Jiang Lige was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, obviously it was not a hot day, but her palms were full of sweat. There was a boy next to him who was also getting injections, looking ruffian, with several silver studs on his ears, and his burnt yellow hair was particularly eye-catching. Jiang Lige felt that if he took a cigarette in his mouth, he would be a proper social youth.

The boy looked down at his phone and occasionally let out a strange laugh and whistled at her.

She retracted her gaze, stroked her bangs, clenched her teeth, and was ready to go out like this, Song Wanqiao had been walking for a while, she couldn't rely on a night of self-study here, there was no reason.

As soon as her hands were propped up on the stool, the female doctor came in and handed her a large lump of things, wrapped in a thick layer of toilet paper, "Take it and use it!" You should know where the toilet is, so I won't talk nonsense. ”

She said thank you with a red face, walked out, and heard the female doctor say, "The person you like doesn't care about you at all, he is young, he is very arrogant, what's the use of being good-looking, I advise you, give up as soon as possible, don't hang yourself on a tree." ”

Jiang Lige was just about to explain, "I don't like ......"

Before "Huan" slipped out of his mouth, a long figure blocked the door, the broken hair on the young man's forehead was blown by the wind, and the side face was outlined by the light with a soft shadow, and the outline was clear.

It's Song Wanqiao.

Isn't he gone? How did you come back again?

"Take it and wash it!"

The boy carried the school uniform in his left hand, his deep eyes turned to her, and he spoke commanding words in a calm and precocious voice.

It turned out that she wanted her to wash off the saliva she left on it

"What are you doing? Come on, tie it around your waist, block the back. The female doctor was too busy to push her, and the last few words were whispered.

Except for the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, the school did not force students to wear school uniforms, so Jiang Lige wore a short cotton jacket that was not too thick today, and only a cotton cartoon T-shirt was put on it, and the jacket definitely couldn't be taken off.

But she still didn't speak, if the blood stains were stained on his school uniform, even if it was washed, there would inevitably be traces and smells of the past.

The air just stood still.

"Whatever you want."

From this angle, she could clearly see the boy's squirming Adam's apple up and down and his indifferent eyebrows.

"But you gave me your coat, aren't you cold?" She asked.

The female doctor pouted, what could his torn school uniform do, and it didn't necessarily feel warm to wear.

"It's okay, he just finished the injection, and he is still very resistant to cold for a while, so he will be fine."

Jiang Lige: ......

Song Wanqiao: ......

Jiang Lige finally hesitated to reach out to pick it up, and then quickly knotted the two long sleeves, bypassed Song Wanqiao, and ran straight to the toilet.

After she left, Song Wanqiao stood at the door and didn't move, took out a box of medicine from her trouser pocket, and asked, "How do I use this medicine?" ”

The female doctor glanced at it, it was not the medicine she had just prescribed, and then she smiled, looking suddenly realized, "It turns out that the medicine she took from me at noon was for you?" ”

"How do you use the medicine?" He repeated it again.

The female doctor put her hands around her chest, looked at Song Wanqiao, and said solemnly, "Use it according to the instructions." ”

Song Wanqiao: ......

The infirmary of this school doesn't seem to be very reliable, so it's better not to come in the future, no, it's better not to come.

When Jiang Lige came out, Song Wanqiao was reclining outside the toilet, her arms crossed, her eyes lowered, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing the waiting person come out, his back left the tiles on the wall, walked more than ten meters, and turned.

"Hey! Where are you going? ”

Jiang Lige called him from behind, this is not the way to the teaching building.

"You don't want to invite me to dinner?"

"When did I say I wanted to invite you to dinner?" Jiang Lige quickly searched in her memory, and she really didn't seem to have said anything like that.

"At noon, you ate my meal."

She finally cleared the fog and understood, this was the case, when she entered the corridor at noon, she found that the food on the table had not moved, and she could not really pour it, and she was angry and puffed in front of him, and ate the food completely, not even the scum was left, and the large plate could clearly reflect the outline of her face.

Obviously, he didn't eat it himself, why did he come to her to collect debts now.

However, for the sake of him borrowing her school uniform, she didn't directly refute it.

"However, I didn't have any money with me, and I didn't have a meal card."

"I owe it first!"

Jiang Lige sighed in his heart, his two hands stirred together, what does it mean to owe first? Who wants to owe him?

But his legs still don't obey and follow him, forget it, he should repay him, after all, he has a short hand.

Hey, take someone's hands short, so the next sentence?

Thinking of this, she thinks it's not bad to invite Song Wanqiao to dinner, but she doesn't know if Song Wanqiao will have the consciousness of eating other people's soft mouths.

At six o'clock, dinner time has passed, the campus is no longer bustling, and occasionally latecomers rush to the teaching building to attend classes.

She followed behind Song Wanqiao, like a little tail that followed suit, his shadow looked slender and slender in the faint light, and her shadow was only a short section.

He didn't stride like he did that day to the chemistry lab, and walked slowly for a while before reaching the cafeteria.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Wanqiao bypassed the windows one by one and stopped in front of the counter of the fresh milk tea.

"A cup of red bean milk tea, seven points of sugar, hot."

Take out your meal card neatly and stick it on the card machine.

"Okay, classmate!"

The little girl who sold milk tea looked like a handsome guy, her face was full of smiles, and when she turned around to take the plastic cup, she also peeked at Song Wanqiao. Then she filled the cup with water, put in the honey red beans, and was just about to add milk when the boy suddenly spoke.

"Change a cup, bubble tea, seven points of sugar, hot."

The milk tea girl's nimble fingers stopped in mid-air awkwardly, slightly embarrassed,

"This ...... I'm already halfway there, I'm afraid I can't change it. ”

Song Wanqiao tilted her head and said lightly, "Give it to her." ”

Jiang Lige was stunned for a moment, and his little hand grabbed his sweatshirt, "Hey! Don't talk nonsense, I don't want it! ”

Song Wanqiao didn't say anything more, just waited quietly, and the milk tea girl showed a standard professional smile again and continued the movements in her hands.

In about two or three minutes, the two cups of milk tea were completed, and Song Wanqiao handed the red bean milk tea to her.

"Count me as the wrong one, throw it away if you don't drink it."

This sounds so familiar.

Jiang Lige no longer shirked, the experience of poverty since she was a child made her unable to waste every grain of food and every drop of water.

She held the milk tea, inserted the straw into it, tasted it, and it tasted good, but it was a little too sweet.

In fact, she has a very good physique, although she never pays attention to her menstruation, she eats and drinks spicy and cold, and there is no menstrual cramp so far.

However, my heart is still warm, and this person doesn't seem to be as weak as he seems to be.

He also cares about people.