After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 44 Topic
When taking the medicine, Ye Wanwan's tears rolled in the corners of her eyes in pain, but she still held back her silence.

Lu Qingjue looked up at the painful mask on the girl's face, and the movements of his hands were much gentler.

"Ah Jue, did I drag you down?" Ye Wanwan said dejectedly.

With Mr. Lu's skill, the dagger should be able to dodge, but she cared about it and rushed over directly.

The girl's muffled voice came to her ears, and Lu Qingjue paused for a moment to tie the bandage.

He looked up at Ye Wan Wan's eyes full of water: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Ye Wanwan bit the corner of her lips.

Those are real knives, it hurts when you stab them, and you may die, how can you not be afraid?
Then why come.Lu Qing never said this.

"But I'm more afraid that you'll get hurt." Ye Wanwan blinked, and stretched out her other hand to poke Lu Qingjue's delicate face.

Lu Qingjue lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered, leaving a shadow in his eyes.

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Ye Wanwan's right hand was injured, and her daily life became very inconvenient.

Such as eating, bathing, doing homework, etc.

Because of the wound on her arm, she couldn't touch the water, and she hadn't bathed for two days.

Sitting next to her sweetheart now, she felt very awkward, and was afraid that Mr. Lu would smell something unspeakable.

However, there was nothing but the smell of disinfectant.

Ye Wanwan supported her head with her left hand and was doing her homework with a pen in her right hand. She tried not to toss her arms because she was afraid of pain.

When writing, the posture of holding the pen has not changed, but the movement is a bit awkward, and it will hurt after lifting it for a long time.

"Ugh……"

Ye Wanwan sighed, and let go of her pen after finishing her homework.

Hearing her sigh, Lu Qingjue glanced at her calmly.

This class is a mathematics class. Ruan Qin asked the students to do exercises in class first, and then gave a lecture.

Her teaching mode is to let the students go to the podium to explain the questions to everyone, which is very impressive. She will only explain the difficult problems that the students do not know.

Ruan Qin stood on the podium and glanced at all the students in the classroom.

The students in class four were stared into a panic, and they all sat upright, not daring to make mistakes, waiting for what Ruan Niangniang would say next.

Ruan Qin showed a "friendly" smile on her face, patted the blackboard and said, "Next, I would like to invite a classmate to come to the podium to explain the problem I just did. Is there anyone who volunteers to raise their hands?"

"..." The classroom was silent, as if a needle could be heard on the ground.

Only Lu Qingjue's voice of turning the pages of the book was very strange, but Ruan Qin didn't intend to beat him at all.

The first grade, speaking these questions is not difficult, and it will not play the role of exercising comprehension ability at all.

No one raised their hands, and the smile on Ruan Qin's face gradually disappeared. She picked up the roll call and prepared to roll the roll directly.

Ye Wanwan shrank her neck, and even wanted to cover herself with a book.

Don't see me, don't see me!

If she is usually willing to establish a good image in front of the teacher, but now her right hand is injured, it will definitely hurt when she raises her hand to write.

She is afraid of pain, so she doesn't want to go.

Ruan Qin picked up the roster and called a random name: "Ye Wanwan."

The glorious winner Ye Wanwan: "..."

Should she fill the glory crystal with this European spirit?

Ye Wanwan sighed inwardly, and had no choice but to raise her head from the book. Just as she was about to stand up, a strong hand pressed her shoulder.

Before Ruan Qin urged, Lu Qingjue stood up from his seat and said calmly, "Teacher, I want to talk."

He said he wanted to.

Ruan Qin froze for a moment, then quickly signaled him to come up.Since the number one in the grade wants to talk, she is not good at dampening people's enthusiasm.

Lu Qingjue stood on the podium, holding chalk while writing and explaining his ideas: "The domain of definition of a function is the value range of the independent variable x, which is generally converted to solve the inequality..."

The boy's voice was clean and a little hoarse, but it sounded nice to the ears.

After Lu Qingjue finished speaking, he put the chalk into the box and returned to his seat.

Ye Wanwan's small head came closer, "Ah Jue, you speak very well."

Lu Qingjue picked up the pen and did not speak.

Seeing that Lu Qing ignored him, she stretched out her finger to poke his arm, and asked again: "Ah Jue, did you take the initiative to come on stage just now to help me?"

This time Lu Qingjue spoke.

"No."

"Hey, I don't believe it either."

The girl's fingers brushed over the edge of the book, with a sly smile in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)