Le Zhi would never avoid his sight at any time, and it was the same this time. He blinked slowly, with a relaxed expression, "Don't be afraid, you are not a bad person, how could you lead me as a bad person."

"Everyone wants me to become like you."

Song Yu twitched his lips, feeling that the answer was reasonable and could be guessed, but he was speechless for a moment.

"It's cold outside, come in."

·

I thought Song Yu was just joking, but he really didn't go to class and didn't come out of his room all afternoon. After dinner, Le Zhishi was doing homework on the coffee table in the living room, but it was hard for him to concentrate today.

, he kept thinking of Song Yu's wrist, so he took out his mobile phone and went online to Baidu. Originally he just searched for "What to do if my wrist hurts a little", but as he looked, he discovered that the soft tissue damage had progressed from soft tissue frustration to a comminuted fracture of the wrist bone.

Le Zhi sat up in panic and hurriedly wrapped herself in a thick knitted coat, "What about... Aunt Rong, is there any garbage to take out? Let me take it out for you."

"Why are you so good?" Lin Rong took out a small bag from the trash can, "That's all."

When I was happy, I took it and ran away.

Marshmallow scratched the back of the sofa and watched him leave, wagging his tail.

Not long after, he ran home in a hurry. When he came back, Marshmallow greeted him at the entrance. Lin Rong was busy doing yoga and said that he had cut the fruit and put it on the desk. He happily agreed, but was afraid of being seen, so he had to put the medicine he bought

Hiding it in his arms, he crept upstairs.

After putting down the medicine, I saw Lin Rong's cut pears and green apples on a small plate. I was happy to sit down and eat the fruit while studying the instructions.

"Compound Pain Relief Patch...activates blood circulation and removes blood stasis..."

It's better to put this on to relieve the pain. Le Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the time. Song Yu should still be doing homework at this time. If it would be too disturbing to go there directly, what if he goes to sleep later?

He thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.

Song Yu was doing papers when he heard a knock on the door and got up to open the door. Unexpectedly, it was Le Zhi who was also carrying a schoolbag.

"Brother Song Yu, can I do homework with you?" Le Zhishi looked expectant.

"Why?"

"I have a question and I don't know how to..." As soon as he finished speaking, Marshmallow also staggered to Le Zhi's feet, hugged his calf, and he raised his head and asked, "Is it okay?"

Song Yu finally agreed. Le Zhi came in satisfied and saw Orange sitting on Song Yu's bed, leisurely playing with the cat ball with his paws, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Move the chair yourself."

In addition to teaching materials and stationery, Le Zhishi's desk also contained a lot of painting tools that he had saved up to buy. Song Yu's desk was one size larger than his, but had a lot less stuff, making it look particularly neat. Take advantage of this.

Song Yu got up and went to the bookcase to find a book. Le Zhishi moved a chair from the balcony and placed it in front of the table. He deliberately moved it closer, only a few centimeters apart.

"Brother Song Yu, you really didn't go to class this afternoon."

"Yeah." Song Yu pulled a book from the bookcase.

Le Zhishi asked again: "Didn't your teacher look for you?"

"I'm calling in sick."

"Isn't this a lie?" Le Zhishi whispered.

"Fighting, absenteeism, lying." Song Yu turned around and tilted his head expressionlessly, "Is it bad enough?"

Le Zhi really thought about this problem seriously, but another part of his mind was sighing that these glasses are really good-looking, and he also wants to wear a pair.

Seeing Le Zhi in a daze, Song Yu gave up on getting any effective response from him, "It's not that there are questions that he can't answer, but which ones?" He also sat down and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I'll give you fifteen minutes, then

I just went to bed."

Le Zhishi glanced at the desk, "But aren't you still doing the papers..."

"Only one last question left."

There was no other way, so Le Zhishi had no choice but to come up with a question and ask it temporarily, fearing that Song Yu would see the flaw. Fortunately, Song Yu didn't say anything, but took the question and looked at it carefully.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, he suddenly heard Song Yu speak.

"You just went out."

There wasn't even the slightest hint of doubt in his tone, as if he was very sure.

Le Zhishi opened his eyes wide, "How do you know?"

Song Yu didn't raise his head, still looking at the questions he gave, and said very casually: "You smell very cold."

The smell of winter.

This statement is very subtle. Le Zhi lowered his head to his collar and smelled it, but he didn't smell any special smell. Instead, he smelled the faint scent of shower gel on Song Yu's body. It smelled very good, and it was the same as the scent of his quilt.

The smell is very fragrant and reassuring.

But Song Yu didn't leave him much time to study the smell and started to lecture directly.

Little Pomeranian jumped on Le Zhishi's lap, nestled a little head in his arms, and listened to his brother's lecture with him.

I hurriedly glanced at the question and found out that I should know this question. But after listening to it further, I realized that Song Yu had explained another solution, which saves many steps compared to the conventional method taught by the teacher in class. It was originally just a solution.

I made an excuse, but I didn’t expect that I actually listened to it seriously and forgot about delivering the medicine.

"Understood?"

Le Zhishi hummed, took the homework book, and feared that he would forget it, so he quickly sorted out the solution and wrote it down. After long-term study and training, the process of doing the questions seemed to have been engraved in his body, and he started following the psychological inertia.

The next question was a somewhat complicated proof question. Le Zhi tried to analyze the information given in the question stem. Unexpectedly, Song Yu had already finished the last question on his paper after so little effort.

He took off his glasses and put them on the table, got up and went to bed without saying a word.

When the quilt was lifted, the orange cat jumped out of the bed as if forewarned and meowed. Le Zhi also made a confused sound with a slightly questioning tone.

"I've finished asking the questions. Go back and do your homework. I'm going to sleep."

"I, I still have questions, please wait..." Le Zhishi flipped through his homework. Song Yu knew that he was just making an excuse, so he reached for the eye mask on the bedside table and put it on, looking like he would fall asleep immediately.

Posture.

"Don't sleep, brother." Seeing that he could no longer dress, Le Zhi picked up the dog and his bulging schoolbag and ran to Song Yu's bedside. He sat down on the ground, unzipped the schoolbag and took out the large and small medicines inside.

The box was poured out.

Song Yu frowned and turned around in disgust, "Are you cold? Why bother?" After saying that, he took a beige pillow from the bed and threw it on Le Zhishi.

"I'm not cold." Le Zhishi placed the pillow on the wooden floor and sat on it with his legs crossed. Marshmallow slipped into his arms again very comfortably, "Brother Song Yu, I bought some medicine."

, let me see your hands."

"No, I'm fine." Song Yu refused coldly.

"It's useful." Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Le Zhi stood up and knelt down, carefully opened a corner of the quilt to look for Song Yu's hand, and was finally slapped in the face by Song Yu, "Go back to sleep."

Le Zhishi took the opportunity to grab his palm. Because she was afraid of hurting her wrist, she only held the first half of his fingers. After confirming that Song Yu was not struggling, she gently held his wrist and said, "Does it hurt? I'll put a patch on you."

The pain relief patch will stop the pain.”

Song Yu's tone was a little impatient, but he didn't pull out his hand as Le Zhi had imagined, "No need to stick it, it's too ugly."

"But this is very useful. The one I bought is very expensive. The aunt at the drugstore said that it won't hurt if I put it on." Le Zhi looked at his wrist, and the bruises on it were more obvious than during the day.

Some, there is still some swelling in the wrist bone, which is very similar to the symptoms of soft tissue frustration mentioned on the Internet.

"I told you I don't need it."

It seemed that Song Yu was very resistant to plaster patches, so he thought about it again, "How about using this gel? Auntie said this can also remove blood stasis and relieve pain..."

"I just want to sleep now." Song Yu interrupted his medicine sales.

"It's okay, you can go to sleep." Le Zhishi even grabbed the cat and put it in Song Yu's arms, "I'll give you the medicine. I promise it will be very light and you won't feel anything at all."

How could I not feel anything?

The eye mask blocked his sight, and Song Yu quietly opened his eyes. A faint light penetrated the fabric, covering his eyes gently and softly. It was obviously invisible, but he could completely describe Le Zhi lying next to the bed.

screen.

"Squeeze it a little first, it may be a little cold. I read the instructions and it contains menthol."

Le Zhishi researched it very thoroughly, reading the instructions more carefully than reviewing the questions. His hands were very warm, and the cold gel was pushed away by him, covering the skin of his wrists. It was not uncomfortable.

"Knead it and spread it for absorption." He said to himself, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, and his voice was very soft. He held his wrist with both hands, gently pushed the sprained area, and gently pinched it from the wrist bone to the

palm.

Writing must be very tiring, Le Zhishi thought, so he gave Song Yu a very unskilled hand massage.

Song Yu could almost imagine Le Zhi's expression. He must be very careful now, but also a little proud, feeling that he is like an adult and can take care of others.

This made him couldn't help but want to tease him.

When Le Zhi pressed it, he felt Song Yu's hand shrinking, and immediately turned on the panic mode, "Does it hurt? Is my hand too heavy?" He immediately apologized, but Song Yu said, "Are you sure this medicine is not good?"

Problem?"

Hearing Song Yu's words, Le Zhi was so frightened that he pulled out the instruction manual again, "No way, are you allergic..." He nervously checked Song Yu's wrist, "What's wrong with you? Is it itchy?"

It's really interesting. The scene seems to be reversed. The guy who was always sick and troubled since childhood has now become the one who takes care of others.

"Are there any precautions?" Song Yu asked calmly.
To be continued...