Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Wang Xuesheng glanced at the red corners of the boy's eyes, turned his head, and shot him a cold look.

"Brother Sheng, I, I was just joking with him! I didn't use any strength..." Song Xulin also knew that he was in trouble and hurried to explain.

Wang Xuesheng stared at Song Xulin, subconsciously feeling overwhelmed, "No strength? Without strength, he could have been pushed to the ground by you!"

Song Xulin was also a little confused, but faced with this situation, he couldn't find any way to prove himself, so he could only lower his head and mutter.

"Maybe he fell on purpose."

"What did you say?" Wang Xuesheng almost laughed out loud when he heard the man mutter. "Did he fall on purpose? And then he put the blame on you? Why?"

"...want to get my attention." Song Xulin said seriously.

When the whole class heard his answer, they immediately burst into laughter.

Even Gong Huasui couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

The only two people in the class who remained serious were the head teacher and Chi Qinghe.

The head teacher was so angry that his face turned sour, while Chi Qinghe lowered his eyes and stared at the injuries on Gong Huasui's palms, arms and joints, expressing his concern.

"What are you arguing about! What's so funny?" the head teacher turned around and shouted.

The class suddenly fell silent. Even if the students wanted to laugh, they had to hold it back, their shoulders shaking.

He rubbed his brows, a hint of fatigue appearing in his tone, "Chi Qinghe, take him to the infirmary to treat his wounds. If it's serious, ask the school doctor to call me."

"understood."

Chi Qinghe observed the postures of the two people, raised his left arm, supported Gong Huasui's waist, and lowered his head so that the other person's arm could be supported on his shoulders.

Only speak after you are sure you have fixed the person.

"Your knee might be a little bruised too. If it hurts, just lean on me. Don't worry about me not being able to hold you up."

Gong Huasui lowered his eyelids to hide the flickering light in his eyes, and after a moment he raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a weak smile.

"Well, then I'll leave it to you... deskmate."

"Let's go, be careful."

The corridors in the teaching building use different lights from the hallways.

The lights in the corridor are all controlled by switches on the wall, while the lights in the stairwell are voice-controlled.

The light will only turn on when it senses sound.

Chi Qinghe went down a staircase first, and the light that sensed the footsteps lit up.

Chi Qinghe turned sideways with his chin slightly raised.

At this moment, the red lips seemed like vermilion prints on snow-white rice paper, and the eyes, like ink and color paintings, were illuminated by the light, making the outer circle of gold appear particularly obvious and breathtaking.

He had a good appearance to begin with, and when he stood on the next step, looking up at people, Gong Huasui felt a surge of unease in his heart, and he unconsciously avoided their gaze.

Seeing that the person was standing still, Chi Qinghe understood that the other person's legs were in so much pain that he couldn't walk, so he pulled his arm without hesitation.

When Gong Huasui came to his senses, Chi Qinghe had already started asking him to lift his legs up and was preparing to carry him to the school infirmary.

"I can walk by myself." Gong Huasui said awkwardly.

Chi Qinghe assured, "Don't worry, I'm strong and won't let you fall. And didn't you just say that your legs are a little numb? Come on up."

Gong Huasui lowered his eyelids, and his sight was focused on the boy's thin shoulders.

The school uniform was made of loose material, and when he bent over, the uniform would stick to his back, making his spine look even thinner.

It turned out that he was telling the truth and his family was really poor.

But Qinghe, isn’t his last name Chi...