A villain in love dressed as school grass

Pu Ziwen said he was fine, but actually his foot was hurt a little bit, but it was very slight, and he would be fine if he rested for a few days and didn't exercise.

But when he was about to go out and meet Zhu Bo just now, Pu Ziwen stopped the nurse.

"Nurse sister, do me a favor."

When Pu Ziwen spoke, he deliberately put the ending sound very soft, making people feel too embarrassed to refuse.

What's more, Pu Ziwen's face is not only lethal to high school girls of the same age.

The nurse couldn't bear to refuse, and leaned down to ask him, "Say, help me if you can."

Pu Ziwen rolled his eyes: "After we go out in a while, you tell the classmates who came with me that my situation is not optimistic."

The nurse's eyes were full of confusion, Pu Ziwen continued.

"That's right, my friend got angry with me because I dropped his favorite Sailor Moon figurine two days ago."

"I want to find a chance to get along with him, and then I can apologize."

"The nurse sister is kind and kind, she will help me."

When the nurse heard this, she immediately felt a solemn sense of mission to help others.

"Okay, my sister will help you, and apologize to your friend."

So, when Pu Ziwen was slightly injured and pushed out in a wheelchair, he felt sorry for Sailor Moon's classmate Zhu Bo when he heard such words.

"Your friend's feet are not in good condition now. Get an infusion tonight, and then observe."

"You must accompany him when he is hospitalized. Sometimes our nurses may not arrive in time, and ring the bell if there is a problem."

The nurse left in a hurry after speaking, leaving only the bed number plate behind.

Zhu Bo: "..."

When the eyes of the two met in the air, they were a little embarrassed. Zhu Bo resisted a little and didn't speak immediately.

Pu Ziwen stuffed the number plate into Zhu Bo's hand, and his eyes signaled Zhu Bo to push the wheelchair.

"Please wish classmate Bo."

Pu Ziwen smiled and showed his white teeth, and the nurses who peeked at him from a distance were beating their hearts.

Now that the lads are all so upright, they are still born too early.

Zhu Bo helped Pu Ziwen onto the hospital bed, and threw the quilt on him not very gently. If he accidentally touched his foot, Pu Ziwen yelled immediately.

"Zhu Bo, can't you be a little patient with me? Why are you so irritable, can you have a little warmth from classmates to me?"

Hearing this, Pu Zi asked himself a little hypocritically. In fact, he also knew that Zhu Bo was interesting enough, at least he didn't throw him directly in the hospital.

"You'd better shut up, or I won't have the patience."

Pu Ziwen shut up knowingly, and stared blankly at Zhu Bo with wide open eyes.

Zhu Bo looked away, a little bit unbearable.

Until the nurse came with a cart, Pu Ziwen asked for an infusion because he was hospitalized in bed, and the nurse skillfully prepared the solution.

Zhu Bogang was still staring at the medicine bottle in a daze, but turned his head to see Pu Ziwen's reaction and frowned.

"Nurse sister, why don't we take medicine?" The voice was a little timid.

Pu Ziwen's question stunned the nurse, it wasn't that he just said that he would be hospitalized with an infusion, and that things that can be solved by taking medicine can just go home.

The look in the nurse's eyes told Pu Ziwen, no, I have to cooperate with the performance.

No way, Pu Ziwen stretched out his hand.

Then Zhu Bo looked at Pu Ziwen's trembling hands with well-defined wrist bones.

At his age, he is...afraid of injections.

"I didn't see you scared when you were fighting hard. The infusion needle is so small, how could you be scared?"

Standing by the bed, Zhu Bo couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand.

"Shall I tell you a fairy tale?"

Pu Zi heard that Zhu Bo poked the sore spot directly, and his face was very uncomfortable.

This is simply a psychological shadow of his childhood. At that time, Pu Ziwen was only five or six years old, and his fever came on quickly and urgently.

His parents were not at home, and his nanny came over and found that Pu Ziwen had a fever. The nanny took him directly to a clinic in the community.

The doctor in the clinic was old and dizzy, and the hand that gave the injection was trembling. It took nearly ten more needles to get it right.

This cruel experience made Pu Ziwen afraid of sharp metals until later.

It can be called a shadow of childhood.

"If your hands shake like this again, I'll take you to the neurology department."

Find out which scripture is so scary.

Zhu Bo choked Pu Zi back in his throat when he heard the words of fear, and he let out a long sigh after a while, as if he had made some very important determination.

"Come on! Infusion! If I hide today, I will eat the chair."

Zhu Bo glanced at his chair, "Where should I sit after you eat?"

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo holding back his energy, Zhu Bo still didn't believe it?Today he won't hide.

Pu Ziwen piled his sleeves up to his elbows indifferently, and stretched out his hands as if a strong man was going to die, "Come on!"

Although Pu Ziwen made up his mind not to hide, but the physiological reaction is a very scary thing.

The sound of the nurse tearing off the medical tape can make Pu Ziwen tremble uncontrollably.

The nurse pulled out the protective cover of the needle, allowing the liquid to flow out along the tube, and then the nurse took the cold shiny needle and stretched it towards the back of Pu Ziwen's hand.

Just be patient!Pu Ziwen simply closed his eyes, preparing to meet the cold needles.

Then he realized that he didn't seem to be that scared.

Because...someone pinched his ear.

With a slightly warm temperature, that hand gently pinched his sensitive ear, calming his nervousness.

It's Zhu Bo.

When Pu Ziwen was thinking this way, the nurse had already put the needle on him and put the medical patch on him, and put his hand back on the bed.

Yes.

Pu Ziwen opened his eyes, Zhu Bo had already taken his hands away, and found a suitable place to sit on the escort seat.

As if nothing happened just now.

Pu Ziwen glanced at Zhu Bo a few times, and Zhu Bo was really bored.

"If you look at me again, I will ask the nurse to pierce you a few more times."

The nurse looked at this scene, and was quite convinced of Pu Ziwen's statement that he dropped the figure. The contradiction is really not small.

The nurse persuaded: "Students, when you reach my age, you will know that there is nothing more important than friendship."

"You don't need to have a beautiful girl figure, but if the friendship disappears, it will really be gone."

"Think about it carefully, is this the truth..."

Zhu Bo was confused by what he said, what is the relationship between friendship and beautiful girl figures?

Pu Ziwen was afraid of revealing his secrets, so he quickly stopped the nurse from continuing.

"Thank you sister nurse, I will call you again if I have something to do."

The nurse left, but Zhu Bo had an intuition that the figure of the beautiful girl had something to do with him.

"What do you think I have to do with Sailor Moon?" Zhu Bo asked him.

Pu Ziwen deliberately pretended to be stupid, "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with it."

Anyway he won't say it.

Zhu Bo nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more questions, because his leg was injured because he taught himself to run, and he will find out about it later.

Although Zhu Bo had never done bed companionship, the young couple next to him set an example for him.

Pu Ziwen was about to infuse three bottles of liquid, Zhu Bo replaced it with a new one just before the liquid was about to run out.

Pu Ziwen originally talked to Zhu Bo nonchalantly, but later, perhaps because of the hypnotic ingredient in the medicine, Pu Ziwen's eyelids gradually drooped, and then he fell asleep like that.

Zhu Bo changed his dressing and accidentally touched Pu Ziwen's hand that was slightly cold from the infusion.

Pu Ziwen's hands are particularly well-boned, slender and attractive. If these hands were placed on a gentle person, Zhu Bo thought, they would probably be suitable for playing the piano.

Pu Ziwen, forget it, a fool can only play.

Zhu Bo also didn't understand the appearance of Pianpian Meixiao Grassland described in the original book. Except for the similar face, there seemed to be no other matching points.

Maybe he hasn't read this book well, it's funny enough to slip in somehow, and get entangled with him inexplicably.

However, Pu Ziwen didn't seem to have started cutting black and white, which made Zhu Bo feel a little uncertain.

"Wrong, it's not this tune..."

The sleeping Pu Ziwen suddenly said something in his sleep, but Zhu Bo didn't really listen to it.

Something dropped, what to say.

Pu Ziwen stopped talking, and his breath gradually became longer.

Zhu Bo felt a little dizzy when he saw him sleeping, and he hadn't closed his eyes after a long day of exhaustion, and he felt exhausted all over.

Zhu Bo watched Pu Ziwen finish infusing the last bottle of medicinal liquid, and then called a nurse to carefully pull out the needle before sitting down on the seat.

It was late at night, and the nurse put on the light, accompanied the bed and turned on the tube light on the bed, and the ward gradually became quiet.

Zhu Bo couldn't help being sleepy, so he fell asleep next to Pu Ziwen.

In the early morning of the next day, Pu Ziwen slept well. He seemed to see his favorite piano in his dream. When he came back to his consciousness, he found that it was a dream.

Pu Ziwen smiled lightly and wanted to sit up, but found that his legs seemed to be pinned down.

Pu Ziwen opened his eyes, and saw that Zhu Bo was lying on his lap, sleeping with his arms wrapped around him, with an uncomfortable look on his face.

Pu Ziwen didn't dare to move, the ward was still a little cold in the morning, Pu Ziwen struggled to reach for his coat, and was afraid of disturbing Zhu Bo, so his movements were very weird and twisted.

The young woman sitting next to him reached for the coat and handed it to him.

Pu Ziwen said thank you in a low voice, and when he turned around to cover Zhu Bo with clothes, he found that Zhu Bo had already opened his eyes.

"You're awake." Pu Ziwen was a little embarrassed, "I'm not afraid you'll catch a cold."

"I'm fine." Zhu Bo coughed twice, his voice still a little hoarse, "I'll call the nurse."

"Wait." Pu Ziwen stopped him, "Could you put some food first, I've been hungry all night."

He didn't eat when he got home yesterday, so even if he wanted to do something, he had to fill his stomach first.

"Wait." Zhu Bo was also a little hungry, so he left the ward and went directly to the hospital cafeteria, where he bought two plain porridge breakfasts that were very light but especially suitable for patients.

Pu Ziwen's expression was not very good, and the porridge was tasteless.

"Zhu Bo, take pity on me, can you buy me something with oil, I'm so hungry."

White porridge is not enough at all.

"You, a disabled person, want big fish and meat, and I won't give it." Zhu Bo was also unfeeling, buying plain porridge was quite enough, and he wanted something else.

Why does Pu Ziwen not dream?

"No, can't I just ask for a pancake and fruit? I think it's available at the entrance of the hospital."

Looking out the window, there is indeed an aunt who is making cakes in full swing.

Too greedy, pancake fruit may be the best thing in the world to pay back now.

"No." Zhu Bo refused, "White porridge, do you like it or not."

Pu Ziwen picked up the spoon and lamented that Zhu Bo was not as warm as Ding Weisong said.

When the nurse approached, she happened to overheard this conversation, and Puzi thought about it, so she might as well make Zhu Bo subdue by pretending to be sick.

Pu Ziwen asked the nurse to make up another beautiful and somewhat sad story, but the nurse softened her heart and agreed again.

"...He has nothing to eat and drink in this situation, he should eat and drink..."

Zhu Bo understood, dare to feel that Pu Ziwen was injured and became an ancestor.

"Wait, I'll buy it for you."

Zhu Bo gritted his teeth, and Pu Ziwen sat on the hospital bed seemingly innocently proud.

Tat for tat, wait until Pu Zi smells his leg is healed.

Everything that should be paid back must be paid back.

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: How do you pay it back?where?

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