She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 712 [Extra] School bully Yu Wei (3)

Cursing her lips, Lin Qingyou stretched out her hand to push away the clear soup in front of her, picked up a piece of small ribs and lowered her head to gnaw silently.

When the two of them didn't speak, the atmosphere at the table became dull.

Silence, silence, still silence.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

How should I put it, this meal is not like a meal, but rather like offering sacrifices to someone.

After eating this restless dinner, Lin Qingyou nestled on the sofa and began to reflect, why was she the one who got hurt, and she was the one who felt guilty?

Why does Jing Xing, a normal person, seem to be happier than her?

Lin Qingyou thought about it for a while, then switched the roles of the two, and finally had to admit, well, there really was a reason for Jing Xing's displeasure.

If this matter happened to Jing Xing today, she would be holding her temper if she didn't throw the ashtray on the man's head.

When Jing Xing finished his work and entered the bedroom, the disabled brand glutinous rice dumpling had just been lying on the bed. He went over, got on the bed from the other side, and turned off the light without saying a word.

In the darkness, Lin Qingyou blinked, and moved towards Jing Xing's arms like a kitten.

Jing Xing carefully avoided the wound on her arm, clasped her five fingers, and fixed her wrist so as not to rub her anywhere.

When she was injured at first, Lin Qingyou didn't feel any special pain, but after the effect of the anesthetic wears off, the wound on her arm finally began to act like a monster belatedly.

This kind of pain is not the same as the dull pain of the skin and flesh when practicing boxing and Sanda in the past. The place where the stitches are stitched seems to be pierced by a sharp needle point, and then spread to every nerve ending, and then flow through the blood vessels. The blood gradually spread in the body, and even the five meridians and ten collaterals were hurting.

It seems that half of the arm is so painful that it is numb.

Lin Qingyou tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep, until around twelve o'clock, she suddenly sighed softly, and opened her eyes without feeling sleepy.

Just when she moved, before she sat up, Lin Qingyou felt that Jing Xing exerted a little force on the knuckles of her hand.

"I know you're in pain." Jing Xing didn't fall asleep either, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "But there's nothing you can do. Be good, don't move around, and be careful not to touch it."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's arm hurt, Jing Xing looked at her with distress, but the stitches were on her body, and he had nothing to do, he could only rub her shoulder socket comfortingly.

The medical school has regular prescriptions and infirmaries, and instead of going to the hospital to change the dressings, Lin Qingyou came directly to the school for convenience.

When changing the dressing, Jing Xing stood at the door of the infirmary, leaning against the white door frame, looking this way with no expression on his face.

I don't know if it was because Jing Xing's eyes were too oppressive, or because he was a little guilty when facing the victim's family, but the primary school girl's hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the alcohol cotton ball.

Lin Qingyou looked at her twitching hands and became worried: "Sister, are you okay?"

The elementary school girl was about to cry, and Xizi held her heart and said, "Sister, can you ask the senior to wait outside? I feel that the temperature in this room has dropped, and the air conditioner can't even turn it on at thirty degrees." Use, look, my hand is shaking all the time, I can't hold it with tweezers, let alone hold alcohol cotton balls."

"..."

Lin Qingyou turned her head and glanced at someone who was very present at the door, and gave her a look quietly.

Jing Xing stared for a moment, then looked away with a flat expression, and went out to wait in the corridor not very happy.

After changing the medicine, the elementary school girl still had a look of shock on her face: "Senior sister, you must not tell the senior that you were injured to save me, or I feel that he will strangle me on the spot."

"..."

After many years, the effect of the school bully classmate is still at the level of the outstanding players of the national team.

(End of this chapter)