After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

Yu Jin's tone was normal, and he looked at his hands, as if he was just stating the facts, "It's the first time I've been bitten like this by a human being. That's why I'm asking you, has anyone ever said that you look like a small animal?"

Bo Xun fell silent.

Seeing the blood beads on Yu Jin's fingers became more rapid, slowly dripping down along the bite marks.

It's really like being bitten by a dog.

He couldn't hold back his face, he didn't dare to look at Yu Jin, "Otherwise you'll bite back too?"

Yu Jin couldn't help but laugh at his childish words and deeds, "I'm not a puppy, why do you think I want to bite back?"

Bo Xun: "..."

He felt that he had been tricked, and he had no proof.

"I don't mean to blame you, it's just that it's not convenient to turn the wheelchair with a broken hand. I originally planned to go..." Yu Jin paused and sighed.

Bo Xun quickly answered, "Where are you going, I will push you."

Yu Jin tilted his head, his face was a little hesitant, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Will it trouble you?"

"Of course not." Bo Xun stood on the ground with one hand, got up from the ground, dusted off the dust on his school pants, walked around the wheelchair and grabbed the handle.

He is tall and his arms are almost extended as he pushes the wheelchair.

Looking down, Yu Jin's movements can be clearly seen in his eyes.

He saw that Yu Jin had carefully and patiently bandaged the place where he was bitten just now, his fine-boned fingers were like white jade in the sun, only the place where he had bitten was tinged with blood.

Several times, when he saw Yu Jin, he wanted to reach out to help the armrest beside the wheel, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment as if he realized that someone was pushing him and he didn't need to turn it by himself.

Obviously, Yu Jin is not used to being pushed.

Looking at the other party's insecure appearance, but still trusting him, Bo Xun couldn't help being a little proud.

The dormitory building has six floors, and the top floor is the staff dormitory. He watched Yu Jin skillfully swiped his card and pressed the elevator on the top floor.

"Please wait for me at the elevator entrance for a while, and I will come out as soon as I finish getting my textbooks."

Yu Jin said softly after the elevator sounded "The sixth floor is here".

Bo Xun was puzzled, "Shouldn't I push you in?"

"No need," Yu Jin finished, then seemed to think of something, and added, "I live alone, and I never tidy up the house, lest you might laugh at me."

Bo Xun just wanted to say something.

I saw that the other party was already slowly moving the wheelchair towards the room opposite the elevator.

When opening the door, even though Bo Xun knew it was not good to pry into other people's privacy, he still couldn't help but cast a curious glance.

It's far away, and I can't see the specific furnishings in the room, but I can vaguely see that the windows inside are bright and clean, the floor is reflective, and there are only a few traces of tires. The owner of the house definitely loves cleanliness.

Bo Xun lowered his head and kicked the wainscot beside the wall sullenly.He thought just now that Yu Jin was willing to let him push the wheelchair because he trusted him.

Sure enough, not cleaning up the house was just an excuse, not wanting to get too close to him.

It's midsummer, and the cicadas sing loudly in the afternoon, accompanied by the "whoosh" sound from the air-conditioning fan.

The end of the term was approaching, the atmosphere in the class was already impetuous, but now it was full of sighs.

Bo Xun wrote on the mock paper in his hand, with very irritable strokes.

"Take it easy, my table is almost falling apart by you." Song Song was drinking water and put down the glass helplessly.

"I'm called Litouzhi mei." After Bo Xun's sophistry, he restrained his irritability obediently and wrote well, "Didn't you just finish the third monthly exam, why is it due again?"

Song Song pushed his glasses, "I want to open up a bit, the end of the exam is the summer vacation."

Hearing the word "summer vacation", Bo Xun seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Immediately, he stopped writing the paper, dropped his pen, and stared at the ground in despair.

Song Song: "What's wrong?"

"I don't have summer vacation. I only have summer training." Bo Xun's voice was terribly low.

Song Song showed a gloating smile, "I will remember to bring you souvenirs when I go on a trip."

While speaking, something hit his head suddenly.

"Oh..." Bo Xun rubbed his head, thinking it was the teacher who came, so he quickly sat up straight.

After sitting up straight, he found that the front and back doors were quiet, except for a ball of paper in his hand.

He picked up the ball of paper and unfolded it:

[If you don't come back to the prime of life, it's hard to get a morning every day. ]

The standard face font, every stroke is sonorous and powerful.

Bo Xun looked at the note, his eyes startled.

In the past, his grades have always been at the level of the bottom goalkeeper. Even if he realizes his shortcomings in high school and starts to catch up, the accumulation of poetry will not be able to catch up in a short while.

"To put it bluntly, you are half-hearted in studying, I advise you to concentrate." Song Song reminded quietly when he saw the note.

Bo Xun turned his head and looked outside an aisle.I saw the boy in the wheelchair, holding a sketchbook, not reviewing at all.

As if he had noticed Bo Xun's gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped his shaking wrists, and raised the corners of his lips instead of looking at him.

The bookish side face and the reckless and unrestrained lips were in sharp contrast, and Bo Xun was stunned for a moment.

He withdrew his gaze, picked up the pen and paper that he had thrown down irritablely just now, and muttered, "How does he know that I am half-hearted. He doesn't review, how can he learn well."

"You have a single-core processor installed in your brain, but others don't." After Song Song choked him, he picked up the textbook and flipped through the notes.

Bo Xun:?

He promised not to shake Song Song's table again.

Regarding the summer training, the coach sent a form to each of them, specifically asking the parents to sign it.

After school, the sky was not completely dark, and the bright street lights were already on.

When Bo Xun was waiting for his food at the small stall outside the school, he took out his mobile phone and opened the communication software, repeatedly opened and closed the dialog box with his family.

"Which class? Didn't the teacher say that you are not allowed to buy things at stalls outside the school?"

I was wondering whether I should call my parents, when suddenly, two boys with student union armbands squeezed through the crowd.

"...I'm sick, why don't you take care of me when I'm out of school?"

"...It's not like everyone has someone to study with and someone to cook at home."

"...If it weren't for the school cafeteria being so expensive and unpalatable, I wouldn't want to go out and buy it."

"..."

Amidst the groans, there were a few weak female voices who had obediently reported to the class and received two warnings.

He heard the boys from the student council walking towards him.

Bo Xun put the phone in his pocket.

"Hey, classmate..." One of the boys with armbands saw Bo Xun's school pants and just opened his mouth, only to realize that he had to look up to see Bo Xun's face.

——He is tall and big, not to mention boys of the same age, many adults are not as strong as him, even the owner of the stall is a little short in front of him.

Bo Xun lazily stood up straight from the wall, "Why didn't you ask me what class I was in?"

Boys from the Student Union: "..."

Bo Xun: "Ask, I won't do anything to you."

"..."

"Forget it, let's make a note." Next to him, another boy with an armband tugged at the boy who was hesitant to talk to Bo Xun.

Bo Xun didn't wait for them to leave, he stretched out his arm to stop them, "Don't, bully the weak and fear the strong?"

"Ask." Bo Xun said again.

"..."

"..."

Under tremendous pressure, the two boys from the student union stood motionless.

The arrogance just now was gone, like two well-behaved sheep.

Almost all the students present were students who had just finished school from No. [-] Middle School, and all of them cast their gazes at once.

"Is it Bo Xun from class three? My brother is so fierce, I like it so much..."

"Aren't they going to fight?"

"No, if there is a conflict, Brother Xun must have beaten them unilaterally..."

Bo Xun stopped for a while, seeing that his meal was almost ready, he spread his hands towards the two of them just like the gangsters in the movie looking for protection money from good students.

The two boys from the student council fell silent.

One of them hesitantly took out his pocket and took out a coin.

"It's not asking for money, just give me the violation form you recorded just now." Seeing that they misunderstood, Bo Xun flipped his palms, signaling that he would not accept money.

The boy pouted, and reluctantly handed the form folder on the clipboard to Bo Xun.

Bo Xun took it and took a look.

·Grade 5 ([-]) class, buying finger cakes from the off-campus stall...

·Grade 1 ([-]) class, buying Fuding meat slices from a small stall outside the school...

·Grade one (6) class...

Each person's name is also recorded at the back.

"I've memorized so much today?" Bo Xun glanced at the disciplinary record.

The boy's voice was low and weak, "That's all."

Bo Xun didn't speak.

With a sound of "shua", the discipline violation form was torn in half, folded up and continued to be torn repeatedly.

It wasn't until the complete paper was shredded into pieces that Bo Xun said calmly to the boys in the student union, "Okay, you can go back."

After speaking, he put the scraps of paper in his pocket.

The stall owner looked at Bo Xun, pursed his lips, and greeted him with a smile, "Student, your noodles are ready. Are you packing?"

Bo Xun turned around, quickly took it with both hands, and said with a shy smile, "Pack it up, thank you."

When walking home with the meal, Bo Xun was still clicking on the dialog box with his mother repeatedly on the phone.

Do you want to make a phone call and ask when your mother will come back from other places.

In the midst of entanglement, Bo Xun decided to hit one.

Just after making a decision, it seems that my hand slipped and I made a mistake in the dialog with someone else.Before exiting, the hand dialed the voice call faster than the brain.

Bo Xun came to his senses and frantically clicked the red phone button.

In the dialog box, it shows [Call canceled]

Lifting his eyes, he realized that the note in the dialogue box was: Yu Jin.

Bo Xun: ...

He hesitated for a while, and then explained: [The hand slipped the wrong point, sorry]

After sending, he exited and clicked on the message bar with his mother again to send the voice request.

The ringing lasted for more than a minute, and the call was automatically canceled, showing that the other party was not answering.

Bo Xun sighed.

After the second monthly exam, when he called his mother about the parent-teacher meeting, the other party said that he was busy with his younger brother's training. After that, he didn't talk to his mother except for living expenses, and his father was busy with business all the year round. It is even more hopeless.

Maybe mother is still busy, Bo Xun thought so.

He decided to type and explain to his mother the arrangements for the summer training and the signing of the form.

Looking for a corner on the crowded sidewalk, Bo Xun put down the packed lunch box in his hand, and was just about to type when a new message popped up on the notification bar.

Yu Jin: [Then who did you plan to call? ]