Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

5

Chapter 5

In fact, being hit wouldn't mean anything, but he and the boy had the same idea at this moment. They both felt that someone as slender and weak as Xue Yu must have something.

Xie Qingyun himself didn't realize that he was a little nervous. He tentatively pointed at the back of his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Xue Yu was too lazy to speak.

He stared at the red back of his hand, frowning slightly, and his eyes were softened by a layer of water. The original owner's body was too delicate, and it hurt even if he hit it.

The boy looked very nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone: "I'm really sorry. Why don't you add my contact information and I'll transfer you any amount of money."

Xue Yu then raised his eyes and gave him his gaze. An ordinary boy who is unremarkable and will be buried immediately if he is released into the sea.

The boy's ears turned red at the sight of him, his heart rapidly contracted and expanded, and a physiological soreness and numbness rushed through the back of his head.

This flustered look showed that the words just now were not just for compensation, but also contained some hidden thoughts.

Xie Qingyun looked at him coldly, his face as cold as three feet of ice, and his thin eyelids were raised, looking cold and indifferent. He said coldly: "No need."

As soon as these words came out, before the boy could react, Xue Yu glanced at him quickly.

The eyes are enlarged, the eyelashes are slightly raised, and the stare is beautiful.

Xie Qingyun pursed his lips and handed over a "?" expression.

Xue Yu just wanted to find something to stuff his mouth.

No need? Why not?

Very, very useful.

Raising a little lover has emptied his family fortune. What Chen Yan gave him was not enough to fill his teeth. Without a new source, he was ready to find a suitable bowl and take to the streets.

It took a lot of effort for the little boy to say such flattering words, but Xie Qingyun actually said no.

He bet he wasn't the one who paid for it.

Xue Yu barely restrained his stiff lips and took out his mobile phone: "Add me."

Xie Qingyun frowned because of his words.

The boy with a sullen expression nodded quickly, swept away the clouds between his brows, and came over to add Xue Yu.

Even his hair was beaming with joy before he left.

Xue Yu turned off the phone screen, glanced at Xie Qingyun, who had a frozen expression, and said lightly: "I'm going to class, you can go."

Without giving Xie Qingyun a chance to speak, he turned around and walked towards the teaching building.

Xie Qingyun had no classes in the morning, but had to go to the gym to train. He stood expressionless for a few seconds and then walked to the gym.

There were already many people in the gym. They had changed into sportswear and were warming up in the open space. Xie Qingyun glanced at them and was about to go to the locker room to change.

Halfway through, he was blocked by a tall boy with a crew cut. He held a basketball under his right arm and kept popping bubble gum in his mouth. He looked at Xie Qingyun with a breath: "Hey, where did you just go?"