please let go

Jiang Chen sat on the hospital bed and took off his shoes and socks.The doctor looked at the red and swollen instep, "Oh! It's so swollen, what's the matter?"

"I was hit by the table, and then I couldn't stand firmly and was pressed on the table..." He Chuan explained.

Jiang Chen looked at the instep of a fat man who was swollen like a few hundred catties, with a look of disgust: "It's so ugly."

"It's okay. It's not a big deal if you don't have a broken bone. First use ice to reduce the swelling, and then apply a hot towel tomorrow, and I'll prescribe you some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine." The doctor brought a bag of ice to He Chuan and asked him to apply it. On Jiang Chen's instep.

"Is there still ice in the infirmary?" Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the small freezer in the corner.

"Some medicines must be refrigerated! Like probiotics, they must be kept active at low temperature." The doctor turned around and took out a white bottle from the cabinet. "Go back and spray this Yunnan Baiyao spray on your feet."

He Chuan knelt on the ground alone, put Jiang Chen's feet on his knees, and gently applied an ice pack to the back of his feet, "It's a good thing I don't have any books in my desk, so the pressure won't be even heavier."

"Hiss—" Jiang Chen was so cold that he wanted to move back an inch, but He Chuan grabbed his ankle and couldn't move.

"do not move."

He Chuan took the bag away when the ice was almost melted, and Jiang Chen's feet were so cold that he lost consciousness.

"I'll carry you back to the bedroom."

Jiang Chen wanted to put on the socks again, but was stopped by He Chuan: "It's swollen like that, don't put it on."

He stuffed the sock into the shoe, hooked the shoelace with his right hand and lifted it up, and then hugged He Chuan's neck again, sticking it to his solid back.

After a few steps out of the infirmary, He Chuan tilted his head and said sullenly, "Jiang Chen, take your shoes away and it stinks to death."

Only then did Jiang Chen notice that he kept pointing the heel of his shoe at He Chuan's. He put his right arm down with a smile, and wrapped his left arm around his neck to grab He Chuan's right shoulder with his backhand to prevent himself from falling. Fragrant?"

When the two went back to bed just in time for the end of get out of class, many students poured out of the teaching building and cast curious eyes.

The passing girl covered her mouth and said to her companion, "Is Jiang Chen on He Chuan's back?"

"probably?"

"What happened to his feet?"

There are also boys who raised their chins here and signaled to their friends, "Hey, just those two handsome guys, XX likes it very much."

Jiang Chen lay on He Chuan's back and muttered in a low voice, "It's really annoying."

Walking to the fourth floor of the dormitory, the aunt also noticed Jiang Chen's feet, "How did you get this? I have ointment to reduce swelling."

"Thank you, auntie, we went to the infirmary to get the medicine." He Chuan carried Jiang Chen into the dormitory and put him on the bed, and said, "Sit still, I'll pour water for you to wash your feet, and then spray the medicine."

Jiang Chen was sitting by the bed, watching He Chuan fetching water from a basin.

"Jiang Chen, how are your feet?" Before the door of the dormitory could be closed, Shen Chong came in and saw Jiang Chen's instep was swollen, "Wow! Can you walk?"

Jiang Chen was very calm, "Maybe it will be fine after a night of sleep."

"Why did you two start fighting? You don't even know. Everyone was discussing this after you left, and you were even scolded by the leaders who passed by the classroom."

"There was no fight, I went to him to get the book, and then...he accidentally poked my eye, I fell back and knocked down the table."

"Then why is he grabbing your collar?"

"...Uh...he might want to pull me..."

"I thought the relationship between you two had deteriorated again." Shen Chong nodded, obviously believing Jiang Chen's words.

"If you don't look up and see you when you look down, where can you go?"

The sound of water flowing on the balcony stopped, He Chuan walked in, put the basin in his hand by Jiang Chen's feet, and went to untie the shoelace of his other foot.

Jiang Chen was a little unaccustomed to being waited upon like this, so he shrank his feet, bent down and pressed He Chuan's arm: "I will do it myself."

"Sit down." He Chuan didn't intend to discuss at all, and directly pulled the tied bow, grabbed the heel of the shoe and pulled it down, and took off the shoe.

With all the shoes off, Jiang Chen obediently did not move, allowing He Chuan to take off his socks and gently put his feet into the basin.

"Cold?" Jiang Chen raised his feet as soon as they touched the water.

"The doctor said don't touch the hot one first, let the swelling go down first."

"Then sleep later and your feet will be cold!"

The school’s water pipes are exposed to the scorching sun in summer, and it’s impossible to take a cold shower at noon. In winter, the water is even colder, and every time I wash clothes, my hands will be black and stiff.

Although sometimes the clothes are not washed by his own hands——

"It won't be cold." He Chuan slowly put his heels into the cold water with his palms.

Every winter, Jiang Chen's feet are not warm when he enters the bed, and his feet will be cold all night, but the situation is special, he can only sigh and endure.

He Chuan focused on pouring water on Jiang Chen's feet, "Will it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..."

Gently rubbing the smooth and tender skin with his hands, and accidentally brushing the soles of his feet with his fingertips, Jiang Chen shrank his feet in a tickle, and the movement was a bit large, and the splash of water splashed on the pants of the two of them.

"itch…"

"Ah."

Shen Chong stood on the spot and looked at the two people interacting, his eyes almost doubled in size, "I'm stupid, I'm stupid—"

This kind of scene made him look superfluous, no matter how you looked at him, he looked like a big light bulb... So Shen Chong quietly exited the dormitory.

After washing, He Chuan went to dry himself with a towel, and sprayed the swollen skin with his feet.

Jiang Chen: "I want to go to the toilet..."

"I'll help you go."

When he reached the toilet door, He Chuan still didn't let him go.

Jiang Chen tilted his head, "Huh?"

"It's not that I haven't seen it."

"..."

"The floor of the toilet is too slippery, I'm afraid you will fall."

Jiang Chen couldn't resist him, agreed to squeeze into the toilet together, and went to untie his belt, "It's just swollen feet, it's as if you can't take care of yourself because of you."

How can there be such a——

His ears were burning hot, the key was that He Chuan supported his waist to prevent him from falling.

"Are you shy?" He Chuan's eyes first fell on the place where the water came out, and then he looked at Jiang Chen whose face was flushed pink, "Our little Jiang Chen is also pretty~"

"He, Chuan!!"

After leaving the bathroom door, He Chuan hugged him all the time, using the excuse of "protecting safety", even after washing.

It's hard not to think a lot about this guy's taking advantage of--

Tonight, Jiang Chen could only review in bed. He took out the outline compiled by his history teacher and began to memorize.

People tend to get sleepy while lying down, and when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, He Chuan snatched the outline materials, spread another layer of quilt on top of the blue plaid quilt, opened a corner and sneaked in.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen was so sleepy that he only raised his eyelids a little and then closed them again.

"I'm afraid you'll be cold." He Chuan squeezed into his arms, touching the soles of Jiang Chen's feet with the back of his feet.

Jiang Chen was afraid of freezing He Chuan, so he didn't dare to touch his warm skin completely, but he yearned for warmth and instinctively wanted to get closer.

"Come closer," He Chuan took the initiative to post again, "It won't be cold."

It's true...it's not cold anymore...

The next day, Jiang Chen's feet didn't hurt as much as they did at first, but he still couldn't do strenuous exercise, and he felt a bit of a blessing in disguise when he ate the meal He Chuan brought, "Fortunately, it's a weekend off, so I don't have to go to class or run.

"Did you spray the medicine in the morning?" He Chuan went outside to get a cup of hot water and handed it to him.

"No……"

With He Chuan's supervision, the anti-inflammatory and anti-swelling oral medicines and Yunnan Baiyao's spray did not fall. By the time he went to school on Monday, Jiang Chen's feet had no major problems.

"How are your feet?" Bai Heyi bumped into Jiang Chen in the corridor and looked down at his feet.

"It's almost there, but running exercises are probably not good enough."

"Then pay more attention." Bai Heyi blinked again, and asked him in a low voice: "Did He Chuan really wash your feet?"

"Uh..." Jiang Chen scolded Shen Chong in his heart for having such a big mouth, saying everything out.

Bai He knew the answer as soon as he saw Jiang Chen's troubled expression, "I didn't expect him to admit his mistakes so well."

"Haha...that's right—" Jiang Chen returned to his seat and patted Shen Chong who was sleeping, ready to give a lecture.

As soon as the man raised his head, he sneezed loudly, which startled Jiang Chen: "I'm stupid, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Chong said with a strong nasal voice: "Catch a cold, the quilt is too thin, and I like to kick the quilt when I sleep, so I caught a cold." He sneezed again, "Are you cold when you sleep at night?"

Jiang Chen slept with He Chuan in his arms for two consecutive nights, and the quilts of the two were also folded together, "It's not cold..."

Seeing Shen Chong's lack of energy, he asked with concern: "Then did you go to see a doctor?"

"Look, I feel sleepy after taking the medicine—" Shen Chong said and fell down again.

"Jiang Chen, Brother Qiang is looking for you." The students in the class called him to the office, and they knew why without thinking.

He came to the office and shouted "report". Brother Qiang had a straight face, took a sip from the teacup on the table, and then spit back the tea leaves he had sucked into his mouth.

Jiang Chen: "..."

The middle-aged man put down his teacup, "Did you fight He Chuan on Saturday?"

"No, teacher, I had the draft at He Chuan's place at the time, I went to him to get it back." Jiang Chen really couldn't find a reason to go to He Chuan's place.

"That's an exam, and you still walk around casually? What drafts do you need for liberal arts?"

"Geography needs to be drawn..." Jiang Chen himself felt that this explanation was pale and powerless.

"What you handed in is the answer sheet, so you can't draw on the test paper?" Brother Qiang looked at Jiang Chen with a mentally retarded look.

"Teacher, I didn't cheat."

"Knowing that you didn't cheat, you won't find him if you cheat."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"No matter what holidays you and He Chuan have, but the end of the term is coming soon, the most important thing is to study." Instead of being harsh, he persuaded with earnestness: "I have also seen the changes in He Chuan. It’s still a good thing that he is enlightened, I hope this state can be maintained until the day of the college entrance examination—”

"Ah."

"Okay, let's go to class."

Before stepping out of the office threshold, Brother Qiang asked again, "By the way, what happened to He Chuan hugging the rose that day? Is he a puppy crush?"

Even the teacher knew about this matter, Jiang Chen was vague, and in the end he just said something that he didn't understand, and then escaped from the office.

Once New Year's Day was over, there were no legal holidays in the first semester of the third year of high school. After a month and a half of reviewing, everyone took part in the final diagnostic test.

When I get the final grades, some families are happy and some are sad, but the worry is even more worrying, because there will be a parent-teacher meeting this semester.

Brother Qiang took the grade rankings and began to summarize the semester, "Combined with the final grades of last semester, some students have made great progress, but some students have made great progress, which means that some people have regressed. We can't just look at the rankings, but also look at your scores. How far is it from your ideal university. This time the school decided to hold a parent meeting, the purpose of which is to let parents have a clearer understanding and plan your future..."

Shen Chong beeped softly in the back, "Every time there is a lot of chatter."

Jiang Chen saw that the ranking was still second, but he couldn't be happy. This school was originally remote and not as good as the schools in the urban area. It's ten minutes away.

The difficulty of the questions is changing every year, and the score line is also changing. No matter how many years the admission line is combined, there is a difference of more than ten points.

He sighed and folded the report card and put it in his bag.

Brother Qiang finished his summary and asked to go home and pay attention to safety before leaving the classroom.

When everyone heard that there was going to be a parent-teacher meeting, most of them complained.

"Why do you have to hold a parent-teacher meeting before the holiday?"

"Can it make people have a good year? I really vomited."

"No wonder there was no parent-teacher meeting in the last semester, and I was holding back to enlarge my tricks!"

"It just happened that I didn't pass the exam this time!"

The two walked out of the classroom with complaints and were about to go home. He Chuan saw that Jiang Chen was in a low mood, "Bitter face, didn't pass the exam? Didn't you rank well?"

"I'm standing still." Jiang Chen felt that he had reached a bottleneck period, and now it was difficult to raise a point, so he changed the subject and said, "You have improved a lot this time."

"Your credit." He Chuan nodded.

"Then... On the day of the parent meeting, do I count as meeting the parents in advance?"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen obviously felt that He Chuan's mood was even more depressed. Before he could ask, he heard him say, "Jiang Chen, does your family accept the same?"

After a moment of surprise, both of them bowed their heads and walked to the school gate without saying a word.

"I don't know, I'll ask around in another day." Jiang Chen looked at He Chuan, who had a bad expression all the way, "Your mother..."

He Chuan laughed: "I don't know either."

The two had just bid farewell, when Jiang Chen turned and walked into the community, he was stopped again: "Jiang Chen...my mother may...have a bad temper..."