"And he...... Is the pen running out of ink? ”

"No, it's all full, word for word."

"That's ...... Got the question wrong? Song Qingquan continued to find a reason.

"It's certainly not possible, after all, your other son's grades are ......" is there.

The head teacher didn't continue, everyone understands.

"Is that his hand hurt?"

Song Qingquan asked three times in a row, and the head teacher was speechless, why was he so stubborn and refused to believe that his son had such a bad score.

But Song Qingquan is not unbelievable, but Song Liangxiao has been studying in an aristocratic private school since he was a child, and he has been the first in the exams.

Since his grandfather announced Song Liangxiao as Bi's future successor in the board of directors, his supervision has not been relaxed at all.

This score is unlikely, it's really weird......

Unless, on purpose, he did it on purpose.

Song Liangxiao had a heart to watch the play, stood for a long time and was a little tired, too lazy to listen to the chatter of the two of them, and looked at Song Qingquan with a little fatigue in his tone.

"Dad, I'm hungry, take me out to eat!"

Song Qingquan glanced at him, "Eat!" ”

Song Liangxiao: ......

Teacher:......

Director Song's attitude towards his two sons is too different, it's a world of difference, one is holding it to the clouds, and the other is stepping on it.

"Ahem," Song Qingquan also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and said to the head teacher with a relaxed face, "Don't worry, I will definitely teach this kid a good lesson when I go back and beat him hard." ”

"To what extent?" The head teacher is still a little disapproving of domestic violence, but it is not easy to persuade.

"It doesn't affect tomorrow's class."

……

At the top of the stairs, two people took advantage of the chaos and prepared to blatantly go home.

Jiang Lige followed behind Song Wanqiao, not far away, not close, about an arm's length. She could clearly feel the chill emanating from this person's body, and it had been a long time since the incident just happened to him, and he hadn't said a word again.

There was no figure in the classroom, and when he returned to his seat, Jiang Lige was a little worried, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Wanqiao, and finally fixed on his angular side face.

"You...... Is it really okay? Why don't I accompany you to the infirmary? ”

"It's fine." Thinking about the unreliable infirmary in the school, Song Wanqiao had a headache, it was a crematorium, and if she went, she would go to hell.

"It's okay! It's okay! You will just say it's okay, Song Wanqiao, is it so difficult to accept other people's care, I can't bear the pain for you, but you were injured to save me, can my conscience be stable? Do you know that I was scared to death, and if you don't go to the infirmary and refuse to be treated, then I don't have the right to ask if you're okay? ”

Jiang Lige was annoyed by his indifferent attitude, and poured out all the words that were stuck in his heart like a child.

After saying that, he came back to his senses, and bit his tongue in remorse to punish his impulsiveness.

No wind blew in the empty window, and the classroom fell silent again, except for the sound of two people breathing.

Song Wanqiao couldn't help but look sideways at the person in front of him who bowed his head and confessed, cautious, with soft eyebrows, like a clear and pure landscape, but he couldn't wait to crush himself into dust and sprinkle it in the corner.

His heart softened, and his tone was wrapped in a layer of cotton, "I...... It's really fine. ”

He has practiced taekwondo since he was a child, coupled with regular exercise, his physique is naturally tougher than ordinary people, and the strength of that ball is certainly not light, but his body bones can still stand it.

He just...... Accustomed to letting things go other than life and death, he was in no mood to care.

Jiang Lige casually picked up a book to cover his face, and apologized glutinously, "I'm sorry, I must have only remembered to bring courage and forgot to bring my brain when I went out today." ”

Song Wanqiao hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled inaudibly, habitually speaking, but the remaining word of "no ......" was blocked in her throat like a conditioned reflex, and she didn't dare to say it.

Jiang Lige was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud, Song Wanqiao's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping was really a little cute!

She pinched the edge of the book, slowly moved down from her forehead, and heard Song Wanqiao's voice.

"Jiang Lige."

"Huh?"

Song Wanqiao handed her the black thermos cup.

"I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water."

"Oh good."

Jiang Lige took it doggedly, strange, this water cup is heavy, it doesn't look like there is no water!

After walking for a while, she unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and the water was almost overflowing, and it was still hot.

She didn't have time to think about it, so she trotted to the boiling water room to pick up some cold boiled water for Song Wanqiao, and then mixed it with some boiling water to make a bottle of warm water with a suitable temperature and good taste.

Silently placing the cup on Song Wanqiao's table, Jiang Lige hesitated a little, her hands were sweaty, and she couldn't help but persuade her, "Song Wanqiao, let's go to the infirmary!" ”

Song Wanqiao shook her head and glanced at her, "There's no need." ”

"I'm still not at ease, what if you are in pain in the middle of the night, and suddenly die violently, you died because of me, I can't be ungrateful, you know, I talk about morality the most, if you die, I not only have to suffer mental guilt and torture every day, but also go to your grave every year, those paper money, firecrackers, offerings and something are precious, the price rises every year, profiteering, make money from the dead, if I can't afford it, I can only steal it and rob it, and then I will be sentenced to a hundred and eighty years and can't get out, Your grave may be left untended and weeds fluttering......"

Jiang Lige changed his strategy, and even deceived him, so that Song Wanqiao felt that there was a gust of wind around him, and he dragged Song Wanqiao to the infirmary after a while.

It's still the familiar female doctor, she was rubbing medicine on a boy who broke his leg while running, and when she saw someone coming, she threw away the cotton swab and muttered, "There are so many people injured today, more than in previous sports games combined." ”

He looked up at the person at the door again, "You two sit down, these pairs have become regulars!" ”

Jiang Lige looked embarrassed, and pushed Song Wanqiao a little unnaturally, "Come in." ”

"Where's the injury?" The female doctor asked.

"On my back." Jiang Lige replied.

"Are you his spokesman?"

"Forehead ......"

The female doctor saw that Jiang Lige's face was red, she held back her laughter, didn't tease her anymore, and threw her a bottle of Yunnan Bai ointment, "I'm a little busy now, you help him apply it." ”

Jiang Lige's eyes widened, and he searched in place for a while, "What about the other doctors and nurses?" ”

"Resources are scarce, I'm just a doctor here, as for my little apprentice, she went to guard the sports field, can't the sports meeting be held because a few people are fighting!"

Hearing this, Song Wanqiao got up and was about to go out, Jiang Lige noticed his motives, and his heart was anxious, regardless of squatting down and hugging his calves, rubbing his pants a little deformed, "Hey, don't, it's coming, I'll close my eyes and paint it for you, promise not to peek." ”

Looking at her cute appearance, Song Wanqiao's clenched teeth slowly loosened, but her fingers slowly curled together.

He half-closed his eyes, and sat still.