deep cabinet

At that time, the posture we fell together was almost like this word - "眔".

It's just that the head is staggered and the body is pressed together.

I can smell the breath of his hair and feel the friction of his leg hair haha.

He got up on me (it seems a bit weird to write that)

Look at me with your hands on the ground (that's the legendary ground-dong posture)

I was amused at the time, thinking that his face is really pretty, but most people are ugly from this angle, why is he so good-looking?

His voice was very soft, and he said that your head is bleeding and you are going to help me up.

As soon as I was lifted up a little bit, I felt a warm current drip from the tip of my nose.

He stopped immediately, still holding my head in his hand.

Everyone gathered around, rummaged through their pockets for toilet paper, and wondered if I might have a concussion.

DN blocked my nose and said to be safe and go to the hospital.

The hospital was very close to the school. At that time, there was a tricycle beside the court, and DN took me there on a tricycle.

It's the kind of open-top pedal tricycle used by stadium workers. The compartment is full of fallen leaves. Someone handed me a piece of clothing for me to spread.

However, my butt hurts from the fall, and I can't sit at all, I can only squat, and I have to hold on to the railing of the car for balance.

This pose is about to hit the road!

Of course I had to take my image into consideration, so I covered my head with the clothes.

When passing the crowd, I heard someone say who is that? Who is that in the DN tricycle?

I thought to myself, you'll never know hum.

Speeding all the way (?)

When I got to the school gate, something happened.

There was a motorcycle rider, who seemed to be a Korean student, who wanted to leave the school at the same time as our tricycle, but they squeezed together.

DN said it was all right, let the motorcycle go, and continued to take me to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found out that DN's right hand was injured, which was rubbed by the handlebar of the motorcycle.

I felt distressed at the time, because it was really serious. The four joints on the back of my right hand were scratched and blood was oozing out.

Thinking about it now, I still feel guilty. If I didn't go to the hospital, how could such a thing happen?

There were so many people in the hospital that day, we waited in line for a long time.

After coming out of the hospital, I found that the tricycle was stolen again!

The old man looking at the shed gloated and said, "I told you to save a dollar and save it in my shed so that I won't lose it."

But when I was in a hurry, how could I have time to go to his car park?

DN said forget it, anyway, I basically bid farewell to the tricycle.

Yes, his right hand is bound like Doraemon.

The school was not far away, and we walked back. I was limping, and my butt hurt more than when I fell, especially when crossing the arch bridge.

What's particularly frustrating is that the nose bleeds again in the middle of the game, which is even more violent than on the court.

I leaned on the flower bed by the side of the road, DN waved his round hands to help, my nose was blocked, and blood gushed out of my throat.

I said let go of your hand, I want to vomit, and blood overflows from the corner of my mouth as soon as I speak.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and continued to tilt his head bitterly.

At this time, DN suddenly said to me inexplicably, I will not be your boyfriend.

I was a little confused, and continued to look up.

I said why are you talking about this? (Actually, it’s not easy to say with your head up)

DN said that he felt that you were uncomfortable and wanted to divert your attention.