My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

The three-day holiday was over in the blink of an eye. Lu usually woke up early when he went to school in the morning. After breakfast, he was not sure whether it would rain today, but it would never go wrong to put an umbrella in his schoolbag as a backup.

Less than ten minutes after he sat down, most of the students in the class came one after another. When Lu Zao Zao was reading with his head down, he heard He Feng let out a loud "Fuck" noise from behind, and then suddenly laughed.

Lu Zao Zao raised his head and saw Li Jianan walking into the classroom with a dejected look on his face, with a thick white bandage wrapped around his right hand. When he sat down, Lu Zao Zao frowned and looked at Li Jianan with a worried look, "An'an, what's wrong with your hand?"

He Feng laughed behind him and patted Li Jianan on the head, "How come you messed up your hands like this after just three days of not seeing each other?"

Li Jianan threw herself into Lu Zaozao's arms, her little face wrinkled into a ball, and she began to explain in an extremely sad voice.

"I went back to my hometown to celebrate the Qingming Festival. The road up the mountain was not easy to walk on. It had been raining for a few days, and the road was wet and slippery. I fell down without paying attention. My hand hit a stone nearby and was injured. The back of my hand was scratched by the thorns nearby, leaving a bloody mark. At that time, I thought I would just endure it after the Qingming Festival."

"My wrist was swollen a few hours later. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious and the bones inside weren't too damaged. The doctor said that if it heals quickly, it will take about ten days to recover, and if it's slow, it will only take about a month." Li Jianan gritted his teeth, "Damn that bad stone."

"Oh, think about it in a positive way." He Feng comforted her promptly, even though it didn't sound like a good thing, "You injured your right hand this time, so you can openly not do your homework for a long time."

"Fuck you!" Li Jianan slapped He Feng's hand off her head. "The college entrance examination is only two months away. Do you think I'm the same as you? I have to spend a lot of time doing exercises every day, okay?!"

Lu Zaozao gently stroked the fingers on her right hand that were not wrapped in gauze. "It's okay. Just read more books. I can help you sort out your thinking process every day so that you won't become rusty after not doing it for a long time."

"Zao Zao!" Li Jianan rubbed his face against Lu Zao Zao's shoulder and neck, "I knew you were the most reliable and the best to me."

Lin Zhao came later than Li Jianan this morning and only discovered it during lunch. "What's wrong with your hand?"

Li Jianan re-explained to them what he had already explained to He Feng and Lu Zao Zao in the morning. Lin Zhao raised an eyebrow and said, "It will be fine if you can fully recover your hand before the college entrance examination. Just be more careful next time."

Although these words of comfort did not sound very good, it was already very difficult to get "comfort" from Lin Zhao.

Because her right hand was injured, Li Jianan ate lunch with a spoon in her left hand. Lu Zaozao would pick up some food for her with chopsticks from time to time, and then feed Li Jianan, taking care of her like a child.

He Feng couldn't bear to watch it anymore, "She just injured her hand, not amputated, there's no need, right? So early?"

Li Jianan glared at He Feng angrily, "What do you care?"

"If my hand was injured, would you take care of me so wholeheartedly?" He Feng blinked and looked at Lu Zao Zao, and quickly changed the topic and said, "No, if anyone at our table got an injury, would you take care of us so wholeheartedly?"

Feeling that He Feng's question was very strange, Lu Zao Zao hesitated for a moment, "Probably... yes, that depends on the extent of the injury."

"Oh——" He Feng smiled with a long tail tone, "Okay, I know."

Xie Huinian and Lin Zhao actually had the same tacit understanding at this time. They said in unison, looking a little impatient, "Eat your meal well."

Being scolded by two people at the same time, He Feng shrank his shoulders a little angrily, "Oh."

Li Jianan stuck out his tongue at He Feng and smiled slyly, "You deserve it."

After dinner, Lin Zhao and Lu Zaozao walked at the back, walking very slowly. Li Jianan looked back at the two of them. Lin Zhao raised her chin slightly, motioning her to go first and wait for the people in front to keep some distance from them.

Lin Zhaocai asked: "Did you go to the hospital for a checkup during the Qingming Festival?"

"Ah."

"what's the result?"

"It's hard to tell what's going on yet. It's just like that. It needs medication to maintain its condition." Lu Zao Zao spoke calmly, trying to make the situation sound more realistic and believable. "But it's a good result that it's not developing in a bad direction. What do you think?"

"Yeah, take your time."

Li Jianan did not sleep during the lunch break. He took out a blank piece of draft paper and picked up a pen to practice his left-hand writing ability. As a result, the words he wrote looked like scribbles and were so ugly that they were appalling.

He Feng stretched his neck forward, "What are you doing?" After seeing Li Jianan's masterpiece on the blank draft paper, he shrank back in horror, "Damn, are you making a spell to trick me?"

"..." Li Jianan's mouth twitched, "You are using other people's talismans to plot against you. It's just a waste of paper and ink. I think there is no room for retreat in your brain."

"Even though his hand is injured, his mouth is still so vicious."

Li Jianan was too lazy to pay attention to He Feng. Despite his disability, he continued to write and draw on the draft paper. After a while, Lin Zhao and Lu Zaozao walked into the classroom one after the other. As soon as Lu Zaozao sat down, he saw Li Jianan writing very seriously, but the results were a little hard to describe.

"Good morning, you're back."

Li Jianan handed the draft paper to Lu Zaozao and said excitedly, "Zaozao, can you tell what I wrote?"

Lu Zao Zao stared at the extremely sloppy and arrogant handwriting for a long time before he stretched out a finger, pointed at the words on it and read them out one by one uncertainly, "衔、庙堂、霏、薄、猿、泣、麟、辱."

There were a few words that I couldn't really make out, so I just guessed them.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, you almost guessed it right. I said my handwriting is pretty easy to recognize, Zao Zao, what do you think?"

"..." Actually, it was a little hard to recognize. Afraid of hurting Li Jianan's feelings, Lu decided to skip this topic early. "An'an, why did you choose such a difficult character with so many strokes to practice? Can't you start with the simple ones and work your way up?"

"Well, this is what I think. If I can practice these characters with complicated strokes, then those simple characters will be easy to write."