Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

At first, He Yanyang was indeed angry at Lin Xi for turning his elbow outward, but as he walked, his mind couldn't help but emerge the image of Lin Xi standing in front of him without hesitation.

She was so thin, but she dared to stand in front of him like a kitten protecting her cubs. When he thought of this, most of his anger dissipated.

But a boy of sixteen or seventeen is at the age when he cares most about his reputation. Lin Xi had just been so mean to him in front of outsiders. If he just forgave her, wouldn't it seem that he was too easy to talk to?

As He Yanyang was thinking this in his mind, his pace unconsciously slowed down. He lowered his head, pretending to concentrate on walking, but his ears were perked up, listening carefully to the movements behind him.

He counted silently in his heart: one, two, three... If Lin Xi could hold on for another ten seconds, he would stop and listen to what she had to say. Anyway, it wouldn't be impossible to give her a way out.

But just when he was wondering why the man's footsteps were getting farther and farther away, he suddenly heard Lin Xi's painful groan behind him, and then there was no movement.

It won’t fall, right?

Thinking of this, He Yanyang suddenly stopped and turned to look.

I saw Lin Xi squatting on the ground beside the flower bed not far away, curled up into a small ball, covering her stomach and burying her head in her chest, looking like she was in extreme pain.

Is this a side effect?

Unlike herself who could run dozens of kilometers a day without feeling tired, Lin Xi had always been a person who would gasp for air after running two steps. She had just walked too fast and she had chased her too hard, so she must have gotten a stitch in the side again.

Realizing this possibility, He Yanyang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He no longer cared about his face and ran quickly to Lin Xi's side in two steps.

"What's wrong? Don't be afraid. Come, follow me and adjust your breathing."

He Yanyang half-knelt beside Lin Xi, holding her arm with one hand and trying to lift her face with the other to check the situation.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Lin Xi, who had originally lowered her head, suddenly raised her head, with a triumphant smile on her rosy face.

"Humph! Why don't you run away?"

The moment he saw the smile on her face, He Yanyang realized that he had been fooled. He couldn't help but feel angry and amused. He glared at Lin Xi, stretched out his hand and lifted her up from the ground.

"It's an old trick, but you're not tired of it."

"Who cares if it's old or not, as long as it works." Lin Xi snorted and raised her chin proudly.

"Oh, you just fooled me, just pretending."

He Yanyang curled his lips, bent his knuckles and knocked her on the forehead, causing Lin Xi to grimace and make a face at him.

"Okay, go back to the classroom if you have nothing else to do."

He Yanyang shook her hands, as if she remembered what she had just said in front of Chai Jing, and added something sourly.

"My dear policeman, don't learn to skip classes like a bad student like me."

"Are you still angry?"

Lin Xi raised her head to look at his face. He Yanyang snorted and turned his head to one side. Lin Xi then stood on tiptoe and moved her head to the other side. He Yanyang turned his head again, and Lin Xi changed direction again.

After several rounds, He Yanyang was finally the first to lose. He couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to pull her head back.

"Okay, stop it, I'm not angry... Well, I was a little angry just now, but it's okay now, go back."

"I'm sorry." Seeing his attitude soften, Lin Xi apologized sincerely, but seeing that He Yanyang's mouth was about to curl up, she added, "I shouldn't have said that to you just now, but can you please stop playing with those people?"