Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

If Tong Huaimu was like Si Yanchen...

She shuddered.

Taotie: If the baby teaches him patiently, he will not become bad.

This sentence further confirmed what Jian Yan was thinking, and he felt a little chilly.

"Will he kill someone?"

Taotie:*******

Taotie: It’s censored. It involves the plot and cannot be posted. (Sigh)

Jane hates silence.

She leaned back in her chair and pinched her brows. "It's too difficult for me to find the truth by myself. It's hard to make Tong Huaimu believe me now, let alone let him tell me everything."

"It's hard to approach a normal kid of his age, let alone someone like him who is so defensive."

System: "Don't worry, host. Once the system detects that you are approaching a major event, it will trigger the audience seat mission. You can obtain part of the plot by completing the mission."

It's as if I didn't say anything.

Jian Yan sighed, "Okay, then you have to tell me when the original Tong Huaimu started to go astray, so that I can be mentally prepared."

After a while, the system's mechanical voice sounded: "If you want an exact time when he turned evil, it was in the second year of high school."

"But the male protagonist has been fighting for a long time, which goes against core values ​​and is wrong. His character has been established since junior high school."

She heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Things like fighting can be controlled for the time being... There is still more than half a year before his second year of high school."

Her mood eased a little and she finished grading the papers.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I turned off the lights, so I went to bed late.

A week later.

Jian Yan tutors Tong Huaimu in physics every night, and he cooperates very well.

Everything is going in a good direction.

She thought that as long as she and Tong Ruixiao gave Tong Huaimu more instructions, Tong Huaimu would not go out to fight again. But the fact was that she thought too simply.

She and Tong Huaimu agreed to take a rest on Saturday and Sunday nights every week and not to make up lessons, but she didn't expect that he would take advantage of the opportunity to go out and make trouble.

She came out of the small garden just in time to see the boy park his sports car in the garage and come back covered in wounds.

"How did you get so wounded?"

"fight."

Tong Huaimu didn't wear a coat, just a short-sleeved shirt and shorts in the cold weather. As soon as he came back, he took out ice water from the refrigerator and gulped it down.

After quenching his thirst, he sat down on the sofa with a relaxed look, but let out a "hiss" sound because of the wound on his upper arm.

Jian Yan saw that his face and arms were covered with scratches, probably because he had rubbed them carelessly with his hands. The blood had spread and solidified. The wound on his knee was even covered with blood scabs. The wounds were big and small, like bloody wounds scattered on the white dough. He looked very miserable.

But the boy didn't look depressed at all, instead he looked very cheerful.

She was shocked by his shamelessness and exclaimed, "You're fighting for your own good?"

"hold head high."

"Then you deserve the pain."

Although he said this, Jian Yan still took out the medicine box he had prepared earlier.

Tong Huaimu looked at her back, the shadow under his eyelashes covering his pupils, making him look a little depressed.

When Jian Yan dragged out the medicine box, he heard the system in the live broadcast room say:

System: "Ding! Taishang Laojun offers a bounty mission. The reward is a [Resurrection Pill]. Do you choose truth or dare?"

She was stunned for a moment. Now that the boy was not so averse to her, maybe she could try a big adventure.

Most of the time, she is a risk-taker.

That's why he would find opportunities to test Tong Ruixiao and get close to Tong Huaimu at various times.

"Let's take a big risk."

Taishang Laojun: The host completes the task of healing the male protagonist within one hour.

Jane Yan smiled, this task coincided with her idea.

I seriously suspect that Taishang Laojun is giving her special treatment.

Tong Huaimu saw the woman coming over with a medicine box, and he was very repulsive, and his legs turned to the other side: "What are you going to do?"

"Let me treat your wound." She opened the medicine box, sat next to him, and said helplessly while holding the iodine.

He refused awkwardly, "No."

"Look at your knees and arms. If you don't treat them, they'll get infected."

"That doesn't require you..."

Jian Yan hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll wipe your face first, and you do the rest yourself?"

He couldn't heal the wound on his face himself.

"……it is good."

He nodded awkwardly, looking reluctant.

When the cool iodine touched his cheek, the other party's gentle movements made Tong Huaimu's breathing tighten. It didn't hurt, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even breathe.

My heart is wrapped in a warmth, an indescribable feeling.

He had never been treated so cautiously before.

"Does it hurt?"

"Do not."

He answered, looking down, but saw the pity and distress on the other person's face.

I couldn't help but be dazed for a moment.

Recalling a thought that often lingered in my mind in the past few years:

When their children are injured, their mothers should treat their wounds as soon as possible, right? What does that look like?

Why didn't my mother heal me?

Is it because she doesn't care about me? She hates me so much!

Even if I died in front of her, she would just look at me with disgust, leave me with a ferocious look and then leave indifferently.

Mother……

These two words suddenly exploded in my heart like thunder.

He suddenly came back to his senses from his fantasy, blinked rapidly, looked into the distance, and tried to calm himself down.

How can it be!

Tong Huaimu, you are really crazy. You actually have such a daydream!

Even your mother hates you, but you still expect a stepmother...she will love you?

"All right."

Jian Yan wiped the wound on his right cheekbone and put on a cute band-aid with clouds on it. After putting it on, she looked at it for a while, smiled with satisfaction and nodded, "Very cute."

"What did you do?"

The boy saw her smile and became flustered.

I subconsciously touched the band-aid on my face, but she stopped me, "Don't take it off, go back and look in the mirror."

Tong Huaimu: "..."

It's definitely not a good thing.

Then Jian Yan gave him the cotton ball and he treated the other injuries himself.

When treating a deep abrasion on the calf, I first wiped off the dirt on the surface and picked out the stone embedded in the flesh. I was careless and used too much force, and I immediately gasped and held the tweezers for a while before I felt better.

Jian Yan couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the tweezers, threw away the iodine cotton ball, and used a new one to wipe the blood that was overflowing.

He really doesn't know how to treat wounds.

While processing, he asked, "Why do you always fight?"

"accurate."

"How about a little more detail?"

"The venue was occupied by someone. I told him once but he didn't stop, so I fought back. How much more details do you need?"

Her tone was calm, "Is this the only way?"

"I always say it only once. I'm too lazy to say it a second time. If they don't listen, I'll beat them. Those people are very obedient after being beaten down."

The boy's tone was extremely arrogant.