The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

"Hey? Brother Ji, does your arm still hurt?"

During the dinner, Xu Wang made such a sudden remark.

Like a conditioned reflex, everyone's eyes fell on Ji Yu's right arm.

Ji Ju was wearing long sleeves, and they couldn't see Ji Ju's arms.

It's not too cold outside now, but the temperature will drop at night, so most of the students come out to eat with their coats on.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt a long time ago." Ji Yu replied.

"Really?"

Xu Wang obviously didn't believe it.

"real."

"OK then."

Sure enough, Xu Wang stopped asking, and Ji Ju didn't continue talking.

But in a corner they couldn't see, Ji Ju pinched his right arm with his left hand, and he frowned slightly.

Sang Jingming, who was beside him, had been observing Ji Ju secretly, and noticed his small movements. Just when he turned his head, he saw Ji Ju was pinching his arm, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

There was a trace of chagrin and displeasure in the dark eyes, but it was fleeting.

When the evening self-study ended, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Ji Ju and Sang Jingming went back to the dormitory one after the other.

Putting the small bag in his hand on the table, Sang Jingming sat on the chair and beckoned to Ji Yu, "Come here."

"What?"

Ji Jie was taking off his clothes, he paused when he heard this, and asked.

Pointing to the small bag on the table, Sang Jingming said bluntly, "Apply the medicine."

"Hey, I've been fine for a long time."

Waving his hands nonchalantly, Ji Yu said with a relaxed face.

Taking a heavy look at him, Sang Jingming stopped talking nonsense, and directly stretched out his hand to pull Ji Yu over.

"Hey hey hey-"

"Hey, take it easy!"

"you--"

Several voices sounded one after another.

Ji Jue was staggered by Sang Jingming and almost fell into Sang Jingming's arms!

Now, Ji Jue is supporting the edge of the desk behind Sang Jingming with one hand, and Sang Jingming is holding the other hand in his hand, as if they are...

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Ji Yu felt goosebumps all over his body.

What the hell thought! ?

It's really scary!

He lowered his head to see Sang Jingming's reaction, only to see that the other party also happened to look up at him.

The eyes of the two sides met in the air, and each other was taken aback.

Sang Jingming is good-looking, and was secretly called the school girl by the school girls.

His facial features are handsome, and his thin lips are tightly pressed when he is not speaking, giving people the illusion of indifference and seriousness.His eyes are as sharp as scimitars, and when those dark eyes stare at you, they seem to be able to suck people in.

But now, these eyes are not as sharp as before, only focused, bright like stars.

Breathing stagnantly, Ji Yu awkwardly looked away.

"Speak as you speak, why arrest me..."

Holding Sang Jingming's shoulder with one hand, Ji Ju stood up slowly.

His other hand was still held by Sang Jingming.

Ji Ju wanted to pull out his hand, but he didn't.

"You, what are you doing?"

Sang Jingming didn't reply, his eyes fell on Ji Ju's purple arm.

A hint of distress flashed across the black eyes inadvertently, and his throat moved. It took a long time for Sang Jingming to find his own voice: "Didn't you say it's all right? What is this now?"

The lies he had told were exposed on the spot, and Ji Yu moved uncomfortably, but did not speak.

Sang Jingming stood up and pushed him down on the stool.

Then find the medicine from a small plastic bag, and apply it evenly on Ji Ju's arm.

"pain!"

As soon as he touched Ji Yu's arm, he couldn't help shouting.

"Be patient."

Leaving this sentence lightly, Sang Jingming continued to "do evil" on Ji Yu's arm.

He held Ji Yu's hand with one hand, and kept rubbing his bruised place with the other.

Ji Ju bared his teeth in pain, tears were about to come out.

"It hurts—"

"Take it easy, take it easy!"

"Huhu, slow down... Take it easy!"

Ji Ju yelled pain in his mouth, and his body was not idle, his right hand kept pulling out.

But Sang Jingming's big hands clamped him like iron tongs, preventing him from moving.

After applying medicine on his arm again, Sang Jingming wanted to rub it again with his big hands.

Ji Ju flicked his arm, not letting him rub it.

Now, Sang Jingming was finally willing to look at him.

Ji Ju seized the opportunity and immediately said, "Can you be gentle?"

The person in front of him was indeed in pain, his eyes were red, his mouth was slightly open and he was gasping for breath, his eyes were full of tears, as if he couldn't get rid of them.

Sang Jingming's breathing froze, and he looked away almost in embarrassment.

Forcing himself to focus on Ji Ji's arm, he blamed: "Now I know it hurts? Why didn't I expect it to hurt when I caught the ball?"

"This is also an unexpected incident." Ji Yu explained in a rambling manner, "And didn't you see that the girls in the auditorium were all scared to death? What if they hit them?"

Sang Jingming's face was grim, he didn't smile at all, apart from reproach, there was also... a hint of concern that was hard to detect in his tone.

But these, Ji Ji couldn't hear it.

Sang Jingming wouldn't let him feel it either.

"..." Sang Jingming said in a low voice, "You are always like this."

"What?" Ji Yu didn't hear clearly.

"fine."

"……Fine."

Because of Ji Ju's mother, Ji Ju was born with a very high respect and concern for women, even...

Thinking of this, Sang Jingming seemed to have a cloud of bad breath in his chest.

Can't go up, can't come down.

After taking a few deep breaths, Sang Jingming said with a normal expression, "Continue to apply the medicine tomorrow morning, and don't touch the water in the bath tonight."

"Oh--"

"Hiss... Take it easy!"

Sang Jingming continued to apply medicine to Ji Yu, but he suddenly realized something...

He was going to teach Ji Yu a lesson so that he would not be so impulsive in the future.

But when he saw the injury on Ji Ju's arm, he forgot everything!

He secretly scolded himself a few words in his heart.

Sang Jingming finally decided to teach Ji Ju a lesson.

"At the hot pot restaurant this afternoon, didn't you tell Xu Wang that it didn't hurt? Don't shout it hurts in front of me now." Sang Jingming's voice was flat, unable to distinguish emotions.

Speaking of this, Ji Ju turned his eyes away.

Scratching his nose, he said with a little guilt: "Can it be the same?"

"What's the difference?"

"I don't... I don't want Xu Wang to worry..."

"Then you worry me?"

Sang Jingming raised his pretty eyebrows slightly, questioning.

"This……"

Ji Yu couldn't answer.

Sang Jingming felt a little funny, lowered his voice, and slowly approached Ji Yu: "Tell me, what's the difference between me and them?"

Blinking, Ji Ju muttered in a low voice: "It's not the same..."

"What's different?" He moved forward again.

"Oh!" Ji Ju stretched out his hand and pushed Sang Jingming, and said in a self-defeating manner, "How would I know!? I never thought about it! I won't tell you anymore, go take a shower! Hmph!"

The fried Ji Yu threw Sang Jingming away, and ran into the bathroom as if fleeing.

After a while, the sound of water came from inside.

Sang Jingming smiled, obviously in a good mood.

He stood at the door of the bathroom and said to Ji Yu inside: "You just said that I am different from others, can I understand that I am special in your heart?"

Standing inside, Ji Jie became angry when he heard Sang Jingming's slightly smug tone.

Pulling open the door violently, he stretched out his neck and yelled at Sang Jingming: "Bah! What a fart! Don't put gold on your face! Let me tell you, since I was a child, the person I most want to fuck is you!!!"

Before Sang Jingming could speak, Ji Ju slammed the door shut with a bang.

Sang Jingming sat on the chair and smiled leisurely.

"Fuck me? Good idea."

"It's not certain who will overthrow who."

After sitting outside for a few minutes, Sang Jingming slowly got up.

Walking to the bathroom, he said slowly, "If you are angry, be angry, but be careful. Don't get your arms wet. If you can't do it yourself, I can go in and help you."

In the next second, Ji Yu's exasperated voice came from inside: "I don't need you!"

With a smile on his lips, Sang Jingming stopped talking.

The next second, someone knocked on the bedroom door from outside.

Sang Jingming walked over to open the door, just as the door opened, I saw Xu Wang standing at the door, holding a box of self-healing pots in his hand...

Squinting his eyes slightly, Sang Jingming was a little annoyed.