Jing Ci followed Yingjiao out of the toilet, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and found a bloody nose.

The boy was very aggressive from the beginning.

Jing Ci suddenly had the urge to turn around and hit him with the mop a few more times.

Ying Jiao walked in front, carefully thinking about Jing Ci's abnormality today. When he came back to his senses, he found that the person next to him was missing. When he turned around, Jing Ci stood motionless behind him, covering his face with his right hand.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked back and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, it doesn't matter." Jing Ci put down his hand: "It's bleeding. I'll go back and wash it off."

Jing Ci bled a lot, and he wiped it with his hand again. Half of his face was blood red. The visual impact in that moment was truly thrilling.

Yingjiao's head buzzed, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Jing Ci wanted to walk back, but seeing that Yingjiao was not in the right state, he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it: "There is a lot of blood on my face?"

"Don't move!" A layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Yingjiao's forehead, and his stomach felt faint. He closed his eyes, grabbed Jing Ci's wrist, and stopped his movements.

"Were you injured just now?" Jing Ji failed to grasp the key point, thinking that Ying Jiao's problem was caused by being beaten. He looked back in the direction of the toilet, feeling a little worried.

After beating that boy, he was forced to be tied up with Yingjiao. Looking at Yingjiao like this, he was probably seriously injured, and his fighting ability was not good.

If that group of people came out now, the two of them would have almost no resistance and could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

At the critical moment, Jing Ci remained calm and composed. He pursed his lips, suddenly pinched Yingjiao's arm hard, and said rationally: "Hold on, you will have to hold on until you are out of the toilet."

He showed no mercy with this pinch, forcefully pulling Yingjiao out of her dizziness.

Yingjiao: "..."

Yingjiao hissed and subconsciously looked towards the painful place: "You damn..."

Jing Ci's hand was stained with blood, and when it came into contact with Yingjiao's skin, he naturally rubbed the blood on it. As soon as Yingjiao lowered his eyes, his eyes were filled with the blood.

Yingjiao stumbled and fell onto Jing Ci.

What's going on? Jing Ci was confused.

Jing Ci carefully recalled the scene just now, then looked at his own hands, then at Yingjiao's blood-stained arm, and then at the person pressing on him...

After repeating this process several times, I finally came to a jaw-dropping conclusion: Yingjiao, the school bully of Experimental Middle School, is known as Brother Jiao!

He... was bleeding.

No wonder the original book says that Yingjiao never slaps anyone in the face in a fight, and he never beats anyone to a bloody head.

Co-authoring this point made countless book fans scream and cry out to give Ying Jiao a monkey, and even gave him the title of "school bully gentleman" for this reason. It turned out that it was not because of other people's ruthlessness.

It's an internal injury! It's not because he is graceful and always saves a little face when he strikes!

But because he was bleeding!

Jing Ci lowered his head. He had just defeated a group of people's humanoid nuclear bombs easily in a one-on-one fight in the toilet. At this moment, he was leaning against his chest with a frown, as harmless as a large pillow.

Jing Ci was silent for a while before accepting this fact.

He pushed Yingjiao: "Can you still get up?"

Yingjiao didn't respond.

Jing Ci pushed him again and said calmly: "If you don't get up, the others from behind will come."

Yingjiao frowned, but still didn't respond.

Just when Jing Ji wanted to pinch him again, Ying Jiao suddenly held down his hand with difficulty.

Seeing that he was conscious, Jing Ci tentatively asked, "Shall I take you to the infirmary?"

Yingjiao closed his eyes for a while and gently ground his teeth: "Clean up your face."

Jing Ci said honestly: "I can't see."

Yingjiao let out a breath, took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on Jing Ci's head.

A minute later, Jing Ci, whose face was covered by the school uniform, with only two eyes exposed, curled up his right hand to support the half-paralyzed school bully with a cold face, and staggered forward.

Three minutes later, the two of them stood there, motionless, basking in the hot autumn sun, like two salted fish waiting for moisture to be dried.

The dizziness in Yingjiao's mind has not passed yet, so he can only lean most of his body weight on Jing Ci. He closed his eyes and sneered: "You are addicted to support and can't bear to leave?"

Jing Ci turned to look at him.

Yingjiao could feel his gaze without opening her eyes, and said lazily: "What's wrong? Are you handsome?"

"He's quite handsome," Jing Ci replied seriously, paused, and said, "I just wanted to ask you, where is the school doctor's office?"

Yingjiao: "..."

Yingjiao closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "You have been in the provincial laboratory for a year, and you have to go to the school doctor's office every once in a while because you are beaten. The time you spend in the school doctor's office is longer than the time in the classroom. Now tell me, you

Don’t know how to get to the school doctor’s office?”

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci looked fearless: "You can tell me or not, or I will leave you here."

Yingjiao: "..."

Damn it, why is this little pervert so weird today?

Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the school doctor's office with difficulty.

Yingjiao's haemorrhage was quite serious, but fortunately he didn't need to be tested for glucose. The school doctor made a hospital bed for him and asked him to lie down for about five minutes. He then ordered Jing Ci to pour a cup of hot water to cool it down, and then fed him after five minutes.

.

After Yingjiao was settled, Jing Ci took off his school uniform and borrowed some water from the school doctor to wash his hands and face.

The school doctor stood aside and watched for a while. Seeing that he couldn't wash in the right place, he moved a chair and put it in front of the half-length mirror. He picked up the basin of water and put it on the stool. He said to Jing Ci: "Wash in front of the mirror.

"

Jing Ci paused his hands slightly, lowered his eyes and walked to the half-length mirror.

"You kids, if you don't study hard every day and only think about making trouble, you will regret it in the future." The school doctor adjusted the direction of his chair while nagging: "You will understand when you are my age.

I really envy you all..."

Pointing to the small scratch on Jing Ci's cheek, he said, "You are lucky this time, the injury was minor. Otherwise, such a beautiful face would have scars. I won't regret it after seeing you."

As the school doctor said, he couldn't help but glance at the mirror again.

The boy in the mirror has a fair complexion and delicate facial features. The eyelashes are long and thick, like two small fans. Because he lowers his eyes, the eye shape is completely outlined by the eyelashes. The tail of the eye is slightly upward, as if it has its own eyeliner.

When he smiles, he is cold and beautiful. When he purses his lips in embarrassment, he has a handsome and youthful air.

Not even a mess of shit-yellow hair can hide this outstanding face.

Jing Ci stiffened, and slowly raised his eyes with trembling eyelashes. He thought for a few seconds before looking at the dusty mirror.

When he saw it, he was stunned and didn't even know that the school doctor had wiped some iodine on his face.

This face... He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It looked exactly like his original face, even the small red mole on his earlobe was exactly the same.

"You must be scared." The school nurse shook her head, thinking, after all, she is still a child.

"Don't mess around next time."

Exactly the same name, exactly the same face, what the hell is going on?

Jing Ci digested it for a moment, then suppressed the shock and doubts in his heart and thanked the school doctor seriously: "I understand, thank you."

Yingjiao had almost calmed down now. Hearing Jing Ci's answer, he opened his eyes in surprise.

When did this little pervert become so polite?

He shouldn't have said with a sullen face as usual: "It's none of your business."

Yingjiao took a sip of water and lowered his eyes to hide the confusion in his eyes.

"Let me wipe your arm for you." Jing Ci actually didn't want to have more contact with Yingjiao, but firstly, the blood stains were rubbed on by himself, and secondly, when he sent the Buddha to the west, there were ninety-nine steps ahead.

Let's go, not missing the last step.

Yingjiao heard this and stretched out his arms.

Jing Ci's strength was neither light nor heavy, just right. Yingjiao narrowed his eyes comfortably and suddenly smiled.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him, as if asking him why he was smiling.

"Okay, little brother, the routine is very smooth."

Jing Ci looked confused.

"When you rubbed the blood on my body, were you thinking about this scene?" Ying Jiao raised her lips: "How does it feel to finally touch the arm of your sweetheart after chasing him for a year?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci stuffed his arms back into the quilt with an indifferent expression, stood up and stayed away from him, without answering.

"I'm going back."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already past three in the afternoon. He had to go out to get his hair dyed and cut. He didn't know how long it would take. It would be bad if he missed his evening self-study.
To be continued...