[Han Zhang] One thought

45.

In all fairness, Zhang Xinjie really likes autumn in City B.

If he can catch up with a good weather, he likes to take a walk on the campus alone. The golden ginkgo leaves fall and weave into a beautiful carpet, which stretches to the end of the road.The clear blue sky is reflected in the lake water, and then the autumn wind blows the waves slightly, but it also makes people feel peaceful.

But at the moment he obviously doesn't have time to spare - just after finishing the homework for two courses, Zhang Jiale, who was killed downstairs in the dormitory, slipped him away to the hospital. I queued up, stared at him and took X-rays and CT scans, and even the doctor watched him closely while analyzing his condition.What's more terrible is that this "imperial envoy" held a "command arrow" and directly threatened him "I will tell Lao Han if you don't cooperate", which made him dumbfounded.

The diagnosis came out quickly. Zhang Xinjie's cervical spine was arched backwards, and the hub was also a little slipped—it was the offset hub that compressed the spinal nerves, causing dizziness and migraines that had plagued him for a long time.

The doctor's suggestion was that he spend at least three days a week to go to the hospital for physical therapy and rehabilitation. Zhang Xinjie's head was getting bigger when he heard it - how could he have so much time to go to the hospital all day?But before he got up and refused, Zhang Jiale pressed his shoulders and pushed him back into the chair: "It's easy to say, I'll accompany him."

Zhang Xinjie hurriedly turned his head and glared at Zhang Jiale, but the other party pinned the back of his head and twisted his head back: "Didn't you listen to the doctor's advice? Don't twist your neck violently, your cervical spine can't bear it—oh yes, doctor, yes Is there any cervical spine exercises that you can recommend? It is the kind that you can do at home..."

Zhang Jiale chatted with the doctor like a conscientious guardian, but Zhang Xinjie, the patient, was left alone. In the end, even the nurse was aroused and asked what their relationship was. Before Zhang Xinjie could open his mouth, Zhang Jiale remained calm. He patted his chest: "I'm his brother!"

Zhang Xinjie's legs trembled and he almost fell off the chair.

In the end, Zhang Xinjie was snuck back to school by this "brother" who fell from the sky. Along the way, Zhang Jiale, like Huang Shaotian possessed him, tirelessly taught Zhang Xinjie various "good health prescriptions", without stopping for a moment. .In the end, Zhang Xinjie couldn't take it anymore, and directly called "Brother" to the back of Zhang Jiale's head.

"Hey!" Zhang Jiale replied crisply, taking advantage of Zhang Xinjie confidently.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, am I talking to you right now?"

"Not that."

Zhang Jiale at the front paused, as if Dazzling Hundred Blossoms in the game had been given a body-holding spell.

"Do you really think I don't know anything?"

"Okay," Zhang Jiale shrugged, turned around, and spread his hands facing Zhang Xinjie, "I know you're a forum madman..."

"I still use the forum?" Zhang Xinjie had a wry smile on his face, "Now when I go to the cafeteria to have a meal, someone points behind my back."

"I'll go!" Zhang Jiale couldn't help but say a dirty word, "Are these people so busy?"

Zhang Xinjie spread his hands calmly: "People are free to discuss whatever they want."

Zhang Jiale was at a loss for words for a while, and looked at Zhang Xinjie steadfastly, only feeling a little sore on the bridge of his nose.

Zhang Xinjie was wearing a blue striped shirt, jeans, and a backpack. He looked no different from other students on campus.But through this face, what Zhang Jiale could vaguely see was watching him smoke in the stairwell; The vice-captain of Team Tyranny he rubbed the medicine on.

"If you feel wronged, you can tell me..." Zhang Jiale hesitated and said, not forgetting to continue to take advantage of him, "Brother, help you vent your anger."

"What can I be wronged about?" Zhang Xinjie asked calmly, "It's because you look like you're walking on thin ice, is something wrong with Tyranny?"

"No..." Zhang Jiale thumped in his heart, but he forced his fingers to calmly point to his neck, "I'm not worried about your cervical spine..."

"Really?" Zhang Xinjie's eyes showed distrust.

"Of course," Zhang Jiale grinned guiltily, his expression seemed extravagant to Zhang Xinjie, "I'm your brother!"

"Aren't you done yet?" Zhang Xinjie frowned, his eyes looked so stern, "Just tell me who ordered you to do this."

"Xinjie, you—" Zhang Jiale scratched his head impatiently, "Don't worry about Tyranny, what's wrong with Tyranny? Such a big club, what can't be done?"

"So does it mean that something happened?" Zhang Xinjie still asked persistently.

"Okay, I'm afraid of you..." Zhang Jiale spread his hands, and told Zhang Xinjie what Han Wenqing had told him on the phone, and he did not forget to confess, "Don't worry, the Alliance will just talk about it. What reason do they have to punish Tyranny? It's funny..."

Zhang Xinjie's face was cloudy and cloudy for a while, he stood straight in the same place, didn't move a step for a while, and didn't even notice that the ginkgo leaves fell on his head.

"Well, don't worry, Lao Han and the others are already discussing a solution...it's no big deal."

But Zhang Xinjie still stood there, tilting his head, as if he was thinking about something.

"Oh, it's my fault to say it." Zhang Jiale was a little panicked. He had never seen Zhang Xinjie like this before. "It was Sun Zheping's bad idea when Old Han went to the airport to block you...I'll go back and beat him up."

"It's none of your business——" Zhang Xinjie finally said, "If I have to say that, the responsibility lies with me. If I didn't run home without saying a word, there wouldn't be so many things going on..."

"Why are you still taking the blame for yourself?" Zhang Jiale was dumbfounded, his mind was filled with the image of Zhang Xinjie saying "it's my responsibility" at the post-match summary meeting.

"I see," Zhang Xinjie smiled, walked up to Zhang Jiale, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll call Han Wenqing myself at night, so don't worry about it."

"You guys—don't quarrel!" Zhang Jiale still looked worried.

"How could I possibly quarrel with him over this?" Zhang Xinjie couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and then patted Zhang Jiale's shoulder again, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Zhang Jiale sighed, put his arms around Zhang Xinjie's shoulders, and walked forward with his arms around him.

"I know you know it well—you know it too much. What you think about every day is how Tyranny is doing and how Lao Han is doing. Why don't you think about yourself?"

"What else can I do? Do you think I can't even handle anything?" Zhang Xinjie let Zhang Jiale hug him, as if the two were really brothers.

"I know you have a good mental quality. When Lao Han retired, many people gathered and scolded you, but you were quite calm..."

Zhang Xinjie was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered what Zhang Jiale said—his memory has been a little blurred with the passage of time, but the reason at that time was very simple—when Han Wenqing retired, he, who succeeded Captain Tyranny, did not announce anything The sensational remarks were seized by a group of "old fans" and scolded bloody.

"I have no reason not to be calm. The logic of fans is different from ours. There is no point in competing with them."

Zhang Jiale nodded thoughtfully: "I really admire you for this. You can clearly distinguish your mission from the emotions of your fans...I can't do it."

Zhang Xinjie was startled, and turned his head to glance at Zhang Jiale, only to see that the other party was staring into the distance, fascinated, with an appearance of wandering away.

He remembered the Zhang Jiale who was criticized by everyone when he switched to Tyranny, and now, this person still smiled freely, patted his chest and said to him, "Brother, help you vent your anger."

Zhang Jiale has passed his "hurdle", and now it's his turn - the ordeal comes sooner or later, but everyone has to pass this hurdle.

"If you can't do it, then you can't do it." Zhang Xinjie took a deep look at Zhang Jiale, "It's not a bad thing to be full of emotions, it's just a point of suffering."

Zhang Jiale laughed "haha", reached out and patted Zhang Xinjie's shoulder vigorously: "Well said."

He sent Zhang Xinjie downstairs in the dormitory all the way, explained the precautions for maintaining the cervical spine, and did not forget to make an appointment with him for the next follow-up visit, and finally watched him go upstairs before reluctantly embarking on the return journey.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone down gently, and the ginkgo leaves that covered the ground shone as if they were plated with gold. Zhang Jiale stepped on it, feeling like a dream.

He took out his mobile phone to call Han Wenqing, but the voice on the other side was "The person you dialed is currently on the phone." He guessed that Zhang Xinjie had already contacted Han Wenqing, so he put the phone back in his pocket and slapped his ass. Sitting on the curb, I played with a wild cat on the side of the road.

The facts were indeed the same - as soon as Zhang Xinjie returned to the dormitory, he called Han Wenqing and said, "How are you doing?" Han Wenqing knew that he had been "sold" by Zhang Jiale.

"It's nothing," he replied calmly, "I just finished a meeting at the club and continued to deal with it coldly. I guess it's time to stop. If we make any noise now, it will only add to the chaos."

"What about the alliance?"

Well, the co-author himself was sold out by Zhang Jiale.Han Wenqing slandered Zhang Jiale, the "pig teammate", and continued to explain patiently: "Don't worry, the Alliance has no legitimate reason to trouble Tyranny. I don't believe they dare to make a big deal out of it first."

Zhang Xinjie was silent. He had to admit that this was also a feasible solution - it was one thing for things to be fermented on the Internet, but it was another thing to be "stamped" by the alliance.

But he was still a little apprehensive, and before he had time to ask any more questions, Han Wenqing on the other end had already asked, "How is your health?"

"Didn't you let Zhang Jiale stare at me?" Zhang Xinjie replied dumbfoundedly, "He has already decided to supervise my recovery every day, so don't worry about it."

Han Wenqing, who was "debunked", felt confident: "That's fine, I feel relieved if someone is staring at me."

"Then do I have to find someone to watch you? I think our manager is a good candidate..."

"Zhang Xinjie, are you finished?"

"Oh no..." Zhang Xinjie continued on his own, "He's venting the same nostrils as you... How about I call your mother?"

"Don't make trouble!" Han Wenqing on the other end of the phone covered his face, "Can you stop torturing me for a while?"

"Then you take care of yourself—"

"understood."

TBC