I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Peng Shuai stepped into the classroom before the official bell rang. This class was his math class.

He walked up to the teacher's podium, looked around, and found that the students had adjusted their status, and they were nodding secretly, wanting to praise the ten girls who have won honor for the class, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the empty seats in the last row of the second group. with.

Nan Yirong didn't come, Peng Shuai frowned.

In the past, he would never have cared about Nan Yirong, and he didn't care whether the student came or not.But recently, the kid's attitude towards learning has changed. Not only him, but some teachers also feel that the kid has become serious, and a few of them asked him if there was a business problem at Nan Yirong's family.

Thinking of this, Peng Shuai glanced at Ran Yuanxing. The boy was absently turning the pen in his hand, and glanced back from time to time.

Peng Shuai smiled secretly, and said, "Okay, the other students go to class first. Ran Yuanxing, help the teacher find Nan Yirong, and tell this little bastard to come back quickly. He has just been honest for a few days, and his skin is itchy again."

"Okay." Ran Yuanxing didn't evade, almost as soon as Peng Shuai finished speaking, his people ran away.

As the sun sets, the heat is reduced by half, and the sun is not as glaring as it is at noon.

Ran Yuanxing rushed all the way down, and suddenly there were soft footsteps in his ears.

He looked up suddenly, and saw Yirong walking slowly towards the south under the setting sun, the light and shadow blurred his eyebrows and eyes, but the wind blew the hem of his school uniform.

With his right arm covering his left, he walked slowly.

As if sensing that someone was staring at him, Nan Yirong also raised his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

It was only then that Ran Yuanxing realized that the corner of his left mouth was oozing blood, and his right cheek had been cut a few times.

"Are you okay?" Ran Yuanxing immediately took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand nervously.

"It's okay." Nan Yirong took a step back, avoiding his hand, but suddenly made a big move and pulled his injured right hand, and immediately frowned in pain.

Ran Yuanxing was startled, and soon he understood why he was having an awkward fight. He consciously pulled the distance between the two of them too close, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't go back to the classroom if you are like this, let's go to the infirmary to see, no way." Go straight to the hospital."

Nan Yirong glanced at him.

Ran Yuanxing hurriedly said, "There will be a basketball game on Saturday."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of both of them changed. Nan Yirong felt that he thought he was slowing down, while Ran Yuanxing wanted to slap himself, what did he say!

"Okay, let's go."

The two walked towards the infirmary silently, one behind the other.

A young female doctor was on duty in the infirmary. Seeing Nan Yirong's stinky face and Ran Yuanxing's careful look, she smiled and said to Ran Yuanxing, "Did you hit me?"

"No." Ran Yuanxing shook his head helplessly, "He's mad at me for not helping."

Nan Yirong squinted at him when he heard the words.

The female doctor believed it was true, and helped to fight the fight: "You are students, and you should put your studies first. Don't fight in the future. You are all good friends. If there is anything wrong with it, just talk about it."

Ran Yuanxing smiled slightly, turned to look at Nan Yirong, Nan Yirong lowered his head as if he didn't see it.

The wound on Nan Yirong's face was easy to clean up. The female doctor just sterilized him and bandaged him up.

The wound on the left arm was below the elbow joint, Nan Yirong hastily covered it with a paper towel, the female doctor gently took it off with tweezers, but still pulled a layer of skin outside the wound, Nan Yirong couldn't help hissing .