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After sitting at the same table, Han Yi began to observe Yan Feng silently.

He found that Yan Feng was not as tired of studying as he expected. In fact, at the beginning of each class, Yan Feng would look at the blackboard and listen carefully, but after a few minutes of persistence, he began to desert, either drawing on books or transferring to the classroom. Pen, or secretly play with the phone.

Oh, and these days I am also obsessed with playing Rubik's Cube.

In addition to his errands, Yan Feng also likes to sleep in self-study classes.Once, the saliva that came out wet the desk.

Han Yi was surprised why the teacher and head teacher didn't criticize him.After asking other students, I found out that Yan Feng was used to this. The teacher couldn't control him with all kinds of methods, so he gave up a long time ago, as long as he doesn't disturb other students.

Through various performances, Han also felt that Yan Feng urgently needed to adjust his study status and study habits.But, how to help him adjust?

"Hey, this is for you!"

A small glass bottle filled with red liquid was thrown on Han Yi's desk. Han Yi turned his head, looked at Yan Feng who had just arrived at school after self-study, and asked, "This is it?"

Yan Feng put down his schoolbag, sat down on the bench, and said indifferently: "Didn't I promise to bring you the medicinal wine for bruises last time, this is it."

Han Yi picked up the medicinal wine, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart, which strengthened his belief in helping Yan Feng.

"Yan Feng, let's study together!"

"Ah?" Yan Feng opened his mouth, with a surprised smile on his face, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"Don't laugh, I'm serious. From the next class onwards, if you miss or sleep after class, I'll hit you with a ruler until you listen to the lecture!" After finishing speaking, he knocked on the table with the ruler in a deterrent manner, the voice Crisp, if hit on the body, it should be quite painful.

Yan Feng looked at Han Yi's aggressive expression, pursed his lips and said nothing, wanted to laugh but couldn't.He rolled his eyes and saw that the students around him were still as normal as before, so Han Yi should be the only one who was abnormal today.

"Well, as long as you are happy." Yan Feng said while stroking Han Yi's head.

Are all students with good grades so childlike?How childish!

Yan Feng didn't take Han Yi's announcement seriously, but Han Yi was serious.In the first class, Han Yi paid attention to Yan Feng while listening to the lecture. Seeing that he didn't listen, he took the prepared ruler and quickly hit Yan Feng's thigh.

Yan Feng's thigh hurt, and he looked at Han Yi in shock, but Han Yi only gave him a side profile, facing the blackboard with his right hand still taking notes.If it weren't for the fact that Han Yi was holding a ruler in his left hand on the desk drawer, he would have suspected that it wasn't Han Yi who hit someone just now.

This guy actually came for real?

Scribbled the words "Don't make trouble" on the notebook, Yan Feng spread the notebook on Han Yi's desk.The notebook was quickly returned, with the words "I won't trouble you if you listen to the lecture".

Yan Feng was in a hurry, and wrote three more words—impossible, and handed it over.His answer was another stick on his leg.

The negotiation collapsed, Yan Feng simply insisted on what to do, he didn't believe that Han Yi would waste a whole class with him.

In the end, Han Yi really spent a class with him.

He drew Conan for one class, and Han Yi slapped him on the thigh for one class. In the end, Conan was drawn crooked and very rough, but Han Yi's notes were neatly remembered, as if he hadn't been affected at all.

Is this guy the devil?

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Yan Feng had a fit, came up and pushed Han Yi's shoulder, provocatively: "What the hell do you mean?"

Han Yi has been in poor physical fitness since he was a child, and his body was thin. He was pushed by Yan Feng and hit the wall directly. There was a dull pain in his right elbow, but he just frowned slightly and said, "I just want you to listen carefully." .”

Yan Feng saw Han Yi's small movements and knew that he had used too much force just now, but he was stubborn, raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Whether I listen or not is none of your business? Did I offend you? Why do you care about me?" ?”

Han Yi felt a pain in his heart, the pain even surpassed the pain in his elbow.He sat up straight, kept his right arm on the table, looked down at the notes he had just made, and said nothing.

Yan Feng looked at Han Yi's aggrieved look, and felt uncomfortable, but the distress that had not yet fermented was quickly overwhelmed by anger, and he complained to Han Yi: "Who are you showing this bullied look?" ? I was beaten so many times by you for no reason, and I feel wronged!"

Yan Feng's voice was not low, and both the front and rear seats could hear it.Lu Yumeng, who was sitting at the back, came out to mediate, "What's the matter? We've only been at the same table for a few days, and we started arguing?"

Yan Feng didn't bother to explain, and Han Yi didn't speak, Lu Yumeng persuaded her a few words and no one paid any attention to her, so she shut up.

Yan Feng didn't know if Han Yi would still care about him. After a few minutes of class, he started drawing and wanted to try it out.After drawing for several minutes, Han Yi ignored him. He was overjoyed, it seemed that he still won!

Yan Feng is a person who gets angry quickly and calms down quickly.Seeing that Han Yi had compromised, his mood improved, and the look in Han Yi's eyes was not so angry anymore.However, he soon discovered that something was wrong with Han Yi.

Han Yi was sweating coldly on his forehead all the time, his brows were furrowed tightly, his writing right hand was trembling, his right arm seemed to be glued to the table, motionless, only his wrist was turning, and his notes were somewhat sloppy.If he wanted to change rows to take notes, Han Yi would use his left hand to move the notebook.With his appearance, it was obvious that his right hand was injured.

Could it be that his right arm was injured by that push just now?Yan Feng was a little annoyed and a little angry, both at himself and at Han Yi.He wanted to roll up Han Yi's sleeve to check his arm, but now he was in class and couldn't do anything.For the whole class, Yan Feng was restless.

After class, during the exercise time between classes, Han Yi didn't have time to clean up the table, so he stiffly tried to get out.

"Wait, show me your arm!" Yan Feng pulled Han Yi back to his seat, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his arm.

A piece of scarlet hit his eye, and the skin on Han Yi's elbow was broken, and it was very red and swollen. Although there was no bleeding, the blood clot could be clearly seen, and it seemed that the blood inside would flow out immediately with just a light poke.

"Why do you say you provoke me? It hurts now!"

Han Yi glanced at Yan Feng, Yan Feng was frowning, seeing that his expression was clearly blaming himself, but what he said was not pleasant at all.

The students around went downstairs one after another, and Han Yi reminded: "Go down and do exercises first."

Yan Feng glared at him, and said bluntly: "You can't lift your arm, how can you do it?" After speaking, he used his other free hand to find something in Han Yi's drawer.

Han Yi asked him, "What are you looking for?"

"The medicinal wine I gave you before is just in time to use."

"In my pocket."

Han Yi put the medicinal wine in his right pocket before, but now Yan Feng is holding his right hand, so he has to use his left hand to take it, which is very awkward.

Seeing that his left hand couldn't reach into his pocket, Yan Feng said, "Let me do it." After speaking, he reached into Han Yi's pocket to touch the medicinal wine.

The inner layer of the pocket was separated from Han Yi's skin by a layer of cloth. When Yan Feng stretched his hand in, Han Yi felt the skin under the pocket burn. Why is this man's hand so hot?

Yan Feng didn't notice Han Yi's abnormality, and after taking out the medicinal wine, he instructed Yan Feng: "I'll help you apply the medicine, and you lift your arm."

Han Yi nodded, Yan Feng quickly opened the medicine bottle, and the strong smell of medicine spread in the air.Yan Feng poured some medicinal wine into his hand and said, "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

After finishing speaking, he put his hand holding the medicinal wine on Han Yi's elbow, and gently rubbed it.

Even though Yan Feng's movements were already very light, when the medicine soaked into the wound, there was still burning pain, and Han Yi couldn't help taking a breath.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts hot."

Yan Feng's heart softened, and he raised Han Yi's elbow to his mouth, blowing gently.

Han Yi looked at Yan Feng in shock. Wouldn't such an action be strange to the two boys?

The sound of radio gymnastics came from outside the classroom, and the cool wind blew in from the window, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

Yan Feng's eyes were focused, his movements were gentle, and his gentle expression made the whole face less of the usual ruffian and aggressive, highlighting the original handsomeness.His skin is not white, even a little yellow compared to the skin on Han Yi's arm, but his skin has a good texture without any acne marks.If you look closely, you will find some fine fluff on his cheeks, if you touch them with your hands, they should be very comfortable.

Han Yi's eyes gradually moved to Yan Feng's lips, his lips were pale pink, like a lotus that had just bloomed.When pouted, the lips appear soft and tender.Han Yi suddenly felt his throat a little dry and his face a little hot.

Yan Feng blew dozens of times, feeling a little lack of oxygen, leaning on the table to rest for a while.Seeing that Han Yi's demeanor returned to normal, he put down his hand and said, "I'm sorry for you this time, but I'll help you with the medicine too. Don't hate me."

Han Yi smiled and said, "Well, I know, you didn't mean it."

Han Yi was so considerate, Yan Feng was a little embarrassed, coughed dryly, and said with a straight face: "It's good to know, so I said, you don't care about me in the future, otherwise, when I get angry, I accidentally hurt you .”

"No." Regarding this point, Han Yi refused to budge.

"Why are you so brainless? You hurt your hands, how can you urge me!"

Han Yi slowly put down his sleeves and said, "I'll urge you after I recover from my injury."

"You," the anger began to rise a little bit, Yan Feng pointed at Han Yi and was speechless, and finally said bitterly, "We will wait until you recover from your injury!"

Gradually people began to return to the classroom.Cao Han was the first to come in and asked, "Yan Feng, why didn't you and Han Yi go down to do exercises?"

Yan Feng was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and replied impatiently: "Han Yi injured his arm, I just gave him medicine."

Cao Han was dumbfounded by Yan Feng's voice, nodded and said, "Oh, then why didn't you ask for leave with me just now? Fortunately, the student union didn't find out the number of fuckers today, otherwise our class will lose points."

"Since there are no points deducted, what is there to say?" Yan Feng said angrily, and stuffed the books on the table into the drawer, and the books hit the table, making a dull sound.His actions seemed to be a demonstration against Cao Han.

Cao Han felt very humiliated, and it was impossible to be as cruel as Yan Feng, so he could only say bitterly: "I just remind you."

Han Yi admitted that he was wrong, and came out to smooth things over and said, "I'm sorry monitor, we will pay attention next time."

"Okay, then I won't tell the class teacher this time." Cao Han walked down the steps given by Han Yi, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.Anyone who is yelled at for no reason will be upset.

In the next few days, Han Yi really ignored Yan Feng.

Yan Feng was quiet and had more fun in class.In the past, I would listen to the class for a while, but now I just play in class. Sometimes when I get bored, I poke Han Yi's arm to intentionally interfere with Han Yi's listening.To Yan Feng's behavior, Han Yi would give Yan Feng a look or a helpless smile at first, and then completely ignore him.

Ren Er poked ten thousand pokes, but I stood still!

Yan Feng was not happy anymore, and stubbornly continued to interfere.

"Yan Feng, what are you doing down here?" Seeing Yan Feng poking at Han Yi, Song Xiaoke finally couldn't help it, threw a blackboard pen over, and yelled angrily.

Yan Feng withdrew his restless index finger, lowered his head silently, and drew circles frantically on the draft paper with a pen to vent his dissatisfaction.What's the matter with him?Obviously he told Han Yi not to bother him, why is he taking the initiative to bother Han Yi now?

What a bitch!

Seeing that Yan Feng was unhappy, Han Yi quietly pulled out the ruler and hit Yan Feng's thigh unexpectedly.

Yan Feng raised his head all of a sudden, his eyes were wide open, and his strength performance was dumbstruck.

"Isn't your injury still healed?"