Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

At night, on the boulevard leading from the teaching building to the school clinic.

A slightly taller boy seemed to have broken his leg. He walked with a limp and fell into the arms of the boy next to him from time to time.

Chi Qinghe's tone sounded a little helpless.

"Weren't you reciting it just now? Why are you suddenly making a fuss about getting off?"

"I'm much better now and can walk."

Chi Qinghe said nothing, but used more force to hold Gong Huasui's waist tighter to prevent him from suffering secondary injuries due to his negligence.

This time point just happened to coincide with the end of the second evening self-study get out of class.

Most students will feel hungry at this time and rush to the supermarket the moment the bell rings.

There were also a few people strolling leisurely, and the majority of them were young couples.

The young couple passing by were flirting with each other, but they didn't forget to glance at them casually.

After all, it is very rare to see two boys hugging each other, and coupled with their good looks, no less than ten deliberately suppressed screams and discussions were heard along the way.

"Are they laughing at me? Why do they look so excited?" Gong Huasui looked confused.

The warm breath, with the pleasant smell of lemon leaves and lavender, sprayed evenly on Chi Qinghe's earlobes and neck with his breathing.

Chi Qinghe was not used to someone being so close to him, but he had no way to retreat and could only keep a stiff face.

I wanted to reply, "You're overthinking it," but then I remembered that the person next to me was sensitive and prone to overthinking, so I softened my tone.

"I'm not laughing at you." He paused, then added, "Really."

At this time, a girl not far ahead spoke louder, and Gong Huasui heard a few words.

Suddenly, he nervously touched his face, "She said there's a wound on my face, please help me see, where is it?!"

Chi Qinghe glanced around perfunctorily, "She lied to you."

"Really? You didn't lie to me?"

"Really, I didn't lie to you." Chi Qinghe replied patiently.

Gong Huasui seemed to treasure his face very much. Even though Chi Qinghe had made promises no less than three times along the way, he would still touch his face from time to time, and his mood became increasingly depressed.

He used to be able to talk ten sentences with every step he took, chattering like a bird, but now he was almost at the school clinic, feeling dejected and wishing to use sighs as a way of communicating.

While the school doctor was examining Gong Huasui, Chi Qinghe lifted the curtain and went out for a while.

When I came back, Gong Huasui had taken off his school uniform jacket and was sitting on the hospital bed wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt from the affiliated middle school.

Perhaps it was because of the special lighting in the school clinic, or because the reddish-brown iodine on the boy's wound was particularly dark, but Gong Huasui's skin looked unusually cold and white.

Like bone china buried deep in an underground palace, it is more beautiful than frost and snow, more beautiful than jade...

Gong Huasui had already treated the wound on his upper body and was now rolling up his school pants, allowing the school doctor to disinfect his wound with an iodine cotton swab.

Chi Qinghe's gaze lingered on Gong Huansui's calf for a while, and somehow he asked this question.

"Doctor, will these wounds leave scars?"

The school doctor froze, then turned to look at Chi Qinghe with a strange look in his eyes. If you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of disdain.

"It's just a broken skin with a few drops of blood. It's not like a car accident or surgery. It's not serious and will be healed in a day or two. If you're really worried, just eat light food and avoid eating raw, cold, or irritating foods."

Chi Qinghe took note and said, "I understand."

The school doctor treated the last of the wound and stood up from the chair with the tray. "Go back. Try not to touch water until your wound is healed."

After that, he took out a small bottle of iodine and a cotton swab from the cabinet and handed them to Chi Qinghe, "Once a day."

Chi Qinghe thanked him and helped the staggering Gong Huasui away.

When the school doctor saw them walking away, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"What's wrong with little boys these days? Every one of them asks if they'll get scars."

……

"This is the only one we have in the supermarket. Just bear with it. Your face will be fine." Chi Qinghe took out a small palm-sized mirror from his pocket and handed it to Gong Huasui.

Gong Huansui's gaze was not on the mirror. His deep brown pupils were filled with the boy's cleanly trimmed nails and round, white fingertips under the bright yellow street lights.

"...I know." Gong Huasui raised the corner of his lips into a faint smile, "The doctor didn't poke the cotton swab in my face."

So my face is not hurt, and I will be in the dormitory soon. There will be a bigger and brighter mirror in the dormitory, so there is no need to run to the supermarket to buy this little thing for me.

Of course, he didn't say these words out loud.

But Qinghe is so smart, he must have thought of it.