After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

This person should just talk, why is he getting so close?

Doesn't she want me to get close to her?

Song Qi noticed Su Ping's little movement to resist him, and reached out to grab her without making a sound.

Su Ping was caught red-handed by him, what did he want to do?

The next second, Song Qi exerted a little force towards him, and Su Ping moved towards him uncontrollably.

Seeing that she was about to fall into his arms, Su Ping quickly supported herself between the two of them with both hands.

"Senior, why are you hiding?"

Song Qi looked at the hand against his chest, curled his lips and smiled, like a happy big puppy.

"I'm quite socially anxious, so just say whatever you want to say. Don't get too close."

When Song Qi heard her say that she had social anxiety, he laughed out loud, with an expression of obvious disbelief on his face.

But he loosened his grip on her hand and reached for the book behind her.

"Senior, the test paper you just did was the easiest one."

Su Ping's face felt a little hot, so was his purpose in saying this to make her less proud?

After realizing this, Su Ping glared at him and snatched the book from his hand.

"I know, I know. You are the smartest!"

Looking at her expression of anger at him, Song Qi felt inexplicably happy.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

In the quiet room, the successive ringing of bells seemed a bit abrupt.

Su Ping noticed out of the corner of her eye that Song Qi quickly took out his cell phone, and she tilted her head towards him curiously.

Before she could read the content clearly, she saw Song Qi's happy face suddenly fall. Su Ping was so scared that she quickly turned her head away.

His face was so dark, as if someone owed him money. She should just read the book and not offend him.

After Song Qi typed a line of words in reply, he propped up his head in annoyance, his eyes starting to move slowly with the seconds on the table.

After a while, my mind started to go blank.

The message just now was sent by my sister, saying that she had applied for an opportunity to go to the neighboring city for training in the next two days, and asked me to lock the door and not wait for her.

Song Qi knew very well whether it was for the training or he simply wanted to avoid the matter concerning Xu Yichen.

These two days, my sister has been going out early and coming back late. She looks very tired when she comes back very late. She goes back to her room to rest without even eating a few bites of food.

She didn't even open the door when he knocked, saying she was going to sleep.

He knew that his sister seemed to have let go of everything about Xu Yichen that night, as if she had returned to the time before she knew him.

But he could see that his sister was now numbing herself by keeping herself busy so that she would have no time to think about Xu Yichen and no time to be sad.

"Click——"

Su Ping, who was reading a book, heard the noise and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

When she saw Song Qi break the pencil in his hand, her scalp went numb.

Does this pencil have a grudge against him? How much force did it take to break it?

Then, bright red blood oozed out from the palm of his hand.

Song Qi seemed to feel no pain and continued to stare at the clock on the table in a daze.

This guy is really ruthless.

Although Su Ping didn't want to bother with him, seeing that the blood in his palm was about to flow onto the table, she sighed, quickly got up, opened the door and went downstairs.

Aunt Mei just came out of the laundry room and saw Su Ping running out of the room in a panic, and asked hurriedly.

"Miss, what happened?"

Hearing Aunt Mei's voice, Su Ping hurried over and spoke straight to the point.

"Aunt Mei, do you have a medicine kit at home? He's bleeding."

This was originally a very normal sentence, but it had another meaning when it sounded to Aunt Mei.

Recalling what she had just seen, Aunt Mei coughed twice.

"Miss, is it serious? The bleeding from that place can't be stopped by an ordinary medicine kit. Why don't we go to the hospital..."

It's just a punctured palm, why go to the hospital?

Su Ping replied subconsciously: "No need, just bandage it casually. He is a man, how can he be so delicate."

Aunt Mei was stunned on the spot. Are young people nowadays so good at playing?

Thinking that Su Ping might not want the matter to become a big deal and be known by the Xu family, especially Xu Yichen, Aunt Mei suddenly realized.

Although she didn't understand, she expressed respect.

Aunt Mei quickly fetched the medicine box and handed it to Su Ping: "Miss, go and bandage the tutor. If he bleeds too much, we'll have to go to the hospital..."

What to give her?

Su Ping had never treated other people's wounds before, so she subconsciously said, "Aunt Mei, I don't know how. How about you go and I'll help you pass things over."

Unexpectedly, Aunt Mei refused outright and stuffed the medicine box into her hands without saying a word.

Then he said with a somewhat unnatural look: "Miss, you should go by yourself. I, I am not suitable, and I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I will go down first."

After saying that, he turned around and ran downstairs without waiting for Su Ping to speak.

The speed was so fast that it seemed as if Su Ping would catch her if she was a second slower.

Su Ping stood there in a daze, looking at the medicine box in his hand, and blinked.

She didn't understand. It was just bandaging her hand. What was wrong with that?

Thinking of Song Qi's wound, she turned around and went back to the room.

I found that Song Qi still maintained the same posture, and even held the bloody pencil in his hand a little tighter.

It seemed that only in this way would he feel a little more comfortable.

What kind of weirdo is this person? Doesn’t he feel pain?

Seeing that the blood was about to flow down his palm, Su Ping hurried over and took the pencil from his hand.

Looking at his bloody fingers, Su Ping wiped the blood on Song Qi's sleeve with some disgust.

Only after the pencil left his palm did Song Qi seem to wake up from a dream and look at his palm in a daze.

Seeing Su Ping holding a cotton ball with tweezers and approaching him, he subconsciously frowned and wanted to close his palm.

"what are you doing!"

Su Ping was treated harshly for no reason despite her good intentions, and her rebellious nature came out. She grabbed his wrist directly and forcefully.

"What's with your attitude and tone? I didn't make you like this. I'm glad I bandaged you up, but you're still picking on me?"

Accustomed to Su Ping's previous attitude, this was the first time he heard her speak to him like this. Song Qi was stunned for two seconds.

In the end, he stopped struggling and obediently placed his palms on the table, allowing her to disinfect them.

Because of his lack of skill, the tweezers in Su Ping's hand scratched the injured area of Song Qi several times.

It made him gasp.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

How could someone be so clumsy? He even suspected she had some personal feelings involved.

Su Ping didn't even raise his head. He quickly wiped the blood off his hand with iodine and disinfected it. The wound was then exposed.