night sky flight

Yang Xinghe's mood suddenly became very bad. He was probably going to lose the last quarter of the basketball game.

The basketball game was scheduled for the afternoon at the end of the month. Everyone sat in the stands one after another. Yang Xinghe's chestnut hair color shone even more beautifully in the sun. Even the white ball uniform looked very good on him. This picture It's a pity that I don't leave the entertainment industry with my face.

He bit the wristband with his mouth, lowered his eyes and put it on his wrist, striker.

He has an excellent sense of the ball and has practiced sprinting for a long time, so he has good physical fitness.

The physical education teacher threw the ball, and the basketball game started.

Yang Xinghe played very hard, running like flowing water. Since he was the basketball captain, he deliberately let Ji Muchen sit on the bench. He didn't want this young master to destroy his winning streak once he played.

Coquettish running, walking, and jumping, he has always been the most eye-catching, satisfying all girls' fantasies about love, maybe not just girls.

He walked on the sidelines and watched Zhang Junyang dribbling the ball. The next second, Zhang Junyang fell to the ground.

The physical education teacher blew the timeout whistle.

Yang Xinghe ran up quickly, Zhang Junyang lost a tooth, and his mouth was full of blood.

He knelt down on one knee and looked at the other party with cold eyes. Ji Muchen stepped forward, bent slightly, and looked down very oppressively. He stood in the light, his slender eyelashes cast black and blue shadows on his eyelids, and there were vast star clusters hidden in his eyes .

"Teacher, replace."

He took off Zhang Junyang's armband and put it on his wrist,

"I will avenge you."

Ji Muchen walked in front of the captain of the opponent, he was a little taller than the opponent, "Play cleanly."

The other party nodded his shoulder, laughed and left the center line to their respective stations.

The physical education teacher blew the whistle again,

The basketball game continues,

Zhang Junyang rushed back to the court after emergency treatment of the wound in the infirmary.

The more than 20 points that were overtaken by the opponent just now quickly chased back,

Ji Mushen and Yang Xinghe cooperated very tacitly, and the balls they shot together had a hit rate of 90%.

Yang Xinghe used too much force. He had never sweated so much before. He put his hands on his knees, arched his body, and took a deep breath.

Ji Mushen gestured and ran to his side,

"slower."

"These grandchildren are draining my energy."

"I'll protect you, you rest for a while, it's almost over."

All the girls in the audience were so excited that they shouted at their husband, only the squad leader stood in the middle, adjusted his glasses, took pictures of the little movements of the two of them, and smiled jokingly at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw something.

In the second half, Ji Mushen stayed close to Yang Xinghe the whole time, trying not to let him control the ball. He blocked many opponents' siege and led him in front of him, allowing him to recover his strength as much as possible.

With the teacher's last layup at the buzzer,

Won!

Zhang Junyang covered his mouth excitedly and jumped up,

"Sun thief, the fathers won."

Ji Mushen supported Yang Xinghe to the sidelines, and even lay down directly,

"I'm exhausted, Dad."

Even the individual adjusted his breathing regularly, Ji Mu tilted his head and looked at the picture of him blocking the sun with one hand, panting, his blood seemed to be surging even more, and sweat dripped down the soft and somewhat naturally curly hair On the rubber floor, he suddenly had the urge to push this person to the ground.

Yang Xinghe turned his head and looked at him impartially, and said in a casual tone, "Don't fall in love with me."

Ji Mushen said goodbye, straightened up and stood up with one hand on the ground, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He said this to Zhang Junyang,

"No, no, no. This little wound doesn't matter."

Yang Xinghe stood up and walked back to the classroom slowly while supporting his left abdomen. Ji Muchen frowned and ran up. The two walked to the men's room. Everyone was still preparing for the afternoon game on the playground. Yang Xinghe slowly took off his clothes. basketball uniform, and took out his school uniform jacket from the paper bag.

"Fuck you scared me to death."

Ji Mu closed the toilet door with a bang,

"Why didn't you talk when you were hurt?"

"There is no replacement."

"No wonder you used up so much energy in the second half, it's all blue."

He pressed Yang Xinghe against the wall of the toilet, wrapped one hand around and forced him to lift up, and the purple bruise was obvious on the side.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"I still have a game in the afternoon."

Ji Mu's Shen hand lightly touched the blue area, "Tear...lightly."

"Am I afraid of breaking a bone?"

"No, it just hurts."

Yang Xinghe pulled out his hand with difficulty, put on his short sleeves and school uniform jacket,

"I'll run for you in the afternoon."

"Master. No need."

"Why do you always call me young master?"

Yang Xinghe stopped talking suddenly, what should I say?Accidentally met his former alumni?Talk about his life experience? A young master with a golden spoon in his mouth?

He splashed water on his face, and limped away from the men's room. Ji Mushen followed behind, watching him with a gloomy expression as soon as he walked to the playground, and immediately recovered the painful expression just now, and ran happily to Zhang Junyang's room. around.

Ji Mu walked back to the classroom quietly. The third and third classes of high school are on the third floor, and the fifth class is on the second floor. He slowly approached the men's toilet on the third floor, stood at the door and listened to the laughing voices inside,

"I didn't expect him to last for so long. My kidnapper was quite ruthless."

"Yeah, I thought you could break his ribs."

"I missed it, I should be more ruthless."

The door of the men's room was directly kicked open by Ji Muchen.

In the afternoon, the race started quickly. Yang Xinghe didn't see Ji Mushen's figure. He endured the pain and ran first in the sprint. When the 4*100 relay was over, he couldn't make it and announced his abstention.

The sports meeting wasn't over yet, but the teacher saw Zhang Junyang and Yang Xinghe's injuries and made them leave early.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder towards the school gate. When they got closer, they saw the slender figure with a schoolbag waiting in the single room outside the school gate. When they got closer, they saw clearly that the corners of his eyes were cracked and the corners of his lips were bruised. Green look.

Yang Xinghe sighed and handed him a cigarette.

Ji Mu took it leisurely, took out the lighter from his pants, lit it skillfully, and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring. The decadent and extreme beauty in the smoke made a rustling voice,

"Going home?" Ji Muchen said.

"Beating?" Yang Xinghe asked, his hand was still stroking his face gently, as long as he didn't touch the wound.

"Hey, what's going on?" Zhang Junyang was about to reach out to touch the corner of Ji Muchen's mouth, but his hand was knocked off.

"Win or lose?"

He lifted his chin slightly, motioning for him to turn around.

The two looked back at the door of the teaching building together, and several people from Class Three and Class Three came out supporting each other.

"You did it?"

Ji Mushen gave him a wink, but did not respond, and the three of them left the school together.

After the two threw Zhang Junyang to his uncle, they left in a panic, and heard his uncle yelling loudly from behind, the two of them snickered,

Playing basketball until his teeth fell out, no wonder his uncle became anxious,

There was a sound in Yang Xinghe's trouser pocket,

He took out his mobile phone, was stunned for a second, walked to the side and picked it up,

Ji Mushen didn't listen carefully, but Yang Xinghe's words throughout the whole process were, "Well, okay, I got it."

There is no redundant tone, and the attitude is very gloomy.

He hung up the phone, walked to Ji Muchen's side, raised his eyes, and found that the wound on the corner of his mouth was still obvious, "Is your home not far away?"

"Ah."

"Let me go and give you medicine. I have learned some ways to deal with wounds before."

Ji Mu was puzzled for a few seconds, then nodded.

Walking to Ji Mushen's house, it is a relatively high-end apartment not far from the school, and buying a house for school is indeed the practice of a local tyrant.

Yang Xinghe stared at Ji Mu's heavy neck, walked to the side, his gaze inadvertently slid to the tight jawline, to the man's rolling Adam's apple,

His gaze was too hot and unscrupulous, Ji Mushen stopped in his tracks, lowered his eyelashes to look at him, his colleagues were black and inorganic, and his voice was cold, "Have you seen enough?"

The man's voice and eyes were a little frightening, Yang Xinghe obediently looked away, and walked into the elevator together.

As soon as he entered the room, Ji Muchen threw down his schoolbag and began to take off his school uniform. Only then did Yang Xinghe realize that not only the corners of his mouth, but also his arms were glistening with blood.

"It's beyond the scope of my care."

"Just watch and do it."

Yang Xinghe raised his arm, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Reluctant?"

Yang Xinghe's posture was squatting, and Ji Muchen raised his eyebrows while sitting on the sofa, "Come on quickly."

The man shrugged, and opened the medicine box that Ji Muchen brought over, "How did this happen?"

"Glass."

Yang Xinghe pulled his arm, took out the tweezers to disinfect, removed a few small glass shards, and picked them out one by one. The tea table was covered with blood-soaked sterile cotton. After disinfecting and applying the medicine, he wrapped it with gauze.

The two of them were very quiet the whole time.

Ji Mu looked down at his busy little head, unconsciously his Adam's apple slid up and down, his jaw tensed slightly, and his eyelids adjusted like a spasm.

Yang Xinghe cleaned up the garbage on the coffee table, threw it into a garbage bag, tied it, put it at the door, walked back to the coffee table, sat cross-legged on the ground,

"Come here, and the face."

"Then why did you collect those just now?"

"There is glass in there. I was afraid that the cleaning lady would get my hands stuck, so I just wrapped them up and threw these cotton swabs together with other garbage."

"Oh."

Yang Xinghe dipped a cotton swab in iodine, and gently wiped around the corners of his mouth. Yang Xinghe's technique was gentle, and his eyes glanced across Ji Mushen's Adam's apple,

He lowered his head and swallowed, "Thank you."

"I don't like people who are so dirty playing ball." Ji Muchen helped him clean up the things on the coffee table, "How is your injury?"

Yang Xinghe touched it with his hand, "It's okay."

Ji Mushen directly pulled him over and pressed him on the sofa, lifted his school uniform, and looked at the large bruise.

"Do you know?"

Ji Mushen really can't,

"Should I apply medicine or?"

"Take the spray of Yun'an Baiyao in that red bottle."

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The writing is not good, everyone can read it comfortably~ This article has been stuck for a long time, and I am traveling around the whole of China...