After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

The foggy gray sky shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The cool light is not too harsh, but it is enough to affect the sleeping human beings.

Bo Xun reluctantly put the quilt over his head.

The aroma of coffee entered the nostrils.

He subconsciously touched the bed beside him.

empty.

In an instant, Bo Xun sobered up a lot.

He sat up with his upper body propped up, his eyes squinted sleepily, and his short black hair was messed up in curls.

I saw Yu Jin wiping his hair on the edge of the low bar in the distance, and the coffee machine was running "gurgling".

The one-size bathrobe was too loose for Yu Jin, and he dangled in the clothes.

"Did it wake you up? Sleep a little longer."

Familiar voice.

As if confirming that Yu Jin was still there, Bo Xun threw himself back into the pillow.

tired.

It's like the morning after a long physical training, without getting enough rest, every cell in the body clamors to go on strike./work.

As he lay down, he heard the sound of curtains drawing across the track.

The bright room suddenly went dark.

"Where are you going?" Hearing the sound of the wheelchair moving towards the bed, Bo Xun asked in a muffled voice.

"To do some business, I have already made an appointment with someone at nine o'clock this morning, you continue to sleep," Yu Jin said in a very soft voice, "Put clean clothes in the cloakroom for you."

Bo Xun didn't ask any more questions.

It's not even nine o'clock now...

He didn't know exactly what time he fell asleep at night, he only knew that Yu Jin, who seemed weak on weekdays, didn't seem to get tired so easily.

Even, compared to the usual gentleness and gentleness, it can almost be described as harsh.

On the contrary, it was he who cried hoarsely and begged Yu Jin to let go.

Bo Xun heard a rustling on the bedside table.

A delicate kiss fell from the corner of the lips.

"gone."

He didn't respond, he was too sleepy to speak.

I don't know how long I slept.

When I woke up this time, the tingling and blockage in my throat almost occupied all my senses, my limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and my mind was dizzy.

It's hot to breathe.

With difficulty, Bo Xun stretched out his hand from under the quilt and put it on his forehead.

"Yu Jin actually hit the mark..." He muttered with difficulty.

Before falling asleep, he didn't have the energy to take a bath again, but in a daze, he felt that Yu Jin brought a basin of hot water and wiped his body with a wet towel.

The last time he had a fever was in kindergarten, Bo Xun had long forgotten what it was like to be sick.

When he got up from the bed, he saw two tubes of unsealed ointment on the bedside table, with a sticky note under it.

The usual neat face characters are rarely accompanied by strokes, which look a little scribbled.

[For pain relief.The left is for internal use and the right is for external use. I gave you two medicines after taking a bath yesterday and after you fell asleep. Theoretically, the pain relief effect can last until tonight.If it still hurts, remember to use it yourself. 】

On the lower half of the note, there is a hand-drawn schematic diagram.

Bo Xun: ...

Yu Jin's painter is really good.

It's so good that it's just a schematic diagram of how to use the ointment, and an inappropriate picture appears in my mind.

After getting up to wash, Bo Xun looked at the clean clothes on the cabinet.

There are also his personal belongings on it, which should be the products that Yu Jin took out of his pocket before helping him to send his dirty clothes to the laundry.

After leaving the hotel, Bo Xun took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

In the infusion hall, the pungent smell of disinfectant was very strong, and the cleaners were cleaning the terrazzo floor with sawdust.

With his schoolbag on his back, Bo Xun pushed the bottle shelf with one hand, looking for an empty seat.

There are a lot of people with colds and fevers this season, especially children.

The hall echoed for a long time with the children's wailing and wolf howling, even overwhelming the sound of the short video.

In the end, Bo Xun found an empty sofa, sat down and collapsed in it.

He hasn't told Yu Jin yet.

It wasn't because he was afraid that Yu Jin wouldn't come to accompany him after he said it, but because he knew that if he said it, Yu Jin would definitely drop everything at hand and rush over.

One is that he doesn't want to disturb Yu Jin.

Second, I really feel ashamed.

I practiced martial arts since I was a child, practiced sports in my teens, and I was fine when I was training outdoors in a temperature of tens of degrees below zero in unlined clothes, but I actually developed a fever because of this thing...how can I feel ashamed.

Lying on the sofa, Bo Xun looked at his medical list.

A high fever caused by an infection.

He also didn't quite understand the specific report, he could only understand that there were four or five bottles to be punched.

He conveniently opened the bottle to the fastest speed so that it could end quickly.

"Bo Xun!"

While looking at the list, suddenly, a familiar voice came from not far away.

Bo Xun raised his head, "Xie Zhe? Why are you here?"

I saw Xie Zhe holding the bottle with one hand, and a man who was much taller and stronger than him was standing beside him holding things for him, walking towards this side limping.

"Hiss...it's a long story," Xie Zhe said while sitting on the sofa opposite him, and rubbed his ankles after sitting down, "Didn't you just have a holiday yesterday? I ran out, and it was snowing and the road was slippery outside, and then I sprained. I didn’t bring my mobile phone with me at the time, but the big guy found that I couldn’t get through, so he came to look for me in the grass, otherwise I would be cold.”

After hearing this, Bo Xun choked speechlessly, "Can you have some snacks?"

"What snack?"

Ji Liangting, who was standing at the side, saw Xie Zhe's foolishness, and said coldly, "What he said is to let you have a long memory, and drink in moderation in the future."

Xie Zhe said impatiently, "I know, I don't need you to remind me."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to Bo Xun, "What's the matter with you? Don't you almost never get sick?"

Bo Xun was asked.

This is not something you can say in front of your friends.

He cleared his throat and made up, "I, I quarreled with Yu Jin yesterday. Then, I went out for a stroll in the middle of the night, and it was quite cold outside."

Xie Zhe gloated, "Kicked out of the house by my wife? Wouldn't it be because we persuaded you to drink those two drinks?"

"You really listened to the myth of the elementary school. Whoever had conflicts with you in the dormitory before was the only one who kicked them out. You are worthy of being the god of the elementary school, who can control you."

Bo Xun laughed dryly twice.

Just believe it.

Xie Zhe: "By the way, I saw your class school committee just now. It's your Fa Xiao. He brought a girl to line up at the door of the consulting room."

Bo Xun: "You mean Song Song?"

"That's right, that's right, Song Song." Xie Zhe slapped his thigh suddenly, "It should be that girl is sick, he looks strangely healthy—"

Before Xie Zhe finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, "Hey, over there! They are at the front desk, look."

Bo Xun hurriedly turned his head, only to see Song Song holding a hanging bottle in one hand and a small girl's hat in the other.

"Songsong!" Bo Xun put down his phone and called out.

Song Song came to them with Lin Lanlan's hat in his hand, seeing Bo Xun and Xie Zhe with surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Ji Liangting took the initiative to take the hanging bottle from Song Song's hand, helped Lin Lanlan hang it up, and helped her fill the thermos before standing back beside Xie Zhe.

"I'm sick, what can I do." Xie Zhe spread his hands.

Bo Xun nodded, indicating that he agreed, "Otherwise, who would run to the hospital properly. How about you?"

"Bring Lanlan here, there is no one in her house." Song Song didn't occupy the sofa used by the patient, but just sat on the small stool on the ground, and pointed to the girl curled up on the sofa with his eyes.

Because of the fever, Lin Lanlan buried half of her face in the bear scarf, only her ears and eyes were exposed.

Huddled on the sofa holding Song Song's tablet computer and watching TV dramas.

After Song Song finished speaking, his eyes fixed on Bo Xun's body suddenly became alert.

"Xiao Xun, what happened to your neck?"

Bo Xun didn't know why, "Neck?"

Xie Zhe also noticed after being reminded, "You were pinched? The handprint is so big?"

Bo Xun: ...

He reacted instantly.

The clothes had an open collar, and he hurriedly pulled the clothes up to cover up.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the freshly scabbed bloodstains on his wrist were exposed again.

Song Song's eyes widened, he looked at Bo Xun in shock and worry, and exclaimed, "On your wrist—"

Bo Xun hastily tugged at his sleeves.

Trying to cover up the wound on the wrist.

But the clothes are so big, there is no way to look at the head and the tail.

"No, Xiao Xun, what's the matter with you?" Song Song didn't know why, so he couldn't care about Lin Lanlan for a while, moved a small stool and sat next to Bo Xun.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Xie Zhe also asked, "Who bullied you? We'll beat you back!"

Bo Xun hasn't answered yet.

Ji Liangting whispered to Xie Zhe, "Xiao Zhe, don't ask."

"He's my friend. I don't ask if he's being bullied, right? Do you have a heart?" Xie Zhe was in a hurry, when he heard the advice, he turned around and said something.

"That's not what I meant." Ji Liangting stood up innocently, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and didn't try to persuade him any more.

Bo Xun: "I hit the pole."

As Song Song said, he stretched out his hand to look closely at the scar on Bo Xun's neck, "What kind of pole did you hit? It was clearly pinched by your hand. What happened? Let me see if it's serious. If it's serious... we'll see later Son, go to the police? Did you meet your mother again? Did she threaten you or beat you?"

He tugged on Bo Xun's neckline, originally just to check the wound more clearly.

"Don't look—"

Bo Xun hadn't finished rejecting yet.

Suddenly, I felt that the atmosphere was a little too silent.

Song Song: ...

Xie Zhe: ...

Bo Xun hastily pulled up the neckline.

He didn't even look in the mirror when he got up.

I don't really know what's going on with me, but I can feel a thing or two from the wonderful expressions of Song Song and Xie Zhe.

Suddenly, Xie Zhe's voice broke the silence.

There was a bit of complexity in the dazed expression.

"Good guy, Bo Xun, you, are you doing 0 outside behind your brothers' backs?"

Song Song: "?"

Lin Lanlan, who was watching a TV series next to her, also sat up straight instantly, with a little shock on her sickly face, and looked in Bo Xun's direction.

"Lanlan, don't listen." Song Song came to his senses and stood up quickly, covering Lin Lanlan's ears.

Lin Lanlan pulled Song Song's hand away, still focused on looking at Bo Xun's direction, and protested softly, "I want to listen."

Ji Liangting murmured, "Xiao Zhe, I told you not to ask."

Bo Xun recovered from the shock, and instantly grabbed Xie Zhe's collar with his non-injected hand, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

In fact, the infusion hall was noisy enough that only a few of them heard what Xie Zhe said just now.

On the contrary, it was him who pulled Xie Zhe's collar like this, which attracted more attention.

Realizing that someone was looking at them, Bo Xun quickly let go.

"My voice is not loud," Xie Zhe straightened his clothes aggrievedly, "No, this... I guessed right?"

Bo Xun: "..."

Song Song: "..."

Lin Lanlan: "..."

Ji Liangting: "..."

There was a big movement just now, and the bottle ran away from the needle.

After tying it up again, Bo Xun sat down on the sofa obediently.

Weakly explained, "No, you also know that Yu Jin is good-looking."

and.

There is one detail that he always remembers.

Yu Jin——

...It can only be grasped barely, and the thumb and index finger cannot be aligned at all.

Bo Xun felt that four pairs of eyes were still staring at him in disbelief, especially Xie Zhe, who seemed to be blaming his son for not living up to expectations.

"And he will call my brother sweetly and act like a baby to me. How can I stand it? Can you blame me?"