The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He really wanted to just leave this charming and flamboyant guy here and forget it.

Although he didn't say it, the ugly look already explained everything.

He Qing had a strong desire to survive and quickly changed his mind, "Brother, brother, help me."

Zuo Feng stood still and looked at the young man condescendingly.

He is wearing a decent dress today, with a white shirt and no other strange fragrance on his body. He is leaning on a small white face and looking at himself pitifully.

As if he was aware of the looseness of the left front, the teenager shrugged his nose and carefully extended his hand. "Can you help me get up?"

Zuo Feng frowned at him, and finally reached out to support him.

Seeing He Qing whispering in pain, he leaned his whole body on himself, carefully raised one foot, and didn't dare to land, he endured the disgust in his heart, and looked at the one that was thinner than the girl. White tender ankle.

"Are you dislocated?"

"Ah?" He Qing suddenly panicked, his face bitter, looking at his aching foot, "Dislocated? What should I do!"

He grows so big, let alone dislocated, that is, it will take a long time for booze to scratch the skin.

The thought of the dislocation was so serious that his slightly delicate eyes began to brew, and soon his eyes turned red again.

Zuo Feng looked at the people around him with a pitiful look that they were about to pick up, and the disgust in his heart was about to break.

"It's not just a dislocation, look at you."

Although Zuo Feng grew up to be a girl from a young age, he was still a normal rough guy in his heart, because the appearance is not often said, the most despised is a boy like He Qing who is even more delicate than a girl.

"You're so light, why didn't you see one without seeing you!"

He Qing pitifully lifted his leg. His previous body work of doing sit-ups was all painful. New and old injuries were added together, and his heart was infinitely indignant.

Zuo Feng disdain to see him like this, he sneered and wrote lightly, "When I was in high school, when I was fighting with people, I was cut with a knife on my leg. At that time, the white bones were exposed, and the blood was flowing. Nothing."

"Look at you again, Gee..."

His words originally wanted to tell He Qing what masculinity is, who knew that after hearing the ears of the teenager, only one sentence remained.

This guy, is it so cruel in high school?

Blood bleeds, bones show...

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh..." Zuo Feng is recalling his youthful past, but he feels that the weight leaning on his body slips and slips down. Fortunately, his eyes are quickly caught, otherwise He Qing will fall to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

He Qing asked the man with a grumpy question, He Qing's face was white, and the miserable soft tone responded very falsely, "I'm dizzy..."

blood? Where did the blood come from?

Zuo Feng impatiently supported him again, relying on himself a lot taller than the teenager, raised his shoulder with one hand, and lifted the person up like a little chicken.

"Okay, don't bother, I will take you to see the school doctor."

He Qing was scared enough by his previous words, and he automatically made up a brutal image of chopping people everywhere with a machete. At this moment, he was really like a little chicken.

Weakly agreed, just being carried, jumped to the school doctor's office on one foot.

Despite his delicate body, He Qing never died, and his life was more important than anything. Therefore, he came to the school for a year, and he had never been to the school clinic.

He was a jump-off character, supported by Zuo Feng sitting on the bed, his ankles did not hurt so much, and immediately looked around with a pair of beautiful apricot eyes curious.

Looking at him, his eyes fell on Zuo Feng's face.

Looking at his good-looking face, He Qing puckered a little pity. Why is such a good-looking person so bad in character?

Fortunately, it’s a man, what a pity if it’s a girl.

Thinking about it, I thought of Zuo Xue's head.

The young man who had just languished suddenly became energetic. He carefully looked at Zuo Feng's face and saw that the man was playing his mobile phone with his head down, coughing softly, trying to attract his attention.

In his ear is the sound of a small, cat-like sound. Zuo Feng looked down at the phone intently, with no desire to look up.

He Qing coughed a few times to see that he didn't respond, and frowned suddenly.

It doesn't matter, I will come to the mountain if I don't come.

He cleared his throat, trying to sweeten his voice.

According to He Qing's experience, speaking to elders in this way usually yields satisfying results.

"Brother, what grade are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Zuo Feng was playing with his mobile phone, and suddenly a sweet voice came from his ear. His hand flicked, and the game character died immediately and could not die anymore.

The man frowned and looked at the teenager. "Are your throat uncomfortable? Talk well."

He Qing: "..."

This guy who won't appreciate it.

Obviously when he talked at home like this, his mother and grandma praised his voice.

Leaving a lip, the teenager regained his normal tone, green and crisp, "I really like Xuexue, you see I run today for her."

With that said, he intentionally or unintentionally moved his injured left leg to the position of the man so that he could take a look at his determination.

"You have no drama."

Zuo Feng lowered his eyes and reopened the game. His hands kept moving and he didn't forget to run a few words, "My sister doesn't like you."

"Which type do I have?"

He Qing was suddenly unhappy. "Everyone is born the same. What she likes, I can change it to that!"

Zuo Feng listened, and the game stopped, and raised his eyebrows at the teenager, and this smile was like a spring blossoming on his beautiful face, and He Qing's eyes suddenly brightened.

The next second, the feeling of first love was smashed by the man's magnetic voice.

"She likes to grow taller than her."

He Qing is all bad.

Shortness is a shortcoming he can't ignore.

Although his father is 180 tall, his mother is short.

Ms. He is a petite little beauty, and Daddy He has said more than once that her height is just right, which just happens to make people hold it in the palm to stimulate protection.

But He Qing, he is a boy.

Although he looks pretty, he can't stand him tall.

Although He Dad's gene helped pull it a little bit, so that the teenager does not look like his mother, but He Qing is still a little worse than the average height of a man.

This is an indelible pain for the narcissist.

At the same time, it is also a shortcoming that cannot be refuted.

So, in the face of this man who might be the future big uncle, He Qing grievances bowed his head aggrievedly, and his voice was so pitiful.

"I drink milk every day now, and I will soon grow taller."

Zuo Feng was about to be amused by him.

"Okay, even if you can grow taller, you can look at your body again and walk on the runway for a lap and you will get your feet. Before you bleed, you will start to cry. My sister is not as coquettish as you. If you are true Are together, who will coax anyone in the future?"

He Qing himself knew that his character was like that, and immediately murmured a little unwillingly, "we can coax each other..."

Zuo Feng was too lazy to laugh, and the kid was so interesting that it was beyond his imagination.

Seeing He Qing deflated his mouth, his hands disturbed the clothes uncomfortably. That look was even younger than the little girl.

"Okay, don't worry about it anymore. She told me that this year, I don't look for objects. With this skill, you can study hard and be better than nothing."

Zuo Feng's appearance is always beautiful. Although long-term sports have made his skin wheat-colored, he also looks younger, which is why He Qing has always regarded him as his peers.

Now, seeing him, who seemed to be no bigger than himself, spoke to himself in this elder's tone, and He Qing was suddenly unhappy.

However, it was useless to be unhappy. When I thought of the man who had been undercutting his bones in a fight, the young man's heart was already in the corner.

Of course, he refused to admit that he was so afraid.

He is because this is the brother of the person he likes, yes, that's it!

After doing some psychological construction for himself, He Qing felt a little emboldened. He summoned his courage and looked at the man. "You can rest assured that I will work hard and become the kind of person Xue Xue likes. I will She is fine."

Zuo Feng: "..." This kid probably doesn't understand good words.

It may also be a bit of a brain problem.

He was too lazy to talk to He Qing anyway. Anyway, according to his experience, like this kind of suitor, Zuo Xue always had a way to refuse.

Although she used a very euphemistic way of refusing in order to maintain the image of the so-called goddess, but after several downs, the suitors were defeated.

Looking at the firm eyes of the young newborn calf who was not afraid of the tiger, and thought of the sister of the female **** at home, in the appearance of the goddess, Zuo Feng was not too disgusted by his behavior of trying to chase Zuo Xue.

Such a squeamish boy is estimated to be defeated in a week.

Just thinking, the school doctor opened the door and walked in. When he saw that Zuo Feng had greeted him, "You are also Teacher Zuo."

"Yes, when I saw this student's foot, I sent him over."

Zuo Feng nodded with a smile and talked to the school doctor, put away all the sharp edges, and looked like an ordinary teacher.

He Qing was stunned to watch his face change.

Teacher Zuo?

This guy who looks as big as him is a teacher?

Thinking about it, the school doctor mentioned the teenager's red ankle, looked at it, and poked again, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah--" A scream of sorrow sounded throughout the school medical room.

This time even the answer is saved, so screaming so painful.

Zuo Feng stood aside and looked at the school doctor's examination. No matter what he did, He Qing had only one response, screaming.

Mingming's school doctor didn't seem to work hard, but he called like a piglet about to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, there weren't many people in the school's medical room during this period, otherwise everyone would have to run in and watch.

"Tap, tap... ah!!"

When the school doctor finally let go, the teenager's eyes were already tearful, and he shrank pitifully, looking at the school doctor cautiously and carefully, his body stiffly repelled his approach.

"It's just a sprain. Fortunately, there's not much damage in it. Just apply the medicine every day."

He Qing said with a sigh of relief when he heard that it was not a fracture.

"Does rubbing pain?"

The school doctor who was taking off his gloves heard the timid voice coming from behind, and suddenly turned around with a smile, "You can rest assured, just wipe the medicine, the strength is almost the same as the one I just checked."

Similar to the strength he just checked? ? ? ?

The teenager covered in severe pain only felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

He almost cried aloud, but when he saw that he was standing on the side and looked at his left front, he also aggrieved and withdrew his tears, trying to make himself a man in front of his uncle.

"The doctor, can I wipe it myself?"

"Okay, I'll give you the medicine, just apply it three times a day. Just try it yourself."

The school doctor said, went out to get the medicine.

Zuo Feng looked at the boy with flushed face and red eyes. He shook his head and sat down, quite curiously, "Is there such a pain?"

He Qing suddenly came to the spirit, this is a good opportunity to prove himself!

He straightened his waist and tried to put a tenacious and unyielding spirit in his eyes. His voice was hoarse and choked. "It hurts, but I can hold it back."

Zuo Feng is also enduring, he is very hard to endure not laughing after hearing the words of the teenager.

How can this guy pretend?

Has he forgotten what his previous cry was clear to him?

Holding a smile, the man nodded solemnly, "I didn't expect you to be so strong."

He Qing's eyes brightened when he praised himself, and his waist was straightened, trying to let his future brother-in-law understand how good he is.

"I'm just slamming my feet now. When my feet are good, I immediately go running, and I can immediately develop the abs that Xuexue likes."

Zuo Feng wanted to laugh when he saw him like this.

Obviously with red eyes, like a rabbit, you still want to pretend to be a mature and stable tiger. Are the children now so cute?

"Here, this is medicine. There is a student outside. I will go out first. Doctor Zuo will hand it over."

Zuo Feng stood up, took the medicine in his hand, looked at the instructions, and said, "It's very simple, just put it on your hand, and then use your hand to wipe the painful place on your hand. Do you want me to help?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Since he thought that no one had found it, he glanced at the medicine quietly. The boy's eyes were full of bitterness, and he took it carefully and wiped it on his hand.

Bai Nennen's slender fingertips were covered with medicine. He Qing tried to keep calm and put his hands on his red ankles, and took a light touch.

Hey? Does not hurt!

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he was no longer wronged, nor sad. He was so careful, a little, smearing medicine on his ankles.

While smearing the medicine, he raised his head a little bit proudly and tilted the corner of his mouth proudly at the man. "Look, I said I'm not afraid of pain."

Zuo Feng felt itchy when he looked at the small dimples exposed on the white tender face on his left side. Perhaps he was uncomfortable when he saw him. Is it too light?"

"Yes, is there?"

He Qing suddenly felt guilty, and his hands kept moving, as if to conceal his guilty conscience, "Isn't it just to apply the medicine? It doesn't matter if you are weak!"

That being said, if you are injured, you should ask clearly.

Zuo Feng stood up in the young man's frightened eyes and shouted, "Does it have to be as strong as you?"

There was an answer from there, "Yes, it must be rubbed off. It may be a little painful. Let the classmate endure it. If it is not rubbed off, it will be seriously ill."

Zuo Feng lowered the curtain and raised his eyebrows at the teenager who was incredulously looking at his beautiful apricot eyes.

"Look, the doctors said they need to work hard."

He looked at the pitiful look of the young man who was almost scared to suffocation, and he was very heartbroken to remind, "It was the strength of the doctor just now."

He Qing is no longer bad for the whole person, he is bad for the whole body.

The strength of the doctor just now?

Let him treat himself so cruelly?

"I, I will wait until I go back to the bedroom to apply the medicine." When the big trouble came, He Qing's head turned around and only thought of walking.

Looking at him like a little turtle, pitifully going down to the ground, Zuo Feng tried hard to hold back the corner of his mouth, and coughed, "No need to trouble, you have to apply the medicine here and then go back, Good for your wound."

"No, no more..."

The teenager's eyes were round and he looked at the man timidly. "Aren't the doctors going to see a doctor? I'll make room for him."

"Thank you for helping me come, and I will thank you well tomorrow."

"Eh, I'm afraid of anything. People aren't traumatized. It's just a matter of seeing a doctor outside. Isn't it thanking me? Brother and I are good guys. I will help you finish the medicine and help you back."

"no, I'm fine……"

He Qing was almost scared and stupid, saying that he didn't need to, but he didn't find the man in the eyes funny.

It has been a long time since Zuo Feng has met such a fun person, and he is obviously going to be scared and stupid and still pretend to be here with him.

He deliberately pretended to be puzzled, "Why don't you let me apply the medicine to you? Are you afraid of pain?"

Really afraid of pain, Qing tried hard to endure the urge to shed tears, gritted his teeth and said seriously, "Not afraid, this person, the least fear is pain."

But man, very reliable, choose me as your brother-in-law, yes!

Zuo Feng smiled at the teenager with a gratifying smile, "Coincidentally, I am the person who most appreciates those who are not afraid of pain. Come and see, for the sake of our brothers so fate, I will help you wipe the medicine."

As soon as I heard the man's words, my feet on the edge of the bed leaned back reflexively. I was so scared that my whole body was stiff, and I squeezed out a smile.

"No more trouble for you, I'll go back and... ah-"

As he was saying, the man's eyes quickly grabbed the tiny, red and swollen ankle. Half of what the boy said suddenly turned into a scream, screaming, he suddenly caught the man's smiling eyes and suffocated him. go back.

Resisting the tears rolling in his eyes, the pretty boy used his choked voice to explain hard, "Suddenly want to sing."

"I heard that, right on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." With a smile on his left lips, he grabbed the teenager's delicate ankles and took the other hand to take the medicine.

"Ah---"

The man bowed his head and almost laughed in his heart. He still kept calm on the face and commented.

"Turn it up high and have a good voice."