The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

In fact, Mo Chenyang felt that he was fine. The food tasted delicious, but the smell of disinfectant from the hospital made him sick.Ji Si also stayed with him these few days, probably because he felt sorry for him, peeling apples and oranges for him on the Ninth Chinese Network.

"Teacher, when can I be discharged from the hospital?" Mo Chenyang drooped his head, his whole body was listless.

Ji Si raised his hand and touched the wound on the top of his head: "Does it still hurt?"

Mo Chenyang shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Ji Si pressed a little harder, and Mo Chenyang screamed: "It hurts, fuck it, it hurts!"

"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?" Ji Si withdrew his hand without any sign of guilt.

"Is there something wrong with you?!" Mo Chenyang covered his head and grinned, "I've never seen someone intentionally press on someone's wound!"

Ji Si took a bite of the apple on the table: "I've seen it now."

"Fuck!" Mo Chenyang looked at him in disbelief: "Teacher, did you ever fall when you were learning to ride a bicycle?"

Ji Si tilted his head: "What?"

Mo Chenyang pointed to his head: "I think you may have broken a tendon at that time."

"Oh!" Ji Si sneered, "I never learned to ride a bicycle."

"I want to be discharged from the hospital." Mo Chenyang took an orange and handed it to Ji Si, lifting his chin.

Ji Si glared at him, put down the apple, and snatched the yellowish orange: "Are you calling me around right now? Master Mo?!"

Sometimes Ji Si has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, like peeling an orange, he must peel off all the tangerines on the top of the orange.

The corners of Mo Chenyang's mouth twitched when he saw Ji Si seriously slaughtering Baimao'er, would he get beaten if he said he didn't eat?

In the afternoon, Ji Si asked the doctor to check Mo Chenyang again, and after making sure that he was fine, he took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and discharged Mo Chenyang from the hospital.

Mo Chenyang has been staying in bed for the past few days. He felt that his bones were rusted. When he stretched his arms, he seemed to hear a crisp sound.

"Teacher, can I stay at your house for two days first?" Mo Chenyang played with the piggy in the car.

Ji Si squinted at him: "Why?"

"I think that for better observation after discharge from the hospital, you, the person who caused the injury, should provide me with a place to recuperate." Mo Chenyang frowned and covered his head, even aggrieved: "I have a headache."

Ever since he got to know Mo Chenyang, Ji Si felt in his heart that Mo Chenyang was a rebellious boy who could not be dragged, who fought, cut classes, hated the teacher, was a standard bad student, and looked like he deserved a beating.

It was the first time he saw Mo Chenyang so... so childish.

Ji thought of laughing, but tried his best to endure it, and asked solemnly, "Then what should I do?"

"I want to go to your house to rest." Mo Chenyang glanced sideways at the man's smiling face, and simply put his hands down, looking at him openly.

Ji Si laughed: "Student Mo, the doctors say you're fine, as long as you don't use your head as a pillar to play with it, you'll be fine. How come you have to rest as soon as you get a diagnosis."

Mo Chenyang remained silent, and after a while he looked up and said casually, "Then I'll skip class and go online every day."

"Mo Chenyang!" Ji Si's voice became cold and serious.

"Teacher, do you want to watch your students go to the point of no return?" Mo Chenyang's heartbroken look gave Ji Si the illusion that he would not let Mo Chenyang go to class and drive people to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet.