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Song Zhi's eyes moved down and landed on the pinched wrist. He frowned slightly, as if he was suffering from pain.

Jiang Yu couldn't care less about chasing those people, so he quickly let go of his hand.

"They didn't bully you, did they?"

His lower lip was stained with blood, and his eyes were deep and worried.

Song Zhi didn't answer, and raised her hand to subconsciously touch his bleeding lips, but finally stopped in mid-air.

She retracted her hand and her eyes became calm again.

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yu noticed her gaze, licked his lower lip, and rolled the blood into his mouth, which was filled with fishy sweetness.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and said for a long time, "I'm here to protect you."

"I don't need your protection." Song Zhi refused simply, "You can go."

Jiang Yu was frozen in place, his whole body trembling slightly, unable to take even half a step.

"Jiangyu?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes and looked at his drooping face.

"Are you crazy?! Let go!"

Song Zhi's pupils tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, holding his face with both hands, and pinched both sides of his cheeks with his right hand, trying to make him let go.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Jiang Yu's forehead, his eyes were full of fear, and he bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth. His lips were stained red with blood, which dripped onto Song Zhi's palm and turned into a coquettish blood-red flower.

"Jiang Yu, look up. I am Song Zhi."

He couldn't control himself, Song Zhi's voice turned into a harsh tinnitus in his ears, and he bit his lips tightly, as if he was about to bite off a large piece of meat at the next moment.

Song Zhi had seen Jiang Yu look like this once before, also on the basketball court. At that time, his temperament suddenly changed and he hugged her suddenly for no reason.

hug.
Song Zhi looked at his painful struggle with a heavy gaze.

The next second, she opened her arms and wrapped them around his waist. The scent of pinewood after snow instantly surrounded her.

She gently stroked Jiang Yu's back, from top to bottom, over and over again, murmuring to herself: "Jiang Yu, be good, don't be afraid, it's okay."

Her movements were a little stiff but she exuded gentleness from the inside out.

When she was a child, she was bullied by Song Lianyi. Whenever she fought back, Song Lianyi would sit on the ground and cry, slandering Song Zhi. Her cries attracted Li Zhiruan. She never found out what was right or wrong, pointing her nose and scolding Song Zhi. Then he comforted Song Lianyi like this over and over again.

Song Zhi had seen a lot, so he naturally learned this method of comforting people.

Jiang Yu was in a state of unconsciousness. Feeling the familiar softness in his arms, he finally slowly let go of his teeth, rested his head on Song Zhi's shoulder and neck, closed his eyes tightly, and his breathing slowly became even from messy.

He is like a weak patient, and Song Zhi is his special medicine. They are closely connected and cannot be separated.

The breeze carried the slightest drizzle, which seemed to fall on their faces.

"Jiang Yu, it's raining. Can I take your mobile phone and ask Zhou Ziyu to come out to pick you up?"

Song Zhi's cold face glowed with the softness of warm jade, and his tone was like a trickle, falling on Jiang Yu's heart with itch and tenderness.

He tightened his arms around Song Zhi's slender waist and groaned: "Yeah."

Song Zhi slowly put his hand into Jiang Yu's pants pocket.

The black sweatpants he wore today had deep pockets.

Song Zhi was being held, and it was difficult to stretch her arms. She stretched out her five fingers, but the distance was still not enough, and she could only touch a little above the phone.

She turned slightly sideways, lowered her shoulders, increased the range of movement of her hands, and reached deeper into her pocket. Suddenly, her slender fingers touched something hard, emitting scalding heat.

She was stunned for two seconds, and a flash of panic suddenly appeared in her eyes, then shyness, her heart accelerated suddenly, and her face suddenly turned red, as if she had suddenly taken a big sip of strong wine and was at a loss.Jiang Yu felt that a hot part of his body was being touched by a cold touch at this moment, and he let out a comfortable groan from the bottom of his throat. A hand slipped from Song Zhi's waist, and he was about to reach for the mischievous little hand. .

Song Zhi reacted quickly and stopped his hand.

"Don't move." His voice was trembling.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu was obedient and didn't move again. He rubbed his head on her shoulder and obediently put his hand back on her waist.

Song Zhi quickly pulled out the phone, and his originally cold hands became very hot, or in other words, his whole body was very hot.

She looked panicked, and the phone almost slipped from between her.

Song Zhi hurriedly opened his cell phone to divert his attention. The wallpaper was of a missile being launched, with fire coming from underneath.

Fortunately, there was no password set on the phone. She swiped her index finger upwards and opened the phone.

She quickly scrolled up the contact page, found Zhou Ziyu's name, and called him immediately.

The call was quickly connected, and the person on the other side spoke first: "Jiang Yu, I happened to be looking for you, so you called me. You will bring me some bananas back later. Why are you still acclimated to this school and constipated?" On."

Song Zhi: "."

To be honest, it's really hard not to laugh.

"Crooked? Speak quickly."

Zhou Ziyu was at the dormitory sink, with a large basin of washing water in front of him. He was washing his military training uniforms. His hands were full of foam. His cell phone was caught between his shoulder and ear, and he tilted his head.

"I'm Song Zhi."

Zhou Ziyu: "."

Snapped--

The next second, Zhou Ziyu's cell phone slipped from his shoulder and fell into a basin filled with laundry water.

"F*ck!" came the quintessence of Chinese language that Song Zhi expected from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Ziyu couldn't care less about the foam on his hands and quickly reached into the basin to take out his cell phone.

As soon as he got it, he quickly pulled it out, stamped his feet and shook it hard several times. Several long and thin traces of water soon appeared on the opposite wall.

The display screen during the call was still flashing, and Zhou Ziyu hurriedly said: "Wait a moment."

He hurriedly walked to the table, put down the phone, took out several paper towels, and stuck them on the phone to absorb water. The phone finally survived.

The operation to rescue the mobile phone was successfully completed. He let out a long sigh of relief, and then thought about what he had just said, and his face turned green.

He sat down on the luxurious ergonomic chair he bought specially, put his arms casually on the armrests, crossed his legs, teased for a while, looked at the caller ID on his phone, and said angrily: "Why are you holding Jiang Yu?" cell phone?"

Song Zhi stopped the smile on his lips: "Come to the basketball court and pick up Jiang Yu."

"Where?! Basketball court?! How could he go there!"

Zhou Ziyu immediately put away his careless look, jumped up, his whole face tensed, his eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan shape, he put the phone to his ear, and said seriously: "How is he doing now? Control him, I will be there soon .”

He took long strides, ran out of the dormitory, and slammed the dormitory door with a bang.

Song Zhi frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pursed his lips: "What happened to him? Why did he react like this when he got to the basketball court?"

Song Zhi looked at Jiang Yu in her arms. She was so weak that she couldn't believe that the timid person in front of her was once so confident on the court.

"That was his nightmare." Zhou Ziyu sighed, "Where are you now?"

"The third field to the west."

(End of this chapter)