[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Xia Yan "?"

The first thing the little girl was confused about was, didn't Song Yuyue live on campus? Where did he get a dormitory at school?

But when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly understood.

I heard that when Song entered the College of Saint Philosophy as a freshman, he lived on campus. However, because his roommates on the same floor and the girls in the next building were too "enthusiastic", he couldn't stand it anymore and applied to leave school to live alone.

Xia Yan thought it was a rumor, but the college only provides rooms for students who move in first and then leave the school, and only then will there be rooms available in the college when they move out of school.

The little girl clasped her hands together and followed behind, staring at Song Yuyue's back in admiration. After a while, her gaze hesitantly shifted to Qi Heng.

It seems to be a 'difficult choice'

I like them all, what should I do?

Xia Yan has a rich inner life. In private, the girl is still a senior fujoshi, but she only fans the two-dimensional world and rarely fans real people.

But now... watching Song Yuyue and the uncle walking together, it seems like they are quite suitable?

It would be nice if the two people I like could be together, with an uncle as the top and Song the male god as the bottom.

The male god is so gentle, he must be willing to be the recipient, right?

Although Li Yubai said that the uncle has a little kidney deficiency, it’s not a big problem. Emotions on the spiritual level are the real love!

Xia Yan was inexplicably excited! Until Qi Heng suddenly turned around and looked her in the eye, which scared her.

For a moment, Qi Heng thought he was hallucinating. Why did he see something vulgar on Xia Yan's face?

Xia Yan immediately restrained her smile, returned to her serious state, and greeted Song Nanshen: You are a little bit uncomfortable with the extra gazes.

"Uncle, let me tell you about the rules for the school sports meet volunteers and tomorrow's gathering place.

The Student Union is in charge of you. The gathering place is at the east gate of the school at 8:00 am.

Volunteers are often busy on the first day, but will feel much more relaxed on the second and third days.

As for what volunteers are supposed to do, Uncle, it would be better to ask the student union president directly. "

After saying this, he looked at Song Yuyue, his meaning was self-evident.

Song Yuyue is the president of the Student Union. He is responsible for all volunteers both inside and outside the school. He knows more about this than I do as a "gofer" in the Student Union.

"Uncle, can we exchange contact information?

I have something else to do today, so I can't continue to accompany you." After saying this, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Qi Heng took out his phone without hesitation and said, "I'll scan you."

"Okay, okay!"

After seeing Xia Yan off, Qi Heng could clearly feel that the original owner's emotions had become more intense.

Unprecedented tension, happiness, and shame.

The two walked together in the quiet corridor. If Qi Heng remembered correctly, this was not the corridor leading to the dormitory.

Perhaps realizing Qi Heng's doubts, Song Yuyue took the initiative to explain, "Uncle is injured... I'll take you to the infirmary to get bandaged."

Qi Heng then noticed that his neck was scratched when he bumped into the shelf. No wonder Xia Yan had been looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, and was hesitant to speak.

"Well, thank you..."

Song Yuyue smiled and said nothing. He treated Qi Heng with humility and moderation, without any airs of a rich kid at all.

Being with him, even if we don't talk the whole time, all you can feel is comfort.

What's more, Song Yuyue has a high emotional intelligence. On the way, she would always "inadvertently" bring up new topics about volunteers and school sports meets, which kept the atmosphere between the two lively.

Even Qi Heng himself, after communication, couldn't help but develop a liking for Song Yuyue, a very simple liking between people of the same sex.

Infirmary—

"Hiss... What a huge hatred, what a huge resentment. This move is too cruel."

Qi Heng took off his mask and baseball cap as soon as he entered the infirmary.

The female school doctor who had originally planned to let her assistant check immediately changed her mind, stood up with a smile, walked over, and helped Qi Heng check himself.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get some medicine. Thank goodness you came in time, otherwise the wound would have become inflamed."

After taking off the iodine powder and medical bandage, he was about to return when he was stopped by Song Yuyue.

The man smiled kindly, and the female school doctor was dazzled by the surprise

"I'll take care of uncle's wound. Aunt Li has other patients, so I won't bother you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the students who were queuing at the door to come in. They were leaning their heads out and stealing a peek at Song Yuyue.

As for Qi Heng, he was completely hidden by the curtains between the beds and they could not see him.

The female school doctor compromised reluctantly.

"Uncle, the school doctor is too busy, so let me help you...

Could you please take off your shirt? It's hard to bandage it."

Song Yuyue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bruises on her neck, and said softly.

His eyes were clear and filled with concern.

Qi Heng took off his short-sleeved shirt in front of Song Yuyue.

Song Yuyue, a very special son of destiny.

Just a few years after graduation, she was called the "youngest philanthropist" by the media. Wherever there is a natural disaster or man-made disaster in the Flower Country, Song Yuyue's figure will appear.

At a young age, he began to value charity and understand the sufferings of the world.

Born at the destination that everyone looked up to, he did not indulge in that world of luxury and addiction.

Instead, he turned around and cast his gaze towards the human sufferings that would never appear around him in his lifetime as long as he didn't care about them.

He truly extended a helping hand and saved countless families.

When Qi Heng first entered the small world, he heard the system sigh that the faith of the son of luck in this world was so high that it was comparable to his luck.

A great and kind person who has such a high level of enlightenment at a young age.

The original owner hiding in the dark wished that those guys who admired Song Yuyue would get as far away as possible and never defile Song Yuyue again.

Given the original owner's personality, he believed that such an existence should be high and mighty all his life, standing on the "altar" and being revered by others.

No one has the right to defile her, not even those childhood sweethearts who have been with Song Yuyue and grew up with him.

Song Yuyue shouldn't have human desires.

Even if the original owner was beaten to death, he would never have dared to imagine that such a bright and moon-like existence would appear on the bed.

Qi Heng frowned and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He suddenly couldn't understand what the original owner's "love" for Song Yuyue was.

Even if he picked up something Song Yuyue had thrown away, he would only put it in the cabinet and "worship" it carefully, not even willing to touch it.

Is that really love? Or is it stronger than love, and has become a belief, treating Song Yuyue as a god in his mind?

This is too exaggerated, Qi Heng can't understand...

The wound on his neck felt a slight sting, which startled Qi Heng back to his senses and he gasped!

"hiss…"

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry I used too much force and lost control."

Song Yuyue's tone was apologetic, and the face that made the heaven and earth pale in comparison was more focused and serious than ever before.

Qi Heng's breathing stagnated, his chest was churning, and the original owner's emotions began to torment him again.

He was stiff and dared not move, but stretched out his neck to allow the cotton swab soaked in iodine to wipe it.

Perhaps it was because his skin was sensitive to pain, every time the cotton swab touched the wound, the man's shoulders trembled subconsciously and his protruding Adam's apple rolled.

Song Yuyue's eyes were fixed there, and they darkened slightly. She spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, just continue, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

It clearly hurts.