Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

8.5 - Three-party game

Chu Jingran, who was calling names on the podium, paused slightly with his fingers lowered, raised his head and called out: "Cheng Yimo."

"arrive."

Casting his gaze to the far right of the back row of the classroom, Chu Jingran found a familiar face.

He smiled vaguely at the person and blinked his eyes. After saying hello, he looked back and said, "Song Ning..."

Seeing such an intimate gesture, all the speculations in Cheng Yimo's mind slowly dissipated for the time being, and the suspicions he had in the morning disappeared.

If the other party comes back like me, then he should be like the person in the dark, monitoring him immediately instead of approaching him openly. The most important thing is that he can still show such indifferent intimacy!

After all, I personally killed him in the first place. No matter what twists and turns there were, I was the irrefutable enemy of him.

Therefore, this is destined to be a wonderful meeting by mistake.

The roll call was over, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class. On the podium, Chu Jingran smiled and declined the invitations of many classmates to dine together, and greeted those who left the classroom to dine one by one, until only two acquaintances were left in the classroom. .

Cheng Yimo, who was sitting in his seat, saw the man not far away looking at him with a smile, and took the initiative: "Is this the secret that the teacher told you before?"

"Well, that's right. Aren't you surprised? On the first day of taking office, the teacher almost hit a student. This is definitely the first time."

He raised his lips imperceptibly and said, "This is indeed the first time."

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

Seeing that it was the peak dining period, Chu Jingran didn't rush to invite anyone to dinner. He walked up to the person and asked, "How is the injury? Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better."

"There are a lot of people eating at this meeting. It's not too late to finish applying the medicine before going." After saying that, he reached out and picked up the ointment on his desk.

Cheng Yimo immediately said: "No need, Teacher Ji, I can just give the medicine myself."

Chu Jingran said casually: "Are you enough?"

Cheng Yimo was speechless. Part of the injury was indeed out of his reach. Chu Jingran unscrewed the ointment, but when he was about to help others apply the ointment, he paused slightly.

Cheng Yimo raised his head when he saw someone holding ointment in front of him, blinked and said, "I forgot to buy a cotton swab for the medicine."

Seeing the slightly aggrieved and annoyed look in the misty eyes opposite him, Cheng Yimo felt dumbfounded in his heart. Is this person really his teacher?

Chu Jingran, who had just taken up the post, naturally didn't know where the school's infirmary was, and it was obviously very irresponsible to let the patients go there by themselves. Yu Chengyi looked at him with puzzled eyes, put down the ointment in his hand, and washed his hands with water. Then I squeezed out a soybean-sized piece of milky white ointment on my fair fingertips, and applied the medicine carefully.

Cheng Yimo was a little confused by his series of actions. When he saw the other party helping himself to apply the medicine with his own hands, the moment the other party's soft fingertips lightly touched his skin, he felt as if he was caught off guard. The sharp thorn stung him, and Cheng Yimo retracted his hand reflexively.