen this kind of hemp rope when he was a child in his hometown in the countryside, and it was used by adults to tie dogs.

Some doubts, why would someone pack such a thing in a schoolbag.

"Here." In the end, Bo Xun put all the items back into his schoolbag and handed them back without asking any further questions.

"Thank you." Yu Jin's voice was polite and distant.

Bo Xun returned to his seat, took out his physics textbook, and flipped through the contents of the next class.

Flipping through the book, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Yu Jin holding a small sculpture in one hand and a hemp rope in the other, patiently winding around the humanoid sculpture.

The slender wrist looks very flexible, and the protruding wrist bones are looming under the cover of the cuffs, sliding slightly with the movements of the hands.

The technique of bundling sculptures seems to be very particular.