Others have no idea what's going on now.

He Zhou stood one meter away from them, looking over cautiously, fearing that his proud brother would suddenly become angry and hit him on the head.

Wu Weicheng held the basketball stupidly, looking at this and that, but he didn't dare to speak first.

Peng Chengcheng remained silent as usual.

Zheng Que, on the other hand, put his hands on his hips and laughed heartlessly from behind: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, what are you two doing? Playing with Russian matryoshka dolls?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and looked away from Ying Jiao. His palms were wet with sweat and his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly speak. His mind was in a mess, but he was still thinking about Ying Jiao subconsciously: "I, I can't move..."

Stop it, hurry up and get it done."

Yingjiao's eyes froze, and he could no longer say those saucy words that were already on his lips.

In that electric moment just now, he thought about many kinds of Jing Ci's reactions in his mind.

You might be embarrassed, angry, or even disgusted, but you never thought he would say such a thing.

Jing Ci was thin-skinned, and his expression was extremely unnatural at this moment. He looked like he was about to snap up. Yingjiao was ready to be kicked by him, but in the end...

Ying Jiao closed her eyes and suppressed the throbbing in her heart to prevent herself from losing her composure.

How could there be such a well-behaved and good person like Jing Ci in this world, so much so that every day, he liked him more than the day before.

He looked at Jing Ci's red ears and sighed inwardly.

This little fool, if he doesn't move, he will have to be like this for the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry," Yingjiao rubbed his head and apologized, "I've embarrassed you."

"...No," Jing Ci lay on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall violently, and shrank his fingertips: "You didn't mean it."

Yingjiao took a breath and said helplessly, "Don't tease me anymore."

If you continue to tease me, you will really get angry.

"Huh?" Jing Ci was confused.

"It's nothing." Yingjiao calmed down, raised his eyes to look at He Zhou, and said in a hoarse voice: "Old He, throw my school uniform over here."

"Oh oh oh." He Zhou felt that he had escaped, and without asking why, he obediently handed him the school uniform.

"You get up first, don't worry, no one will notice." Yingjiao let go of Jing Ci's waist and lowered his voice: "Did you fall?"

"No." Jing Ci looked around calmly, and in order to cover up Yingjiao, he got up little by little in an awkward posture.

Yingjiao felt sore and weak at his slow and considerate movements. When he came along, he immediately put his school uniform between his legs and sat up with one of his long legs.

At this moment, Yingjiao felt severe pain in his elbow and back.

He was afraid that Jing Ci would feel guilty, so he covered it up quietly, waiting for the reaction to fade away with an expressionless face.

"Brother Jiao, are you okay?" Seeing that he couldn't get up for a long time, He Zhou became anxious and said, "Is your foot sprained? Or can't you use your waist anymore?"

Who is his arrogant brother? He is not afraid even with a knife on his neck. When has there ever been a time when he couldn't get up?

It seems that the fall was really serious this time.

"Shall I help you up?" He Zhou said, reaching out to pull Yingjiao up.

Yingjiao glanced at him, avoided his hand, and sneered: "Thank you, my waist is very good."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and wrapped the two sleeves of his school uniform jacket around his waist and tied it into a knot. The hanging part could just block the front.

Yingjiao stood up, pulled Jing Ci and left: "You guys play, we will go over there to rest for a while."

"Oh." He Zhou nodded blankly, and after a while, he turned to Zheng Que: "Did something happen to them just now that we don't know about?"

Zheng Que shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."

"Forget it, don't care what they do." He Zhou took the basketball from Wu Weicheng's hand and patted it on the ground twice: "Come on, let's continue."

At the horizontal bar, Yingjiao's physiological reaction had subsided. He took off his school uniform and was about to put it on when Jing Ci reached out to stop him.

"What's wrong?"

Jing Ci took the coat out of his hands and suddenly said, "Close your eyes."

"What are you doing?" Yingjiao glanced at him and smiled angrily: "Want to take the opportunity to secretly kiss me?"

He lowered his head and came close to Jing Ci: "What's the relationship between us? If you want to kiss, you don't need to steal. I..."

Jing Ci stretched out his hand to cover his mouth with a familiar touch, and said calmly: "Let me see the injuries on your body."

Yingjiao was stunned, his eyes softened involuntarily, he stopped talking and closed his eyes obediently.

Jing Ji carefully pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.

When Yingjiao fell to the ground, he propped himself up with his elbows. Both elbows were completely broken now and were bleeding continuously. Fortunately, he was wearing a black sweater today, otherwise he would have been injured when he saw the blood stains.

Add halo.

The elbows are like this, but what about the body?

Jing Ci suddenly didn't dare to continue reading.

"It's okay," Ying Jiao almost knew that he was injured. He listened to Jing Ci's silence for a long time, thinking that he was feeling guilty, so he said nonchalantly: "How can a man not bleed a little."

He quickly pulled down the sleeves of his sweater and opened his eyes: "Okay, stop looking at it. This minor injury will be healed in a few days."

Jing Ci suddenly stood up, picked up his schoolbag hanging on the horizontal bar, and said to Yingjiao, "Let's go to the school doctor's office."

Yingjiao smiled: "No, it's not a big deal."

The get out of class bell rang on occasion.

Yingjiao continued: "Listen, get out of class is over. If you go back, you will delay class. The next period is math class."

Jing Ci didn't say anything, just looked at him motionless.

When Jing Ci had a straight face, he looked a little cold. People who were unfamiliar with him would subconsciously take a detour when they saw him like this. But Ying Jiao's eyes automatically showed him nestled in his arms with a blushing face.

It's soft and cute, so cute that you just want to hold it and kiss it.

Who can withstand being looked at by him like this?

Yingjiao compromised within a few seconds: "Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you."

After receiving his answer, Jing Ci raised his feet and was about to move forward. As soon as he took a step forward, his schoolbag was grabbed by Ying Jiao from behind.

"I'll carry it."

Jing Ci looked at his hands hesitantly.

"It's just a fall, you're already so fragile." Yingjiao threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, moved his arms vigorously twice, and smiled sideways at Jing Ci: "Let alone carrying a schoolbag, I can't even carry you to the school doctor's office.

Question, do you want to try it?"

Jing Ci paused, and his heartbeat that had just calmed down started to beat faster again.

He ignored Yingjiao and walked quickly to the school doctor's office.

Yingjiao looked at his hurried back, smiled, raised his feet and chased after him.

Thanks to He Zhou's size, when Ying Jiao fell down holding Jing Ci, the impact was very strong and he was seriously injured.

In addition to his elbow, there was also a large scrape on his back. There was blood all around and it looked very scary.

"This is a serious injury." The school doctor replaced him with an iodine cotton ball and while cleaning the blood around the wound, he sighed: "If you are more aggressive, the flesh will fall off."

Ying Jiao frowned when he saw Jing Ci lowering his eyes and saying nothing, feeling a little annoyed at the school doctor's talkativeness.

"It's not a big deal," Yingjiao endured the pain and pulled Jing Ji to sit next to him. He didn't let him see the wound on his back anymore and deliberately changed the subject: "I didn't ask you just now, did the exam go well?"

"Very good," Jing Ci replied simply, picked up the medical cotton cloth next to him and said to Yingjiao, "Close your eyes."

Yingjiao laughed: "No need to bandage..."

"Yes." Jing Ci insisted.

He lives alone, what if he accidentally sees it and faints?

Yingjiao had no choice but to close his eyes and let him wrap his elbows around and around again.

Before the doctor had finished treating the wound on the back, the school bell rang.

"I asked He Zhou to ask for leave," Ying Jiao picked up the phone and just said that, a message from He Zhou popped up on the screen, asking where he and Jing had left and why they hadn't come back yet.

"What a coincidence." Yingjiao unlocked the phone and opened the WeChat group——

[Jiao]: School doctor’s office.

[Jiao]: Please ask Lao Liu for a leave of absence for us two. We should be able to go back within ten minutes.

After receiving the news, He Zhou's hands shook and he felt extremely guilty.

Did Yingjiao fall particularly badly?

All these people who never wanted to go to the hospital went to the school doctor's office...

[Peng Chengcheng]: What’s wrong?

[Uncle He Family]: Brother Jiao, are you okay?
To be continued...