The noble evil young lady

Jingle Bell. . .

Every day after school, I don't have the company of Qinghe Yuanshu or Yumi, so I always pack my textbooks slowly after school every day.

Often when I packed my schoolbag, there was no one in the classroom.

I flung my schoolbag over my shoulder smartly, and was about to close the classroom door, but the figure outside the door caught my sight.

Mu Ze was full of sadness. At this moment, he humbly begged: "Extraordinary, let's make up!"

I slowly put down my hand, and smiled at him apologetically, to be honest, I have no feeling for him now, or my feelings for him are based on Xuan Che, and now I have let go of Xuan Che , to him it was just an ordinary alumni relationship.

I looked at the sky, the sun was getting closer and closer to the west, and almost all the people on the campus had left.

Seeing his expectant expression, I held his hand, ready to give him some earnest persuasion.

"Ah!" He covered his injured hand, with a painful expression on his face, as if his bones were broken alive, his body trembled slightly due to the pain, which made my heart twitch violently.

I looked at his injured hand in surprise, and asked with concern: "Is your hand injury still not healed?"

"It's okay!" He tried his best to smile at me, but it further added to his tragic color.

Looking at his wrist joint, the superficial wound has healed, but it seems to have injured a bone.

Since the last archery competition, his hand injury has become more and more frequent, and the pain seems to be getting worse every time. I have seen him walk out of the infirmary several times, always with a thin forehead. Sweat, I can't seem to move my wrist.

My heart was suddenly swept by fear, and something seemed to be stuck in my throat: "Your hand injury...is it possible to heal completely?"

He was injured because he blocked the flower pot that fell from upstairs for me. If his hand is lost, I will have a bad conscience for the rest of my life.

"It should be impossible..." The pain in his hand seemed to be much better, and his tone was unusually calm.

Impossible to cure completely! ?

at this time. . .What other options do I have?

Qing and Yuan Shu over there. . .Our identities are so far apart that it may not be possible anymore. . .

"Let me think about the reconciliation, but...can you please play a play with me now?"

. . .

So, Mu Ze and I walked out of the school slowly in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The figure at the school gate swayed, as if he was exhausted, and also as if he was in despair with a hint of force. Under the setting sun, it made people feel a little desolate.

In fact, I have long seen Qinghe Yuanshu standing at the school gate waiting for me from the school's monitoring room. When I saw his indifferent attitude towards those girls who tried to get close to him, I felt a little happy.

I forced a big smile on Mu Ze, Mu Ze's gaze was as gentle as water, but his right hand was always dragging weakly, every time I saw this, my heart ached.

It's not that I don't know how important hands are to him. Since Qing and Yuanshu and I are destined to have nothing to do with each other, then. . .Is it okay to use my whole life to compensate Mu Ze?