Han Yutong ignored the busy gazes of everyone in the Internet cafe and dragged Jiang Chen's schoolbag strap all the way out of the Internet cafe.
"I'm fine..." Jiang Chen wanted to explain weakly.
"Shut up!"
Han Yutong glared at him with red eyes, and then called a taxi.
She almost forced Jiang Chen into the back seat of the taxi and said to the driver.
"Take us to the clinic."
The two of them entered the clinic. The doctor looked at Han Yutong and thought something serious had happened, so he quickly diagnosed Jiang Chen.
However, after repeated inspections by him, Jiang Chen had no problem at all and was healthier than him.
It's just that the hand was swollen.
The doctor suddenly lost interest.
That's it?
The doctor, who felt that she was overqualified, opened a bottle of safflower oil for Han Yutong and told her to apply it and it would be fine within two days.
"Take it."
On the way home, Han Yutong reluctantly handed him the safflower oil in his hand.
Jiang Chen wanted to comfort the little girl: "Look, I told you that nothing happened."
"My hands are swollen and I still say nothing's wrong. I deserve to be hurt to death."
Han Yutong gritted his teeth and squeezed the beaten hand hard.
The pain made Jiang Chen twitch.
Seeing Jiang Chen sweating in pain, Han Yutong had no sympathy at all.
He's obviously fine!
Thinking of the scene where she shouted loudly in the Internet cafe and attracted everyone's attention, her face felt a little hot now.
What a shame...
Han Yutong became even more unhappy when she thought of this. She didn't say another word until the two parted.
Jiang Chen, who had returned home, did not dare to show his hands easily again. He said hello to Sun Yuhong, who had returned home early, and hurried back to study.
At about ten o'clock, there was a sound of opening the door outside the house.
After a while, Jiang Zhiwei pushed open Jiang Chen's bedroom. Father Jiang, who thought his son was reading a novel again, stared at his son who was studying on the table and was stunned for a long time.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Jiang Chen turned around and asked.
"Ah, study hard, dad won't disturb you anymore."
Jiang Zhiwei looked at the paper being written on Jiang Chen's desk, his voice became much softer, he finished his words and quietly closed the door and left.
Jiang Chen continued to study, and the roar of the microwave was heard outside the house.
Later, Father Jiang appeared in Jiang Chen's bedroom again, but this time he didn't say much, put the hot milk cup on the table, and turned around to leave.
You can still vaguely hear the conversation between your parents in the living room.
"I told you to leave your son alone. How can you, a junior high school graduate, know better about studying than my son?"
"Forget it, our son has become more and more motivated recently, which is a good thing!"
"I told you a long time ago, our son knows everything, he is very worry-free, and he is much better than other people's children!"
"Stop saying a few words. Our house is not soundproofed, so you have to let him hear it?"
"..."
Jiang Chen was writing papers and listening to the conversation between his parents. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.
That’s all, let’s study hard.
…
The podium is still empty. In addition to attending classes, Tan Xinrong spends all his self-study time tutoring students.
The grades of the students he teaches have nothing to do with him, so he might as well take advantage of this time to tutor a few more students.
Jiang Chen came to the classroom and found Han Yutong's schoolbag there, but the person was missing. He was stunned for a long time.
After asking the person at the back table, she was told that Han Yutong put down her schoolbag and went out without saying where she was going.
Jiang Chen didn't take it seriously, thinking that nothing would happen at school, so he opened the book and started studying.
After class at noon, Xie Zitong came over and said.
"Are you okay, brother? Yesterday, Tiger specially called me over and asked me for a long time."
"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Chen spread out his left hand, which was still swollen, "I just got hit a few times by the tiger."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how many blows did this take?" Xie Zitong made a tsk-tsk sound in his mouth, and he said again for the purpose of comforting his good brother.
"But be content. I just passed by the director's office and saw that dirty guy yesterday. He was beaten, kicked and even slapped on the palms of his hands by a tiger. His hands were as swollen as steamed buns..."
"He was beaten too?"
Jiang Chen couldn't help but rejoice in his misfortune.
Xie Zitong couldn't suppress the smile on his face: "Tiger said he was punished with a second degree for falsely accusing a classmate, so he was beaten really hard..."
"Dirty bitch, you deserve it!"
"You deserve it!"
The two brothers commented in unison.
"What do you mean, let's go to dinner together?" Xie Zitong said, still holding the basketball in his hand.
"Forget it for today, I'll have something to do later."
"Sure, but you have to be careful." Xie Zitong whispered, "Don't let Han Yutong know about your feat yesterday, be careful she beats you."
"Do you think I'm afraid of women?" Jiang Chen didn't take it seriously.
"Brother Jiang is so stubborn. I'll tell Han Yutong when she comes back." Xie Zi gave a thumbs up on the phone and was pulled by Jiang Chen just as he was about to leave.
"But you also have to understand that it is better to do less than to do more..."
Jiang Chen lowered his voice.
Then he showed a look that you know.
Xie Zitong laughed, patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder and left: "Don't worry, I won't spread rumors with others."
"Thanks, buddy, I'll treat you to KFC tonight."
Jiang Chen stayed in the class until noon. As agreed, Jiang Chen went to the equipment room to find Lin Shirou.
The door of the equipment room was opened a crack, Jiang Chen pushed the door open and went in. Lin Shirou was waiting for him there with the key.
The physics equipment room of the county high school is well-equipped, but it is never used. The voltmeter and ammeter are covered with a thick layer of dust.
"Speak here without being seen."
Lin Shirou locked the door and took out a box of plaster from her school uniform pocket.
"Let me see your hands."
"Actually, there's nothing wrong." Jiang Chen spread his palms and Lin Shirou looked at them for a while, then nodded.
"Okay, put it on and the swelling should subside soon."
"Thanks."
"No need...and there is..."
Lin Shirou looked at Jiang Chen with gentle eyes.
"It was inconvenient to talk in the hallway yesterday, but I'm here to express my gratitude to you today."
"grateful?"
"I'm very grateful for your bravery yesterday... No one else would have dared to speak like that in front of Director Wang." Lin Shirou said softly.
Although Jiang Chen's words were a bit vulgar, his bravery left a deep impression on her.
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "You spoke for me on the court. I'm so sorry for letting you get stuck."
"And..." Lin Shirou hesitated.
"what else?"
Lin Shirou shook her head and said:
"I hope you can let go of your crush on me. You are so good at studying, so don't ruin your future because of impulsiveness."
"I am a mutilated bird, destined to be unable to fly side by side with those normal birds." She said slowly.
"It's not that serious..." Jiang Chen scratched his head and said.
"If you were a flighty person, I wouldn't say that."
Lin Shirou hesitated and said.
"You are a good person, so I want to clearly reject you and let you give up. This will be good for you and me."
Jiang Chen, who liked to mention the good guy card, didn't flinch. Lin Shirou took the initiative to call him, which meant that the other party definitely didn't have any feelings.
Otherwise, given the other person’s personality, it would be difficult to see this side of him.
He didn't want to miss this opportunity and said:
"Then just being friends wouldn't be nice, right?"
Lin Shirou looked at him: "Be friends?"
"Yeah, don't we know each other without fighting?"
"This sentence should not be used here..."
"It doesn't matter, my Chinese is not good anyway."
Jiang Chen smiled, not entangled in this issue, looked at her hand and said.
"You said before that you have a disability, which probably refers to your cold body. Your hands are as cold as ice."
"Yes." Lin Shirou's voice was a little sentimental.
Jiang Chen said: "Then what if I can cure your disability?"
