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When the sun was setting, Jiang Miao heard the sound of the outside door being slammed shut, and then walked out of the room with a sigh of relief, found a few pieces of ice wrapped in a towel and applied it to her face.

The living room was quiet. According to his past experience, Xie Shun had gone to play cards and would not come back until midnight.

More than an hour ago, Jiang Suqing called him and said that she had to work overtime until very late temporarily, so she couldn't come back and cook for him.

"Are you thanking uncle for being home?"

"exist."

Hearing that Xie Shun was at home, Jiang Suqing sighed lightly, "If he eats at home tonight, you can ask him what he would like to eat, the two of us find a restaurant to cook two or three dishes, and I will give you how much it cost, if If you are not here, you can solve it yourself, don't eat those junk fast food that is not nutritious."

"it is good."

To be honest, he was relieved to hear that Jiang Suqing would not come back immediately.

If she sees him the way he is now, then everything he has done will be in vain.

——He can accept that Xie Shun doesn't like him and hates him, as long as Xie Shun doesn't do anything to her, he doesn't care what he does.

There was nothing on the upper shelf of the refrigerator except eggs. He changed his shoes and went downstairs after the ice cream on his face melted. He went to the pharmacy to buy a mask and ointment for reducing swelling and pain, and then bought some food.

He followed the instructions from the pharmacy to apply ice and then hot compresses, and finally applied the ointment. The ointment tasted stronger than he expected, and it was a little stinging when applied.

The whole room was full of that smell. He finished the rest of his homework absent-mindedly, took a shower early and went to bed. As a result, the swelling disappeared a little the next morning, and the palm prints were still clear.

He hooked the corners of his mouth weakly, and the gloomy-eyed person in the mirror showed the same distorted expression.

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The result of lingering at home for so long is that he missed the usual bus 209, and then encountered a traffic jam in the morning rush hour. When he arrived at the school gate, he was less than 10 minutes away from class.

Old Tang was still wandering around the school gates as before, threatening those students who were about to be late so that they would not be lazy in such a place, "Hurry up, run, anyone who runs slower than me will hand in a 3000-word review to me at noon. "

He was urged to run for two steps by Old Tang, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door of the class.Zhuo Shuang had arrived a long time ago, and was talking to Wei Zhixun and Mei Jin in their seats. Seeing such a scene, all the psychological construction he had done before had failed, and his first reaction was to run away.

Don't let this man see his ugly face.

In the next second, Zhuo Shuang raised her head as if she had a heart-to-heart, and met his gaze.

I can't run away.He can't run away.He bravely walked into the classroom, put down his schoolbag, and whispered, "Let's go."

"I thought I was lucky enough to see our Jiang Xiaochou writing a review today...huh?" Zhuo Shuang didn't move, and his tone of speech was no longer so serious, "What's going on?"

He avoided the man's suspicious gaze, and said in a low voice, "I have a cold, and I don't want to infect others."

Before going out, he thought for a long time and decided to put on the mask he bought together yesterday, but it's one thing to cover it up, and another to be able to get away with it.

Zhuo Shuang frowned, wondering if she believed it or not, "Why did you suddenly catch a cold?"

He didn't really want to say more, he lowered his head, "I didn't pay attention when I was sleeping, I caught a cold."

Seeing Zhuo Shuang standing still, he was a little anxious, "Brother Zhuo, let me in..."

This time Zhuo Shuang finally listened to what he said, stood up slowly, and made way for a passage.

"I didn't pay attention just now."

Hearing what Zhuo Shuang said, he walked in with a sigh of relief, but he was grabbed by the wrist within two steps.

"I'm not afraid of being infected, let me see."

Zhuo Shuang forcefully pulled him in front of her, reaching out to take off his mask.

Before his hand touched the rope, he retreated instinctively, Zhuo Shuang's expression turned cold, and he asked dangerously, "Is there anything I can't see?"

"It's nothing, I really just have a cold..." He turned his head to try to avoid the persistent fingers, and then his jaw was pinched.

"What are you hiding?" Zhuo Shuang forcefully turned his face to face her, "Don't you think this is suspicious?"

"Zhuo Shuang, forget it..." Mei Jin saw that the atmosphere was too stiff, and tried to smooth things over, "Jiang Shou, you too, he just cares about you. Have you ever had chickenpox? If it's chickenpox..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhuo Shuang interrupted her coldly, "Don't interrupt."

Zhuo Shuang has always been very easy-going at ordinary times, smiling at everyone, at most occasionally making some harmless jokes with his mouth, so everyone thinks that he is a good talker, and Mei Jin is no exception.

She didn't expect to be scolded like this at all, she couldn't hold back her smile, and stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to cry or apologize.

Wei Zhixun covered his face, wailing in his heart what happened in the morning, he hadn't seen Zhuo Shuang like this for a long time, and the last time was a few years ago.

Zhuo Shuang didn't bother to care about her, and violently suppressed Jiang Shou's struggle, and pulled off the mask on his face.

Jiang Shou's skin is the kind of cold white that many girls secretly envy, even Mei Jin has quietly discussed with others whether he really can't get tanned, but at this moment, the smoother the surrounding skin is like white jade, the more it complements the skin. Those bright red marks were shocking.

Both Wei Zhixun and Mei Jin didn't care about their pettiness, and exclaimed at the same time—especially Wei Zhixun, when he was a child, he would be beaten by his parents when he was too rough. was typed out.

The secret that was painstakingly concealed was exposed to everyone's view, and Jiang Shou fell silent all of a sudden.

His long eyelashes drooped down, covering the bewilderment and despair in his pupils.

"You saw it."

Zhuo Shuang's expression was very complicated, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, "Well, I saw it, you don't think you can hide it from me, do you?"

There was a bit of resentment and trembling in Jiang Shou's voice, "But I don't want to show it to you."

In fact, Zhuo Shuang not only saw it, but also looked at it very carefully. He stared straight at the glaring red mark, as if he wanted to burn it through.

Where did Wei Zhixun think that the follow-up development of the matter would be so exciting, and he planned to care for him as a friend, "Jiangchou, you..."

"Shut up." Zhuo Shuang's voice was not very loud, but Wei Zhixun shuddered, "Go back to your seats, I'll handle this matter."

Wei Zhixun knew that this person was really angry, so he shut up obediently and sat back in his seat. Before he left, he pulled away Mei Jin who didn't know what happened.

Zhuo Shuang reached out her hand, wanted to touch it but dared not, and finally pressed lightly on the edge.

Jiang Shou subconsciously closed her eyes, so she didn't see Zhuo Shuang's eyes were even more eager.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt?" Zhuo Shuang suppressed the anger in his chest and said as gently as possible.

But Jiang Shou didn't buy it at all, "It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into the door. It just looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all."

Zhuo Shuang didn't believe his nonsense at all, "Who did it? Your mother beat you? Why did she beat you? Did you go to the hospital for an examination?"

He had more and more questions, Jiang Shou still gritted his teeth and refused to tell the truth.

"It's really nothing. My mother didn't call me. Don't ask about the rest."

Zhuo Shuang sneered, "Why can't I ask? My boyfriend was fine when I sent him home, but when I saw him again, he was beaten. It's not good at all. Why can't I ask?"

Self-study early in the morning, almost everyone in the class is here, even if Zhuo Shuang lowered the volume, there is a possibility of being heard.

Jiang Shou panicked and wanted to get away, but she didn't know that such a move angered Zhuo Shuang even more.

The anger towards the unknown murderer mixed with the irritability towards Jiang Shou's non-cooperation, and he felt the blood rushing to his head.He asked almost word by word, "I'll ask again for the last time, who did this, and why do you protect him so much?"

"I didn't..." Jiang Shou swallowed, and said weakly, "I didn't protect him."

"Then answer my question. I'll give you three seconds." Zhuo Shuang didn't want to go around in circles with him, and started counting down directly.

Countdown to zero.Jiangchou closed her eyes and shook her head lightly.

"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you. You really don't need to worry about it anymore, just treat it as if I was alone at home."

Zhuo Shuang narrowed his eyes, and slowly repeated his words, "You said, your business has nothing to do with me?"

After Jiangchou finished speaking, she also regretted it, and tried to defend herself, "I didn't mean that..."

"Okay, I got it, it has nothing to do with me." Zhuo Shuang let go of her hand and apologized simply, "I'm sorry, I was meddling in my own business. Class is about to start, please sit down."

"I'm not..." He stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence, "I mean this...I really didn't mean that."

Zhuo Shuang didn't want to hear such meaningless nonsense at all, so she raised her eyebrows, as if asking him whether he could make it through.

He knew that he should sit down quickly and hand in his homework for morning reading, but there was a big hole in his heart, and he couldn't be occupied by other things at all.He wanted to explain to this man but didn't know how to speak. For the first time in his life, he hated his clumsy tongue so much.

The morning self-study bell rang on time, and Teacher Li came in with the lesson plan between his arms, telling everyone to be quiet and not to talk.

"Jiangchou, why are you still standing? Sit down quickly, Zhuo Shuang can't sit down even if you stand there."

After being reprimanded by Mr. Li, he sat down numbly, and almost made a mistake in the homework to be handed over to the class representative.

He couldn't read a word of what was written in the textbook, "Brother Zhuo." He tentatively called Zhuo Shuang, "I..."

Zhuo Shuang ignored him at all.

This was the first time Zhuo Shuang gave him a cold face.In the past, even in the class of Mr. Li, the head teacher, this person would make a thousand unexpected little movements—sometimes a look in the eye, and sometimes a quiet handshake.

Only this time there was nothing, completely treating him as an air that didn't exist.

Is this person angry?He thought bitterly, Zhuo Shuang must be angry with him for being so ignorant.

Obviously this person is concerned about him, why would he say such hurtful words.Now that he is so uncomfortable, it is simply self-inflicted.

For a moment, he wanted to ask Zhuo Shuang to take care of himself again. He was willing to tell him the whole truth, but his rationality warned him not to do so.

As long as he thinks of Zhuo Shuang's reaction after knowing the truth, he can't help but be terrified.

The lies he had told became the biggest obstacle between them, and it was he who messed up his relationship with Zhuo Shuang himself.