Translator: Moonlight_Revolt
Proofreader: Chibi_Lazy
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Xu Mengyang said gloomily: "You hit me, so you deserve it! It's a good thing I hid quickly. Otherwise, you would fall on me."
He Xing didn't react until then. She got up and helped Jiang Yingjing in a panic: "Are you all right?"
"I am alright." Jiang Yingjing slowly got up, patted the dirt off his pants and accusingly looked at Xu Mengyang.
With her observant eyes, He Xing saw the bloodstain in his palm. His hand hurt while he fell to the ground. He Xing's heart was full of remorse: "You are hurt. I’m sorry if it weren't for me..."
"Why are you apologizing? You did not throw the ball." Jiang Yingjing glanced at his palm. There was some dirt on the wound. He casually slid his hand on his pants, "It is just a small wound. Don't worry."
"It is bleeding. How can it be small?" He Xing said with a sore heart.
Xu Mengyang immediately chimed: "That's right, if you do not properly deal with the small wound, it could also become a serious injury. You must go to the infirmary! He Xing, you go with him!"
He winked at He Xing. He Xing understood what he meant. Xu Mengyang wanted to create opportunities for them. She pulled Jiang Yingjing, and her eyes glistened like a miserable dog: "Let's go. I'll take you to the infirmary."
Jiang Yingjing looked at her glimmering eyes and was faintly dazed.
He didn't know what he thought, but he did not refuse He Xing, so she led him towards the infirmary.
He Xing walked, and suddenly fireworks burst into her blank mind.
What is she going to do? All Thursday till now, there was no link to the infirmary!
He Xing suddenly realized that she had opened a new conquest!
It was impressive progress.
The door in the infirmary was left unlocked, but no one was there.
He Xing held Jiang Yingjing in a chair: "Let's wait."
Jiang Yingjing stood up: "Forget it. It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a while."
He Xing quickly pushed him to the chair: "What minor injury, it is bleeding. It hurts to even look at it."
She was afraid that Jiang Yingjing would leave immediately. She found a bunch of medicine from the table, but she didn't know what to do. She pressed Jiang Yingjing's shoulder with her elbow to stop him from standing up. In addition, she turned on her mobile phone and looked through the steps of treating the wound. While watching, she murmured: "If the wound is small and deep, you need a tetanus shot. Your wound is not deep. You don't need an injection... You need an iodophor and a cotton swab... There is a band-aid, but it is too small. It seems that it can't cover your wound. It is better to use gauze..."
He Xing was very close to Jiang Yingjing. Her arm was pushing his shoulder, and her long hair was falling in his neck.
He can see her face clearly by looking up slightly, even the tiny pores on the skin. She has no makeup, looks fresh and natural, and her white cotton shirt smells like spring sunshine ...
"Okay! Everything is ready. I am going to help you with the wound."
He Xing turned her attention to Jiang Yingjing and gave him a big smile.
Jiang Yingjing was dazed and looked away. "Hmm."
He Xing took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodophor, and carefully took Jiang Yingjing's hand.
His fingers were beautiful. His knuckles were slender, his nails were smooth and clean, without any agnail. The wound in his palm was sore to the eyes. He Xing was distressed. She cleaned the wound with iodophor and wiped off the sand stuck on it. Fearing that it would hurt him, her movements were extremely light and soft, and she kept asking: "Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."
"It doesn't." Jiang Yingjing did not feel any pain. The wound was not even big, to begin with. The iodophor on his wound was just like wiping his hand with a paper towel. He did not even glance at his injury. His eyes were fixated on the little head in front of him.
The infirmary was quiet.
The rays of the sun from the window formed their slender shadow.
Jiang Yingjing sat in a chair. He Xing crouched in front of him and bandaged him carefully.
Her long hair was like a waterfall, covering her fair and smooth side profile. Her eyelashes were twinkling.
Jiang Yingjing looked at He Xing, who looked intently. She was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead. Although she looked out of practice, she scrambled over the things on the table and wrapped his hands into two big steamed buns, but she finally finished all the steps.
He Xing wiped the sweat on her head and looked at her dressing with satisfaction: "It is difficult to tie a bow with gauze. However, I finally overcame all the difficulties and tied you a super beautiful bow, which will not affect the charm of your male god."
Jiang Yingjing looked at the two bows tied in a mess: "It's ugly."
He Xing ignored his words. She knew that men could not understand the bow: "You should have a good rest."
Jiang Yingjing's tone is faint: "It's not that serious."
He Xing frowned and looked very serious: "But if you don't deal with it, what if you get infected? Do you want to cut off your arms?"
Jiang Yingjing was speechless: "Isn't it too much? We usually get bumps in our life. How could it be so easily cut off."
He Xing giggled: "Just in case, it's always a good thing to pay attention."
"That is true," Jiang Yingjing stood up, raised his hand and looked at the two gauze dumplings, and said, "But, my hand wrapped like a robot cat. I can't lift my chopsticks, so I can't eat dinner."
He Xing's eyes flickered, she said cheekily: "If you don't mind, I can feed you.”
Before Jiang Yingjing refused her, He Xing hurriedly added: "I was joking, so don't take it seriously.”
But she didn't expect Jiang Yingjing to say: "I was going to say okay, but if you were just joking then…"
He Xing stupefyingly looked at Jiang Yingjing. He was looking at her, too. Her face reflected in his eyes.
Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down.
"No, no, no, as long as you are willing, I am not joking! You... you are also not joking, right!”
Jiang Yingjing smiled.
He looked handsome when he smiled. His curved eyes seem to be full of stars, which broke and fell on the lake of He Xing's heart. He Xing was stunned again. She heard Jiang Yingjing's clear voice and sounded in the quiet infirmary: "I want to invite you to dinner today as a thank you for treating my wounds. Besides, you bought so many snacks for my classmates in the afternoon and spent a lot of money."
"Money? Ah, I have money. It's okay. You don't have to think about money!" What's wrong with spending a little money for your male god? Many people are willing to spend money on unreachable idols. Her male god is just around the corner, and her contribution is a little more likely than others. Besides, after she wakes up, the piggy bank will be full again, and it will be wasted if she does not spend it!
Xu Mengyang said gloomily: "You hit me, so you deserve it! It's a good thing I hid quickly. Otherwise, you would fall on me."
He Xing didn't react until then. She got up and helped Jiang Yingjing in a panic: "Are you all right?"
"I am alright." Jiang Yingjing slowly got up, patted the dirt off his pants and accusingly looked at Xu Mengyang.
With her observant eyes, He Xing saw the bloodstain in his palm. His hand hurt while he fell to the ground. He Xing's heart was full of remorse: "You are hurt. I’m sorry if it weren't for me..."
"Why are you apologizing? You did not throw the ball." Jiang Yingjing glanced at his palm. There was some dirt on the wound. He casually slid his hand on his pants, "It is just a small wound. Don't worry."
"It is bleeding. How can it be small?" He Xing said with a sore heart.
Xu Mengyang immediately chimed: "That's right, if you do not properly deal with the small wound, it could also become a serious injury. You must go to the infirmary! He Xing, you go with him!"
He winked at He Xing. He Xing understood what he meant. Xu Mengyang wanted to create opportunities for them. She pulled Jiang Yingjing, and her eyes glistened like a miserable dog: "Let's go. I'll take you to the infirmary."
Jiang Yingjing looked at her glimmering eyes and was faintly dazed.
He didn't know what he thought, but he did not refuse He Xing, so she led him towards the infirmary.
He Xing walked, and suddenly fireworks burst into her blank mind.
What is she going to do? All Thursday till now, there was no link to the infirmary!
He Xing suddenly realized that she had opened a new conquest!
It was impressive progress.
The door in the infirmary was left unlocked, but no one was there.
He Xing held Jiang Yingjing in a chair: "Let's wait."
Jiang Yingjing stood up: "Forget it. It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a while."
He Xing quickly pushed him to the chair: "What minor injury, it is bleeding. It hurts to even look at it."
She was afraid that Jiang Yingjing would leave immediately. She found a bunch of medicine from the table, but she didn't know what to do. She pressed Jiang Yingjing's shoulder with her elbow to stop him from standing up. In addition, she turned on her mobile phone and looked through the steps of treating the wound. While watching, she murmured: "If the wound is small and deep, you need a tetanus shot. Your wound is not deep. You don't need an injection... You need an iodophor and a cotton swab... There is a band-aid, but it is too small. It seems that it can't cover your wound. It is better to use gauze..."
He Xing was very close to Jiang Yingjing. Her arm was pushing his shoulder, and her long hair was falling in his neck.
He can see her face clearly by looking up slightly, even the tiny pores on the skin. She has no makeup, looks fresh and natural, and her white cotton shirt smells like spring sunshine ...
"Okay! Everything is ready. I am going to help you with the wound."
He Xing turned her attention to Jiang Yingjing and gave him a big smile.
Jiang Yingjing was dazed and looked away. "Hmm."
He Xing took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodophor, and carefully took Jiang Yingjing's hand.
His fingers were beautiful. His knuckles were slender, his nails were smooth and clean, without any agnail. The wound in his palm was sore to the eyes. He Xing was distressed. She cleaned the wound with iodophor and wiped off the sand stuck on it. Fearing that it would hurt him, her movements were extremely light and soft, and she kept asking: "Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."
"It doesn't." Jiang Yingjing did not feel any pain. The wound was not even big, to begin with. The iodophor on his wound was just like wiping his hand with a paper towel. He did not even glance at his injury. His eyes were fixated on the little head in front of him.
The infirmary was quiet.
The rays of the sun from the window formed their slender shadow.
Jiang Yingjing sat in a chair. He Xing crouched in front of him and bandaged him carefully.
Her long hair was like a waterfall, covering her fair and smooth side profile. Her eyelashes were twinkling.
Jiang Yingjing looked at He Xing, who looked intently. She was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead. Although she looked out of practice, she scrambled over the things on the table and wrapped his hands into two big steamed buns, but she finally finished all the steps.
He Xing wiped the sweat on her head and looked at her dressing with satisfaction: "It is difficult to tie a bow with gauze. However, I finally overcame all the difficulties and tied you a super beautiful bow, which will not affect the charm of your male god."
Jiang Yingjing looked at the two bows tied in a mess: "It's ugly."
He Xing ignored his words. She knew that men could not understand the bow: "You should have a good rest."
Jiang Yingjing's tone is faint: "It's not that serious."
He Xing frowned and looked very serious: "But if you don't deal with it, what if you get infected? Do you want to cut off your arms?"
Jiang Yingjing was speechless: "Isn't it too much? We usually get bumps in our life. How could it be so easily cut off."
He Xing giggled: "Just in case, it's always a good thing to pay attention."
"That is true," Jiang Yingjing stood up, raised his hand and looked at the two gauze dumplings, and said, "But, my hand wrapped like a robot cat. I can't lift my chopsticks, so I can't eat dinner."
He Xing's eyes flickered, she said cheekily: "If you don't mind, I can feed you.”
Before Jiang Yingjing refused her, He Xing hurriedly added: "I was joking, so don't take it seriously.”
But she didn't expect Jiang Yingjing to say: "I was going to say okay, but if you were just joking then…"
He Xing stupefyingly looked at Jiang Yingjing. He was looking at her, too. Her face reflected in his eyes.
Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down.
"No, no, no, as long as you are willing, I am not joking! You... you are also not joking, right!”
Jiang Yingjing smiled.
He looked handsome when he smiled. His curved eyes seem to be full of stars, which broke and fell on the lake of He Xing's heart. He Xing was stunned again. She heard Jiang Yingjing's clear voice and sounded in the quiet infirmary: "I want to invite you to dinner today as a thank you for treating my wounds. Besides, you bought so many snacks for my classmates in the afternoon and spent a lot of money."
"Money? Ah, I have money. It's okay. You don't have to think about money!" What's wrong with spending a little money for your male god? Many people are willing to spend money on unreachable idols. Her male god is just around the corner, and her contribution is a little more likely than others. Besides, after she wakes up, the piggy bank will be full again, and it will be wasted if she does not spend it!
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