When Jin Jiaojiao saw the name of "Yang Heyu" written on the bulletin board in the disciplinary notice announced by the whole school, she froze in place for half an hour. Jin Jiaojiao's heart immediately twitched, a kind of kind anxiety emerged, and she almost couldn't hold back and went straight to Yang Heyu's dormitory like a year ago.
Before leaving school during the winter vacation, she dragged her suitcase and deliberately took a detour and walked past Yang Heyu's dormitory. She looked up at the familiar door for a long time.
At that time, Jin Jiaojiao suddenly thought: There is no such thing as a chance encounter, but it was all a head-on collision.
Yang Heyu's refusal aroused her self-esteem, and she told herself to put away all initiatives and retain the last pride. But he didn't expect that the matter between them was not over, and blood would still be shed.
It's just that it didn't hit the head badly, but hit the "knee" badly.
Sure enough, Yang Heyu didn't get the scholarship.
It is also impossible for him to ask his family for money again, so he can only arrange a part-time job schedule more accurately during the heavy schoolwork in the second semester of his junior year.
Every morning at five o'clock, he would ride his bike to a park 20 minutes away from the school to do sanitation. Counting from the winter vacation, he has had less than 5 hours of sleep for nearly two months.
After all, Yang Heyu is not an indestructible body, even if he is not sick, his mental state is mostly damaged.
He has cultivated a unique skill, that is, when riding a bicycle, he can properly squint his eyes to catch sleep according to the feeling of the road.
The campus is still immersed in silence at five o'clock in the morning, and he is already familiar with it, even if he closes his eyes all the way, he will not ride the wrong way.
As long as pedestrians obediently walk on the crosswalk, at least not in the middle of the road, there will be no "tragedies" at all.
But pedestrians are always his own pedestrians, not Yang Heyu's robot. It was too late to brake after hearing the scream, and the tragedy was destined to happen.
Yang Heyu took a closer look, and it wasn't someone else he knocked down, it was Jin Jiaojiao.
Jin Jiaojiao was wearing sportswear. The weather was getting cold, but she was still wearing shorts, with Sony's new ultra-thin walkman pinned to her waist.
Yang Heyu knocked her down from behind. She landed on her knees naked, and immediately a large piece of skin was torn, and the stains seeped into the bright red. She looked a bit miserable.
The two looked at each other, surprised and indignant, which turned into embarrassment within two seconds.
Jin Jiaojiao's heart beat faster, she quickly lowered her head to look at her legs, gasping for breath, enduring the pain.
"I'm sorry!" Yang Heyu quickly got out of the car and walked over to see Jin Jiaojiao's injury.
Seeing him approaching, she dragged one leg as if trying to escape.
"Let me take you to the infirmary, there should be someone on duty."
"No, I have purple potion myself."
Today, Jin Jiaojiao is not the same as before. She no longer stares at Yang Heyu, or even looks at him. When she talks, she looks in other directions.
"Then I'll take you back to the dormitory." Seeing that she was badly injured, Yang Heyu felt very guilty. He patted the back seat of the bicycle and said, "I'll push you back. I'm really sorry, I was too careless."
Jin Jiaojiao hesitated for a while, then nodded in vain. Seeing that her clothes were thin, Yang Heyu shivered, took off his own clothes and put them on for her.
Jin Jiaojiao sniffed the clear scent of soap locust on his coat, and she felt mixed emotions and her eyes became hot. Fortunately, Yang Heyu always gave her his back, so he didn't lose face any more.
All the way in silence, until the downstairs of Jin Jiaojiao's dormitory, Yang Heyu asked again:
"Is there really no need to go to the infirmary? The injury is serious."
"No need." Jin Jiaojiao got out of the car and hopped into the dormitory building without raising her head or looking away.
Behind her, Yang Heyu hesitated to speak, and his coat was taken away by Jin Jiaojiao just like that. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com