Gao Wutong supported Liu Xiyue's back and legs, picked her up and walked to a nearby hospital.

Liu Xiyue leaned on Gao Wutong's chest, shy and relieved. Lan Lingmei sighed loudly:

"I'm so happy!"

"I fell like this, and you still make fun of me, it's so unsympathetic."

"Come down, I'll carry you."

"I'm afraid I'll fall again."

"You're used to it."

Liu Xiyue grinned at Lan Lingmei.

When he arrived at the hospital, several drops of sweat had fallen on Gao Wutong's head on Liu Xiyue's clothes.

After taking a film, the doctor said that there was no bone injury, just a ligament sprain, pay attention to rest, the pain will be relieved in a few hours, and a few plasters were prescribed.

On the way back to the courtyard, Liu Xiyue regretted:

"I almost finished first in the group. Just a little bit. ”

"Your group is very fast, and if you don't replay, it's no problem to finish in the top five." Liang Qingfeng said.

Liu Xiyue smiled slightly and glanced at Gao Wutong proudly.

"It's better not to run away in the future."

"Why?"

Gao Wutong didn't speak, and moved his arm to make Liu Xiyue lie down more comfortably.

"People are worried about you."

"Worried about what?"

"I'm worried you're gaining weight."

"You can still run if you're fat!"

"Yes, you can run, but Mr. Gao can't hold it. You see, I'm already sweating profusely. ”

"I have no conscience, and you make fun of me."

"It's you who has no conscience, and you haven't said thank you to Teacher Gao until now."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's good not too fat. ”

When Liu Xiyue heard this, she looked at Gao Wutong with horizontal eyebrows.

Gao Wutong pretended not to see it. Lan Lingmei smiled:

"Teacher Gao, are you tired?"

"Not tired."

"Not tired at all?."

"Not tired at all."

"Holding a loved one, of course not tired."

"To be honest, I'm still a little tired."

"Really?"

"Sweat can't be fake."

"Liu Xiyue, did you hear it, Teacher Gao is tired. Be interesting, come down and I'll carry you. ”

"I'm talking and playing, and I'm not tired at all."

"Holding a loved one, of course, is not tired at all."

A drop of sweat fell on Liu Xiyue's arm, crystal clear. Liu Xiyue smiled happily.

At noon, Liang Qingfeng told Liu Xiyue that she finished third in the 400-meter run. Liu Xiyue couldn't wait to tell Gao Wutong right away and see his expression after hearing it.

During the recess of self-study on Monday morning, Liu Xiyue glanced at the classroom door irritably. She hadn't seen Gao Wutong yesterday, and she wanted to see it today but was afraid to see it. After the first bell, a bald head shook in the doorway, hesitated and walked in, and the classroom immediately resounded with cheers.

"My bald head is okay, isn't it?"

"Teacher Gao is a monk in which nunnery, why don't you wear a robe?" Lanling Meidao.

Everyone laughed, and Gao Wutong smiled and pointed to the suit.

"This is my robe."

"It's strange that Mr. Gao actually shaved his head."

"I made a bet with someone, I lost, and I had to fulfill the contract."

"Bet with whom?"

"A little doll."

"Teacher Gao still blames the trustworthy."

Liu Xiyue was happy and a little annoyed, and looked down at the textbook.

Lan Lingmei stared at Liu Xiyue carefully. Liu Xiyue looked like she didn't care about herself, picked up a pen and sketched in the textbook. Lan Lingmei smiled slightly, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah, there's a scar on the bald head, could it be a scratch on the scalp?"

Liu Xiyue immediately looked up when she heard this, but she couldn't see anything.

"I know who that little doll is."

"Tell me about it."

"Surely not you."

"Of course."

"It's a ruthless little shrew, and the old man Gao is afraid of her, so he has to do it."

Liu Xiyue gritted her teeth and smiled at Lan Lingmei.

"You're really guessing."

After class, Gao Wutong corrected his homework in the teaching and research department.

At the end of the third period, a colleague went back to the teaching and research department to pour boiling water, saying that the principal was looking for him.

Q: What's the matter? A colleague said you'll know when you go.

When he arrived at the principal's office, Wu Bianluo asked him to sit down. Gao Wutong smiled:

"Principal Wu, is there something you are looking for me?"

Wu Bianluo picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and put it down.

"You really don't know why you're looking for you?"

"Is it because of the shaved head? This doesn't affect others! ”

"You're thinking too simply. Why do you want to shave your head? ”

"The scalp is a little ringworm, and the doctor recommends shaving the head to rub the medicine."

"You don't need to shave that much."

"Principal Wu is really discerning."

"What is the reason?"

"In ancient times, women cut off their hair to show their desperation, and I shaved my head because of emotional problems, the purpose is mainly to show determination, and I am by no means dissatisfied with society, nor with the school, nor with you, Principal Wu. Don't worry, I'll pay attention to it in the future. ”

"I see. You young people are just impulsive. There's no need at all. If you fall out of love, you can find it again. I can help too. ”

"Thank you, Principal Wu."

"What kind of person are you looking for?"

"I'll try it myself, I can't find it and trouble you again."

"Don't be too polite. I'll let you know when you find the right one. ”

Gao Wutong is not good to refuse again, for fear of refuting Wu Bianluo's face.

"Then thank you Principal Wu for your concern."

After dinner, Liu Xiyue took a book and went to the front yard to find Gao Wutong.

The door of Gao Wutong's dormitory was open, as if waiting for her. Liu Xiyue knocked and opened the door wider after entering. Gao Wutong was reading a book in front of the writing desk, turned his head and smiled: "You're here." Liu Xiyue patted his bald head lightly with a book, frowned and said, "It's ugly, you're really shaved!" ”

Gao Wutong stood up, took the book in Liu Xiyue's hand and put it on the desk, held her hand and kissed it, staring into her eyes.

"I promised you, and I will keep my promise."

"Put on the robe again, and you will look more like a monk."

"What kind of monk do you look like?"

"Flower Monk."

Gao Wutong laughed and hugged Liu Xiyue.

"Your lips are beautiful, but this sentence is not beautiful."

"Thank you for taking me to the hospital that day."

"It's okay, it scared me at the time."

"Distressed?"

"It still hurts when I think about it."

Liu Xiyue's face rubbed a little against Gao Wutong's chest, and smiled brightly.

"Your heart says you're lying."

"You're so cute."

"Am I a little fat?"

"Just kidding. You are slim and well-proportioned and agile. ”

"Then why are you sweating?"

"Walking so far with a beautiful big girl, there is a problem if you don't sweat."

"The smell of sweat has the smell of sports, which is very unique and confusing."

"The fragrance on your body, mixed with the smell of sweat, is even more special."

"Tired or not?"

"I can't put it down, I really don't want to put it down."

"You're a bum."

"Light and graceful, like a ball of cotton with a light fragrance."

"The essential trick for liars is to have a sweet mouth."

"People who fall for it are often willing."

"Who did you watch in the 400 meters?"

"You're the only one."

"Liars. Zhu Geqi said that when Cui Yunzhu ran, you were on the side of the track. ”

"Your eyes and ears are really unguardable, why don't I have eyes and ears."

"Tell me what's going on."