The doctor couldn't give a definite cause, so he only prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers for me to take first, and then see how effective it was.

Ling Xing knew the reason for her hand pain, but as soon as she thought that her hand would hurt for three days, her scalp began to go numb.

Tossed for most of the night, when the sky was about to dawn, Ling Xing also figured out the law of hand pain.

The pain in her hand will gradually decrease when she is still and the pain will intensify once the wrist is forced, and the range of force is determined according to the size, the smaller the object, the more obvious the pain.

It's okay to sleep, but you can't turn over during sleeping, otherwise it will hurt if you touch your wrist.

The electronic voice operated like this, and it was clear that she didn't want her to be able to hold a pen in her hand to write.

Ling Xing and Shi Shu returned home at 5:40 in the morning, and the two of them had hardly slept all night.

With this mental state, even if he went to school, he couldn't concentrate on the class, so Ling Xing decided to take a leave of absence in the morning to make up for sleep at home, and then go to school in the afternoon.

I don't know if it was because I took painkillers or because I was too sleepy, I simply ate some breakfast and Ling Xing lay on the bed and fell asleep almost in seconds.

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At 1:20 p.m., Shi Shu, who rarely goes out in the afternoon, insisted on sending Ling Xing to school wearing a cap and sunglasses.

Because he hates other people's strange eyes, he rarely goes out on a regular basis, and it is the first time that he has taken the initiative to go out like this.

Anyway, he was sitting in the car, and Ling Xing had no reason to refuse.

When he arrived at the school gate, Shi Shu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, got out of the car first and opened the car door for Ling Xing.

He stared at Ling Xing's right wrist for a while, and said, "I'll ask Dad to call your homeroom teacher again, and don't go to evening self-study for the next few days." ”

Ling Xing nodded: "Okay." ”

Just as he was about to close the car door, he heard Shi Shi say, "I'll pick you up after school in the afternoon." ”

He took advantage of the situation to sit in the back seat of the car, and closed the door from the inside without waiting for Ling Xing to answer.

Ling Xing swallowed all the words she wanted to refuse, and the car drove in front of her, leaving only a string of car exhaust fumes.

The back of the car disappeared from sight, Ling Xing turned his head and walked towards school, her brother was cold and warm-hearted, although he didn't say much, he really had nothing to say to her.

The wrist of his right hand could not exert force, and when Ling Xing walked, he put his right hand horizontally on his chest, and his left hand supported his right hand, which looked like a fracture.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, Qiu Yilin looked up as if she was conscious, her gaze first fell on Ling Xing's arm, and then quickly lowered her head to hide the smugness in her eyes.

Ling Xing heard her chattering with the electronic voice: "The strategy task is not so difficult." ”

It was not yet class time, and half of the classmates were not in the classroom, Ji Yan and the monkey were not there, and Su Qingluo at the back table was not there.

It wasn't until Ling Xing sat down in his seat that Zeng Zhile, a tablemate who was concentrating on the questions, raised his head from the half-finished test paper.

She looked at Ling Xing for a while and became curious: "Why did you ask for leave in the morning?" ”

Ling Xing held up his right wrist a little higher: "My hand hurts." ”

Zeng Zhile tilted his head and looked around at her right hand, it was not red or swollen, and he didn't see the problem at all: "Is there a fracture?" ”

It doesn't look like a fracture, and the fracture should also be put in a cast.

Ling Xing gently put his right hand on the desk and shook his head: "The doctor didn't say anything specific about what was going on. ”

It's mysterious, and some things are really not something that can be explored in the field of science, such as the system on Qiu Yilin.

Ling Xing didn't think about it, if she didn't dare to tell others that Qiu Yilin was talking to an electronic voice all day long, and that electronic voice could only be heard by her and Qiu Yilin, it would be strange if others didn't think she was insane.

Zeng Zhile sighed: "This is unlucky......

Then he asked, "Can I still write?" ”

A simple fist clenching action can't do it, and writing is definitely not possible.

Zeng Zhile finally didn't calm down, she looked back at the half-drawn blackboard newspaper: "If your hands can't write, then what if we write half of the blackboard newspaper?" ”

The corners of Ling Xing's lips pursed, and he said after a long time: "I don't know, wait tomorrow to see if it will be better." ”

It's only like this, the blackboard newspaper is more or less half written, and the time is still abundant, even if her hand hurts for three days, and when she doesn't hurt in the end, she writes more, but it's not that she can't complete the task.

When the preparatory bell was about to ring, Ji Yan and the monkeys went back to the classroom, they probably went to play ball, and their faces were covered with undried sweat.

When Ji Yan saw Ling Xing, his dark eyes lit up, and he took three steps and walked to the side of Ling Xing's seat: "Xingxing, why did you ask for leave in the morning?" ”

A wave of heat and the smell of sweat came.

Ling Xing was a little disgusted by this smell, she didn't want to have too much to do with Ji Yan, and she didn't say the reason for the pain in her hand, she just found an uncomfortable reason to prevaricate in the past.

Ji Yan didn't fail to see the change in Ling Xing's attitude, he blamed all the reasons for the bottle of water he picked up on the playground that day, and he was still annoyed, but he still felt that Ling Xing's temper was not as good as before.

The first class in the afternoon was physics class, and Ling Xing didn't write a word for most of the class, and she didn't even pick up the pen when the whole class was taking notes.

Fortunately, she answered the questions positively and sat in a relatively backward position, and the physics teacher did not notice her abnormality.

During the class, Ling Xing obviously felt Qiu Yilin look sideways at her several times, as if to confirm whether her hand was really so painful that she couldn't write, and every time she was sure that her hand was really not moving, Qiu Yilin's brows would rise a little.

It's quite a bit of a villain.

During recess, the boy at the front table accidentally touched Ling Xing's desk when he was stretching his waist, and the desk moved slightly, and the subtle movements stimulated the right hand placed on the table.

The pain in the heart came instantly.

Ling Xing gasped, subconsciously pinched his right wrist, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the desk, waiting for the pain to slowly subside.

Zeng Zhile took the cups of the two to fetch water, and no one noticed her abnormality, including the boy stretching at the front table.

Someone behind her gently poked her arm, but Ling Xing didn't move.

Already separated by a desk, Su Qingluo noticed her abnormality, so he leaned forward and approached her: "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Ling Xing shook his head against the desk, and said in a muffled voice, "No." ”

There was no more sound behind him.

Su Qingluo has always been a loner, and he has never been a nosy person.

After a while, Ling Xing felt that his wrist was touched by a cool object, and the pain seemed to have weakened.

She raised her head in surprise and met Su Qingluo's inquiring gaze.

At this moment, he was standing in Zeng Zhile's position, leaning closer to Ling Xing's desk, staring at her hand for a moment, and asked, "Hand hurts?"

The wrist of the right hand is tightly pinched, and the green tendons on the back of the hand that protrude slightly due to the lack of blood circulation are especially noticeable under the fair skin.

Ling Xing nodded tiredly: "Hmm."

I thought that Su Qingluo would continue to ask what the reason was, but he didn't ask anything, and turned his head back to his seat.

Well, there is no friendship between the two of them, and there is no such thing as a flip.

But Su Qingluo's attitude is too cold!

Just thinking about it, I felt a chill on my wrist, and the pain seemed to dissipate most of it.

Ling Xing lowered her eyes curiously and looked at her arm, there was an extra red braided thread on her wrist, and the red thread was loosely attached to her arm.

I don't know if it's a psychological reason, Ling Xing feels that his wrist doesn't seem to hurt so much.

She looked at Su Qingluo at the back table again, and the young man who was rarely writing lazily raised his eyelids to look at her.

"Cinnabar rope," seemed to see the confusion between Ling Xing's eyebrows, and he explained lightly: "It can ward off evil spirits." ”

Ling Xing: "......"

Young man, do you know that you are the future successor of the new century, how can you play superstition?!