Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 40 Arrival of the second-degree illness: A young man who does not fall into the second-degree disease [3]

"It is said that after he walked out of the third class of the first grade that day, Kamimori Fuyao washed Suixing with blood..." I held the news agency newspaper in my hand, and my voice trembled.

"That guy...will not be merciful at all. Hiss—" With a sudden inhalation, Qi Dinglan seemed to open the wound again.

As for the injury of the bastard Qi Dinglan, I am almost sure that it was because of Lun Yuxi's words to Shangsen Datian that aroused his desire to fight.

"Damn it...it's hurting me to death... hiss—"Qi Dinglan's medicine sounded like she jumped off a building.

"Let go, I'll come."

I stood "condescendingly" by the sofa and looked at the big bastard sitting on the sofa who tried to heal himself but got worse, a trace of helplessness flashed in his purple eyes.

"My uncle knows how to apply medicine himself!" Qi Dinglan's icy blue eyes suddenly stared over, with an expression of "there is nothing his uncle can't do", like a groundhog with wide-eyed eyes.

"...Do you think I'm willing to give you medicine? Isn't it because your blood stained the sofa I just tidied up red, and if it's red, do you wash it or should I wash it?"

"..." Qi Dinglan fell silent for a moment, probably getting a little bit more spirited from being killed by Uemori.

I picked up the cotton swab in his hand and carefully helped him apply medicine to the wound where the stitches had just been removed. It wasn't because of his own bravery that he tore the wound just right, but Kamimori was too ruthless.

A drop of red viscous liquid dripped onto the back of my fair hand, the second drop, the third drop...

"Qi Dinglan, do you think your nose is a faucet? You don't think it's dirty, I do." Qi Dinglan must be anemic, and I've seen nosebleeds a few times since I came to Broken Star.

Qi Dinglan blushed and her heart beat, she turned her head awkwardly and covered her nose, but she didn't look at the long purple hair and tender white neck beside her.

However, the blood that continues to flow out may be about to become a disaster.

"Block it." I took out a white handkerchief and handed it to him.

I suspect that if I don't give him this handkerchief, this guy will bleed to death, his arms and nose go in both directions, all of them are bleeding from 'gudonggudong'.

"Let me ask you, can you beat Kamisen Daiten?"

"..." Don't blush, you bastard, you can still be brave even if you can't beat him, is this his grandpa's flamboyant style.

"Hey, you bastard Qi Dinglan, if you get beaten to death by Shangsen Datianshen one day, don't come to me as a ghost." I'm afraid of being possessed by evil spirits.

"Hmph... how could my uncle do such an unglamorous thing." Qi Dinglan finally responded, and accompanied by her usual arrogant tone, her icy blue eyes sparkled.

After wrapping the bandage, he pinched his injured arm with his fingers, and only raised the corners of his mouth when he heard a muffled groan.

Asshole Qi Dinglan, there is a price to pay for narcissism.

"Crackling, crackling..." The computer keyboard was knocked loudly, and the small sound spread in the air.

"...Baidu, Second Second Disease." I finally found it by pressing the search button with the mouse.

"Second Second Disease literally means... some pathological self-awareness of some teenagers in the second grade of junior high school. No... Next, let's look at it, 'excessive self-awareness'! 'Irritability and disgust towards opponents'!" Self-centered'... It seems that Uemori Daitenjin is in the late stage, and this disease...can be cured." Looking at the computer screen with blue light, my little heart couldn't calm down again.

From a preliminary understanding, there is probably only one sentence that can be used to summarize.

People who are not in the middle of nowhere are juveniles.

(End of this chapter)