"Now is not the time to think about it. Your toe protectors and pantyhose have been stained with blood like this, so you must have taken care of your foot injuries first. Zhong Buqun helped her take off the other pointe shoe again, "You have to change the pantyhose first." The sweat and blood on the tights and toe protectors melt together, and they come into direct contact with the wounds on the feet, so I am afraid that they are easy to get infected. ”

"You change your tights first, and I'll carry you to the infirmary later."

After taking off his pointe shoes, Lu Panpan's feet moved slightly, and dark red blood spilled out of the wound. For now, it's better not to move around and change back into the everyday clothes you wear to the dance studio.

After that, Zhong Buqun turned his back and faced the direction of the door of the dance room, no longer looking in the direction of Lu Panpan.

The practice rooms in this building are all rented and used by students freely. In case a student who makes a mistake pushes open the door of their practice room, it will be fine during the usual practice, but if someone sees Lu Panpan changing out of his pantyhose, it will not be good.

There is no one else here, and the task of "gatekeeper" naturally falls on Zhong Buqun.

Lu Panpan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and took off his pantyhose.

Her skin was smooth, so the red wound on her toe was particularly glaring. The sticky blood was like a thick glue, pressing her skin and pantyhose against each other, and she suffered again when she took them off.

If you don't take off your tights, you can only wait for infection; As soon as the pantyhose were taken off, the wound was completely like a floodgate, and fresh blood was gushing out.

The sweat that came out of Fang Cai's practice was carrying its salt at the moment, arrogantly gnawing on Lu Panpan's wound.

Alas, bear with me. After taking off the tights, put them back on, and you can go to the infirmary to disinfect the wound.

Zhong Buqun heard the sound of Lu Panpan's painful inhalation from time to time behind him, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, but it was not good to turn back and help her at this time, so he could only stand there impatiently.

When his eyes were nowhere to be placed, he stumbled upon the oil painting framed in a glass frame hanging in front of him, and Lu Panpan's figure could be faintly seen.

The girl in the painting is wearing a white tutu, her hair is neat and delicate, and only a few strands of broken hair hang down naturally, which makes her even more white and delicate.

And on the glass cover on the surface of the painting, Lu Panpan's graceful shadow almost compared the limelight of the girl in the painting, and firmly fixed Zhong Buqun's gaze.

Although it is not real, the outline of those tight and straight legs is fully seen by Zhong Buqun.

Maybe it was because her wound was too painful, judging from the reflection on the glass, Lu Panpan seemed to be frowning all the time.

Zhong Buqun realized that this was not good, and he wanted to look away, but Lu Panpan's figure seemed to have a hook, and he had just made up his mind to look away, and he would turn his gaze back as if he was out of control.

Obviously, it was just a shadow reflected in the glass, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but like a restricted-level picture, Zhong Buqun, a senior sea king, was a little blushing and heartbeating.

Now it's not as good as it was before this competition. At that time, they only attended classes, exams and participated in group performances. Whoever had an injury or illness was granted leave by the teacher. The classroom is full of people, and if you have a physical injury, even if you need to change your sweaty clothes urgently, you have to go to the bathroom to change them.

Like today, there are only two of them in the dance studio and they need to deal with emergencies by themselves, Zhong Buqun and Lu Panpan have never dealt with it.

Therefore, Zhong Buqun is also the first time...... saw Lu Panpan's figure when he changed his clothes.

For some reason, Zhong Buqun always felt that the temperature in the dance room was constantly rising, so high that even his breathing became rapid.

"I've changed it," before Zhong Buqun's ears were completely red, Lu Panpan finally changed his clothes. She slowly stood up and leaned on a nearby pole, "My feet seem to be able to exert strength, I will wrap the wound with a tissue in my bag and walk to the infirmary." ”

"Don't move." Zhong Buqun saw that she was leaning on the bar, almost pressing the weight of her whole body, and knew that she was being strong.

If I ignore her at this time and let her walk to the infirmary, I am afraid that by the time she arrives at the infirmary, her toes will already be blurred with flesh and blood.

"I'll carry you."

"I don't need to ......"

"Lu Panpan!" Zhong Buqun's tone was mixed with a little annoyance. Lu Panpan saw that he was really going to be angry, so he stopped insisting.

One thing to say, obviously let him carry himself to the infirmary, just, it's embarrassing to think about it, okay......

She has never lacked peach blossoms, and she is not so keen on physical contact with the opposite sex who has no idea of dating. Zhong Buqun carried her to the infirmary, so it was not only a matter of whether she could get in touch or not, but also likely to be seen by classmates who knew them on the way.

No matter how they say it, they were once the most influential figures in the academy, and they appeared on the road like this, for fear that it would cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Just carry it...... Why are you yelling at me......" Lu Panpan took the clean tissue handed by Zhong Buqun, wrapped the wound on his foot to prevent blood from dripping onto the ground, and then reluctantly climbed onto Zhong Buqun's back.

His thin, powerful arms wrapped around her legs and lifted her on her back with ease.