Zeng Xiaole glanced at the medal a few more times: "Tan Sang, if you like it, it's not that I can't give it to you."

As long as you give me your sugar, I will give you the medal. ”

A young boy at this age wants to save face and likes to bully the girls he likes, and is an awkward and funny creature.

Tan Sang felt a little crying and laughing: "Zeng Xiaole, thank you, but don't need it." ”

Then he threw a candy to him.

Zeng Xiaole wanted to brag a few times, but when he saw the candy thrown over, he ran to pick it up in a panic.

Xu Yue deliberately stretched out her foot to trip Zeng Xiaole.

Pour!

Fall on!

Knock your little goddess down!

It's best to make Tan Sang face up and break his face!

Look how much you still like her!

Tan Sang didn't want to be used as a meat pad, so he hid to the side.

Zeng Xiaole's whole body pounced on Jiang Zhun's body.

Xu Yue looked at her stupid cousin, and secretly scolded this slut in her heart for being really lucky.

It didn't fall on her.

The young man's delicate eyebrows and eyes revealed his pain everywhere.

Zeng Xiaole immediately stood up, thinking that he had pushed him down, he stretched out his hand to grab his arm, trying to pull him up.

As soon as his fingers touched Jiang Zhun's arm, the young man's face turned even paler, and even his whole body trembled.

Tan Sang knew that he couldn't accept the touch of others because of his illness.

"Zeng Xiaole!"

The tone is slightly fierce.

Zeng Xiaole was yelled at by the girl he liked, and he was also a little embarrassed.

The hand also let go of Jiang Zhun.

Tan Sang also felt that he shouldn't be angry this time, after all, Zeng Xiaole didn't know about Jiang Zhun either.

She took a deep breath: "Zeng Xiaole, Xu Yue, since you have finished visiting, then please go back." ”

She turned her head to look at the boy huddled in a ball on the ground.

The young man's beautiful eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his light-colored pupils were full of resistance.

Tan Sang couldn't help him if he wanted to.

I could only watch him get more and more painful.

When I felt the candy in my pocket, it was slender and soft, so I immediately peeled off the candy wrapper and fed it to his mouth.

"Brother Jiang Zhun."

One after another, a sweet voice.

It doesn't seem so uncomfortable to look at Xiaomei, but it's not good for Xiaomei to stay here alone.

She asked, "Brother Jiang Zhun, am I ...... OK...... Touching you? ”

The boy lifted his eyelids, but there was still a look of pain in his eyes.

Under the expectant gaze of the little girl, the beautiful teenager nodded.

Tan Sang carefully touched his arm, his eyes full of nervousness about whether he was in pain.

Bursts of tingling.

Jiang Zhun was very uncomfortable.

The taste of sugar that spread out of his mouth, and a trace of sweetness enveloped his reason.

He felt that it was not so painful.

Tan Sang helped Xiaomei onto the bed, thinking about whether to inform Grandpa Jiang to find a doctor for Jiang Zhun.

After all, this is autism.

Tan Sang took advantage of the faint light to look around for a usable phone.

On the bedside table was a beautiful and delicate telephone, like the most expensive telephone of the nineteenth century.

A retro feel.

Tan Sang picked up the phone and dialed the main line of the hall, intending to ask the servants in the hall to inform Grandpa Jiang.

Suddenly, the soles of the feet are in the air.

It was taken away by Jiang Zhun like a chicken.

Tan Sang was placed on a chair in front of the bookshelf by Jiang Zhun and was forced to look up at the tall bookshelf.

On the shelves, layer after layer, the books are full of Olympiad physics theories, in short, the books that give Tan Sang a headache are all on it.