I handed him the iced tea I had bought when I came, but unfortunately, it has now been made to room temperature by the temperature of my hand, and it should not taste so good, for fear that he will dislike it, and even help him unscrew the lid.

Song Junxi took the water, and suddenly his head stretched out, I was stunned, only to understand, he asked me to help him wipe his sweat, I looked around, no one came, quickly used a tissue to help him sweat, and he drank it with satisfaction.

It seems that after the last incident with Chen Lin and the basketball game, the relationship between the two of us seems to have really become a little ambiguous, but I can't make a position or anything when he doesn't say anything.

Chagrin!

The books on the table are piled higher and higher, and there is a tendency to bury us all in it, and I will wipe the table before the evening self-study, and a layer of dust will fall on the table after the afternoon duty.

It was Thursday, there were not many people studying in the evening, and just after the exam, everyone was a little relaxed, after all, it was still a group of children without a qualitative nature.

I was rubbing the table while humming a song, one didn't pay attention, the tip of the pen suddenly pierced into the nail, I forgot to cover the cap when I finished my homework and left, I touched the tip of the pen when I wiped the table, the back happened to be a book, the back of the pen, this time the piercing was real, it hurt very much, the blood flowed out at once, I oops.

I felt my fingers being held in my hand: "What's wrong?"

When I looked up, it was Song Junxi's nervous look.

I was afraid that someone would see it, so I immediately withdrew my hand and looked back, but fortunately, the two classmates in the back were wearing headphones and didn't notice the situation on our side.

"The tip of the pen is pricked, it's fine!" I sat down.

"It's all bleeding, and you say it's okay!" Song Junxi lowered his voice: "Let me see!"

He had a tough attitude, and took my hand under the table to see: "The tip of the pen has bacteria, you can't do this, wait here, don't run around!"

Song Junxi dropped this sentence and hurriedly ran out, I didn't know where he was going in this hurry, and I didn't have time to ask, I just remember that he said that I should wait for him here.

After more than ten minutes, he came back, holding a small plastic bag in his hand, rubbing my fingernails with a cotton pad dipped in alcohol, it hurt a little, my hands trembled slightly, and the alcohol touched the wound a little painful.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, and finally he applied the ointment again and applied a band-aid.

After doing this series of actions, he explained: "It's easy to get inflamed in such a season, you remember to rub the ointment and don't touch the water!"

I always feel that Song Junxi is making a big fuss, when I was a child, I was running and playing with my friends, falling to the ground, and it was normal to break it, and there was no such thing as rubbing potions and ointments, all of which were to let the wound heal slowly.

"It's okay, I've been hurt a lot before, don't worry about it, I'll be fine in a few days!" I looked at the extraordinarily abrupt band-aid on my finger, to be honest, I really wanted to remove it, I was really not that squeamish.

Song Junxi frowned when he heard me say this, and taught me very seriously: "Don't let yourself be hurt in the future!"

I was a little speechless, my mouth was curled, and I had to nod under his pressure, but I could decide if I couldn't stand it, and I didn't want to hurt myself.

Because the band-aid on the hand is too conspicuous, it naturally attracts countless concerns.

。。。。。。。

Li Lan saw: "Xia Xia, what's wrong with your fingers?"

"Nothing, a little injured!"

Li Zhibin saw: "Xiao Xiaxia, who made your hand like this!"

I looked at my weird fingers, and I wanted to say, it's your brother who is worshiped by 10,000 people, but after thinking about it, I still don't have the guts, so I have to repeat again, "It's nothing, I'm a little injured!"

Every time Song Junxi asks me, he always makes a look like he doesn't know anything, and he is extraordinarily calm!