[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I don't know if Cheap Daddy has caught up with Advar or not.

Because not long after he left, Andeva appeared in front of us chasing the wounded monster.

Then we were taken to the hospital.

Three injured boys were assigned to a ward. My injury was heavier than theirs, and I was a girl, so I was assigned to a single room.

The hospital also performed a not-so-minor operation to remove the fragments of the blade that had lodged in the muscles of my leg.During the operation, I was anesthetized and didn't feel too much pain. After the wound was stitched and I lay on the bed, I suddenly felt that my leg hurt as if it wasn't my own.

Worse than the leg is my right hand. It is said that because the entire palm has been cut off, the recovery time of the palm will be longer than that of the left leg.At least I'm going to be dragging this bandaged hand around until the end of this little vacation.

Nothing else, except that I may not finish my homework during the holidays.

Immediately, I sent a message to Shinsao who was far away in Yuki's office with my left hand on the mobile phone that was sent to the hospital by Daddy Cheap.

"Father, have you finished your homework? If you finish, do you mind getting another copy? It doesn't matter if you haven't finished it. Just write mine too!"

About two or three minutes later, Xinsao's reply suddenly popped up from the LINE interface.

"It's useless for you to call me Grandpa. Class C and Class D have different homework."

"Don't say that, let me help you out for the sake of recommending you to work in the office."

Xin Cao taunted without hesitation, "You actually want me to help you with your homework?"

I:"……"

That's why I said that worrying about this person really doesn't have any friendship with classmates.

I seriously thought about whether to call my ruthless friend, and told him tearfully that my hands were useless and I couldn't do my homework, and begged him to help me with the rest of my homework. The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

The boy with heterochromatic eyes stood expressionlessly at the door. There was a bandage on his left arm, but it didn't look serious.

Thinking about it, he is a long-range player, and he won't eat at least two-thirds of the attacks against Stein like me and Green Valley, a type of melee combat.

Xinsao is still crazily attacking me with words in LINE, the main idea is "You are also a proud top student in general subjects, can you not degenerate to the point of letting others write homework for you? The final exam is coming soon. We The average score of general subjects is still counting on you to lead them to fly."

I feel a little wronged, but I can't say it.

The average of Xiongying's various exams is clearly calculated according to the class, even if I get the first place in the final exam of the school year, it's none of your C class's business...

In order not to make myself feel even more wronged, I turned off LINE directly, and nodded to Hong to signal him to enter the room.

The boy sat on the chair next to the hospital bed with a calm expression, as if he really just came to visit the doctor.

I didn't say a word, and while playing with the pendant on the phone, I watched the boy's expression from the corner of my eye.

It's not like he didn't know what he was going to say at all.When he was fighting with Stein, he said that he would come to talk to me about our affairs after the matter was over—but I don’t know what we can talk about, because we almost hate each other, The so-called talk is not speculative, and he is not very willing to talk to me when he thinks about it.

Thinking about it carefully, Hong and I didn’t know each other for long.

Most of my knowledge of him is from what he heard. Because of this, I only found out that the person in front of me was not the cold personality I imagined when the sports festival was over.

After all, Andewa is not a good person to get along with, and I didn't expect his son to be so stunned.

But that doesn't stop me from hating him.

I don't have any problems with self-abuse, it's an established fact that Hong hates me, and there's no need for me to go up to him and slap him in the face.

The silence lasted about 10 minutes.

When I started to think about whether to issue an order to evict the guest, Hong suddenly spoke.

"...did you sleep well last night?"

I replied reflexively: "It's okay..."

Compared with Yucheng's family, the conditions in the hospital are really not that good, but I am also a person who lived in an orphanage, and I can sleep with a bed, and I don't have so many young lady tempers.

The boy let out a "hmm" and didn't speak again.

I have to describe how I feel now, it should be like meeting a stranger on a dating app whose interest circles don’t overlap at all, both of them have the desire to talk but they don’t know what to talk about.

I sighed inwardly, and opened LINE again with my left hand with difficulty.

If Dad Cheap was there, he would definitely reprimand me for disrespecting the guests, but now that he's not here, I don't bother to have too much communication with Hong, so I can only use my mobile phone to pass the time.

However, I still underestimated Daddy Xinsao.

Maybe it's because I don't reply to his messages all the time, but the other party actually sent a voice message directly.

I looked at the chat interface a little embarrassed, gritted my teeth, and clicked to listen.

"Student Hope Star, where have you gone to waste again?" Xin Cao still had no motivation in the voice, but I could subtly hear a bit of gnashing of teeth, "You have lost your hands? "

I suddenly remembered that in the morning Daddy Cheap said that the office had something to do and had to go back early, so I thought it was time to come.

I guess Shinsao heard about my injury from other people.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and simply sent him a message by voice.

"Don't call me this disgusting name, why, conscience found out that you want to help me with my homework?"

This time Xincao returned quickly, "...bring it."

I hurriedly sent a bunch of homework lists to the past.

The teachers in Class D basically don’t approve this kind of holiday homework. They just take a look at the above content to make sure you have done it, so I don’t worry about being found out that the handwriting is different, not to mention that Xinsao and I are not in the same class. The chances of being discovered are even lower.

I decided to confess Shinsou as a dad before the holidays were over, even if it was for the damn homework.

The young man who had been standing beside him as the backdrop for a long time suddenly spoke.

"Did you finish your homework?"

I blinked my eyes for a while, and then realized that the external broadcast I opened, it is normal to be heard, "Well, there are more homework in general subjects." This is not a lie, Xiongying's general subjects are different from other domestic hero subjects The key colleges and universities in China are similar. What the teachers value is the enrollment rate, so the academic pressure is no less than that of the hero department.

Hong seemed to hesitate for 2 minutes, "... If you don't mind, I can help too?"

Just as I was about to decline, another message popped up on LINE.

"Your class has so much homework? I still have work during the day, so I can only help you write half of it. You can find a way to solve the other half by yourself."

"..." Forget it, it's still not appropriate to confess my troubles.

Thinking of this, I carefully looked at Hong's expression, and after confirming that the other party was not joking, I almost dropped my phone and jumped up from the bed.

"Hong Jiao Dong, you are really a good person!"

Can things like self-esteem be eaten compared to homework?

The author has something to say:

Boom: I can help you with your homework.

Hostess: Tch, you don't need to pretend to be a good person.

Xinsao: ...Your class has too much homework, I can only do half of it!

Heroine: Hong Jiao Dong, you are really a good person!

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Tell me loudly, what is the biggest natural enemy of students