Translator: Moonlight_revolt
PR: Chibi_Lazy
PR: Chibi_Lazy
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However, the next, she should not bandage Jiang Yingjing's hand so thick. How would he hold the chopstick? He Xing can not be so ruthless as to let Jiang Yingjing starve and watch her eat. Moreover, could she eat when the male god is sitting across her? How can anyone eat?
However, she also should not bandage him too thin. If Jiang Yingjing could move his hand freely, then she has no reason to offer him to feed him! The conversation should also naturally flow so that he could invite her to eat with him. If she forced him to treat her, she would be looked like a shameless person, and Jiang Yingjing might refuse. Even though Jiang Yingjing could reluctantly agree, he might dislike her...
She needed to master how to bandage. She needed to dress him as stiff just so that Jiang Yingjing could hold the chopsticks, but challenging to have the food from it.
To be exact, she needed to learn to dress the wound to fruit a better result, and she should study carefully.
When eating, she would set off the atmosphere and continue to improve Jiang Yingjing's affection for her.
Noting down the intricate detail pointers, He Xing felt that her IQ was lacking.
She has to write it all out, recite it repeatedly, and strengthen her impression.
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Next Thursday.
He Xing failed to develop the plot to the infirmary. It was dying, so she spoke a wrong sentence that led Jiang Yingjing to talk about other topics. Before she even had time to confess, she helplessly watched Jiang Yingjing leave.
The next Thursday.
When He Xing saved Xiaobai, she slipped and accidentally fell into the artificial lake. Although the lake was only waist deep, it still wasted a lot of time. When she came to the teaching building in the East District, she saw that the female classmate had already been carried to the infirmary by other boys.
When He Xing came to buy the Snow Fungus Soup with a big bag of snacks, the shop had already sold out the snow fungus soup. She had not to search for another shop, so she bought a bowl of Laba congee. She hurriedly poured the Laba congee into the thermos cup and took it to the playground.
Unfortunately, the thoroughly planned plot did not work out due to the butterfly effect.
For the first time, the crowd watching the basketball game couldn't concentrate on Jiang Yingjing but glance at He Xing from time to time.
This girl was too strange. She was soaked to the skin, and her hair is stuck on her head. She is like a drowned rat. Also, she did not care to go back to change clothes and still have leisure to watch the ball here, holding a thermos cup in her hand like an older man.
Even Jiang Yingjing's eyes floated to He Xing several times.
After playing the ball, Jiang Yingjing walked to the sidelines and wiped his sweat.
He Xing raised the thermos cup while squeezing herself among the enthusiastic fans of Jiang Yingjing: "Classmate Jiang! Look here! "
This time, she had no competitors because everyone was far away from her, fearing getting dirty by her wet clothes.
Jiang Yingjing slightly raised his head to avoid his chin being knocked by the thermos cup.
He Xing stuffed the thermos cup into him: "Here you are! Today, the Snow Fungus Soup is sold out. Try another dish today, okay! "
Jiang Yingjing opened the lid of the cup and saw a big cup of glutinous stuff. He frowned in disgust: "What is this?"
He Xing blinked: "Laba congee..."
Xu Mengyang came over and glanced at it. His face was clearly showing disgust: "It looks like vomit."
He Xing's face turned red: "Maybe the congee was thicken when it was stored in a place..."
Jiang Yingjing returned the thermos cup to her: "I don't like Laba congee."
"Bang bang"! He Xing was shot several times in the chest.
Xu Mengyang looked at her: “Why are you soaked all over? Did you fall into the water?” He looked at Jiang Yingjing, laughing very exaggeratedly, "Jiang Yingjing, you see how charming you are. Girls don't change clothes when they fall into the water, and they risk their lives to send you congee. And you still don't appreciate it. Alas, if a girl treats me like this, I will be moved to death. "
Jiang Yingjing gave him an accusing look: "You can drink it if you want."
Xu Mengyang quickly shook his head: "I don't like Laba congee either. I do like Ice cola though!"
"Bang bang bang bang"! He Xing's chest has been shot into a sieve.
The next Thursday.
He Xing was very cautious so that nothing goes wrong, and finally came to the phase of basketball accident!
She stood there, talking to Jiang Yingjing, glancing at the direction in which the basketball would come.
He Xing was so nervous that she kept thinking in her heart: Hit me!
It's a pity that two days have passed, and she forgot the exact location of where they had stood at that time. Besides, when basketball came that day, He Xing stayed all over, and her mind went blank. Jiang Yingjing saved her. They fell in each other's arms. Is this what they call the knight in shining armour saved the damsel in distress! She was not in the mood of finding that out! Her slow wit was all invested in Jiang Yingjing's broad chest and injured hand.
So this time, she stood by, but the basketball went out between her and Jiang Yingjing.
Jiang Yingjing threw the basketball back into the stadium and asked He Xing:
"You have been absent-minded, what are you thinking?"
He Xing looked at him with a sad face: "I am ... I am not thinking anything ..."
Jiang Yingjing: "What did I say just now?"
He Xing: "..." Sorry, I was not listening to you...
Jiang Yingjing sighed: "I really don't know what's the point of talking to you."
The next Thursday.
His Xing location was a little off again, basketball hit Xu Mengyang's head, and his forehead bears an egg.
He Xing blurted out: "You are hurt! I take you to the infirmary...”
Huh? Why do you want to send Xu Mengyang to the infirmary?
What she wants is alone time with Jiang Yingjing!
Xu Mengyang looked at He Xing curiously: "I am alright, I am often hit by the ball and I am used to it."
He Xing's plan failed again, she bowed her head in loss: "Oh, then I'll go,"
The next Thursday.
He Xing fell on Jiang Yingjing and broke his ribs. Jiang Yingjing was sent to the hospital by Xu Mengyang.
The next Thursday.
He Xing was directly killed by basketball, and it was already the Thursday morning when she woke up.
After ten consecutive days,
He Xing finally came to the infirmary.
She wants to scream! To shout! To party!
But she was too tired, physically and mentally exhausted! She wanted to lie down and sleep.
There is still no one in the infirmary. Jiang Yingjing didn't want to wait any longer. He walked to the door, but He Xing dragged him back!
"There are iodophors and gauze, as well as cotton swabs. Don't worry, I promise, I will bandage you quickly!"
"Can you really? Should we wait for teacher Wang..."
"No! My friend was injured before, and I helped her bandage. It will take a little time. "
He Xing didn't say much, immediately possessed, skillfully found various materials, and helped Jiang Yingjing dress the wound. The degree of care was no less than that of a surgeon's stitch.
After all, she recalls all kinds of details in her mind every day. She researched how to improve to achieve the best results, so much that it was close to magic. Although some steps are still not perfect, they have made significant progress compared with the last time.
He Xing was afraid that she said something wrong, which led Jiang Yingjing not to respond to her following sentence according to the original plot, so she had to memorize what she said every time. She was so cautious as if walking on the eggshell. It was not less than the imperial harem struggle.
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1. Laba Congee: Laba congee is a Chinese ceremonial congee dish eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth month in the Chinese calendar. The day on which it is traditionally eaten is commonly known as the Laba Festival. The earliest form of this dish was cooked with red beans and has since developed into many different kinds.
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