"I shouted for help, don't you have ears? Just go away if you are gloating! It's all your fault! Ouch..." Fan Qiang was extremely annoyed when he saw Lin Feifan coming.

Lin Feifan said with a smile: "Why are you gloating? Actually, I warned you later, but you were as fast as flying without even looking back."

"I'm finished, maybe disabled!" Fan Qiang touched his face and found that his hands were covered with blood.

Lin Feifan quickly checked Fan Qiang's whole body, fearing that he had a broken arm or leg.

There was nothing wrong with my hands and feet. I only found a big bump on the top of my head, but the skin was not broken.

After turning Fan Qiang over for inspection, an unpleasant smell hit his nostrils.

Lin Feifan hurriedly wrapped his arms around his nose and exclaimed: "It's all wet and broken!"

"Am I disfigured? My face! Woo-ooh..." Fan Qiang started to cry sadly. He is born ugly and cannot change it. If his appearance is disfigured, it will make things worse. He will look for a wife in the future.

It's all difficult.

The blood, soot, and tears mixed together looked extremely ugly and ridiculous.

Lin Feifan carefully examined the big painted face and found that blood was dripping from the nostrils, and a few nose hairs were flushed out by the blood. It was disgusting.

"Don't worry, your face is intact and the blood is coming from your big nostrils. Does your lower body hurt?" Lin Feifan asked with concern.

"My feet seem to hurt." Fan Qiang stopped crying, sat up, and touched his face again. Unexpectedly, the nosebleeds became even worse.

"Oh, lie down!" Lin Feifan pressed down on Fan Qiang and made him lie flat on the ground.

Seeing a faucet not far away, Lin Feifan quickly ran to the faucet, took out some toilet paper from his pocket, and soaked it thoroughly.

He had heard that applying a cold towel to the bridge of the nose can help stop bleeding when the nose bleeds.

I always carry a few pieces of toilet paper in my pocket when I go out, just in case of emergencies. I didn’t expect it to come in handy now.

"Close your eyes and I'll stop the bleeding." Lin Feifan folded the dripping toilet paper into a square, placed it on the bridge of Fan Qiang's nose, and pinched Fan Qiang's nose tightly through the paper.

With the dual effects of cooling and compression, the nosebleeds stopped quickly.

After continuing to apply pressure for a while, Lin Feifan helped Fan Qiang sit up.

"Hey, it's my car! Hurry up and pick up my car!" Fan Qiang then discovered that his motorcycle was lying on the ground and had not turned off.

"Didn't I just rescue you?" Lin Feifan walked to the side of the motorcycle, pinched the handlebars with both hands, and lifted it up with all his strength...

boom--

The engine made a loud noise, and the rapidly rotating rear wheels rubbed against the ground.

The motorcycle spun half a circle like a beast, with black smoke coming out from behind and cinders flying on the ground.

What a ferocious leopard!

"Oh my God!" Lin Feifan shouted, jumped up in fright, dropped his motorcycle and ran to the side.

Due to excessive force, he suddenly turned the throttle to the maximum position.

"Turn off the engine first!" Fan Qiang stamped his feet repeatedly, feeling terribly distressed.

"How to turn off the engine? This is a new thing."

"Turn the key counterclockwise."

Lin Feifan turned off the motorcycle, and Fan Qiang got up to help. The two worked together to lift the motorcycle.

"Your legs are not in the way, are they?" Lin Feifan found that Fan Qiang was having trouble walking.

Fan Qiang tried to move his right foot and grimaced in pain: "It's okay, I have to report to Principal Xu quickly."

"I think you should go home first." Lin Feifan looked at Fan Qiang's pants and said.

"Why don't you go to work if you're so slightly injured? I won't listen to you. I won't get out of the line of fire even if I'm slightly injured."

After Fan Qiang finished speaking, he limped to the faucet and washed his hair and face.

Lin Feifan looked at Fan Qiang's butt and trembled with laughter: "Wouldn't it be more joyful to wear red pants on the first day of work?"

"How do you know?" Fan Qiang put his hand into his pants and groped around in panic, fearing that something was missing.

"Are you really naughty?" Lin Feifan stopped laughing and looked disgusted.

The moment he fell into the sky, Fan Qiang was completely lost and completely unconscious.

In an unconscious state, people naturally have no relevant feelings and memories...

Fan Qiang confirmed that there was nothing serious in his crotch, except that it was a little damp, but he didn't care, thinking it was because of the hot weather...

Thinking about the assignment, Lin Feifan felt very uneasy and asked: "Are you really here to work today?"

"Yes, can I still lie to you? Yesterday, Principal Xu called my home and asked me to report today. The teaching tasks will be arranged tomorrow, and the class will officially start the day after tomorrow." Fan Qiang's face was full of pride, and he

I got carried away with my pride.

When he learned about the allocation yesterday, he was eager to compare with Lin Feifan.

Hum! It’s better to have a good father than to have a good job. I, Fan Qiang, have a good job because I have a good father.

If you, Lin Feifan, have a good face, can your job get better? Unless you change your job to a job where you rely on your face to make a living.

…

Lin Feifan frowned slightly, wondering if it was because there was no phone installed at home that his cousin could not notify him of work in time.

There is still hope. My cousin should be able to help, right?

When Lin Feifan was admitted to the Normal College, his father approached Principal Xu.

Principal Xu had promised at that time that Lin Feifan could directly work at Lingnan High School after graduation.

So during the three years of studying at the Teachers College, on the first day of the first lunar month of each year, Lin Feifan, under the arrangement of his father, carried his things to his cousin to pay New Year's greetings early in the morning.

After the home-grown peanuts, sesame seeds, black melon seeds and other agricultural and sideline products are harvested and dried, Father Lin will carry a bag to Principal Xu as soon as possible.

Every year at the end of the twelfth twelfth lunar month, when the family celebrates the New Year of the Pig, Lin Feifei will ride a bicycle to deliver dozens of kilograms of pork, pork kidneys, pork livers, and pig hearts to his cousin.

Over the past three years, my cousin's family moved to a new home, their daughter got married, my cousin got sick and was hospitalized, a small house was built behind the big house, a new motorcycle was bought, and my cousin fell and injured himself while riding...

Congratulations on happy events and condolences on sad events, Lin Feifan's family often gave out red envelopes.

Lin's father had told Lin Feifan that his cousin, who was the principal, was closer than Lin Feifan's grandfather, so he should be filial to his cousin.

Seeing that Lin Feifan was deep in thought and silent, Fan Qiang started his motorcycle and prepared to leave.

"Look at your butt." Lin Feifan reminded him directly. He had no intention of nagging Fan Qiang any more.

Fan Qiang quickly got off the motorcycle, turned around and looked at his butt. He saw that a large piece of his pants was torn in the middle of his butt. The red trousers were clearly visible inside, and there was a map drawn on it...

"I have to go home first." Fan Qiang hurriedly got on his motorcycle, turned a corner, and drove quickly outside the school.

"Ride slower and pay attention to safety!" Lin Feifan did not dare to scold him anymore. He was worried that it would happen to Fan Qiang again.
Chapter completed!