Rong Shiyi rolled her eyes silently, too lazy to pay attention to him.

After Zhan Bochuan left, Rong Shiyi took Song Ci to the nearest hospital.

There were several wounds of varying depth on his forearm, all of which were cut out by the sharp surface of the beer bottle. Fortunately, the doctor said that he did not hurt his muscles and bones, but he still had to sew a few stitches.

Since he entered the hospital to register, Rong Shiyi ran away and never stopped. He was watching while the doctor was sewing a needle. Song Ci, the person involved, didn't have much expression, but he was shocked and caused the doctor to drive the person out.

So, Rong Shiyi could only sit on the chair at the door of the emergency room with Song Ci's school uniform coat in the end, and couldn't help but yawn.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, stared at the white wall opposite for a while, and accidentally fell asleep. He didn't wake up in a daze until someone patted his shoulder.

Rong Shiyi rubbed his eyes and looked sideways to see the bandage wrapped around Song Ci's arm. He then saw the order for prescriptions for prescriptions in his hand. Then he reached out to take it and took a look.

"I'll get the medicine, you'll wait."

There were not many people in the hospital at night, and Rong Shiyi had not been waiting in line for a long time to get the medicine. When she turned around, Song Ci was looking at him thoughtfully not far away.

When the dog is not furious, it looks quite reliable.

Rong Shiyi naturally didn't know what Song Ci was thinking, so he just walked over, threw the bag of medicine into Song Ci's arms, and passed on the doctor's words to him:

"Take it, eat it thirty minutes after the meal, and don't take other antibiotics during this period."

Song Ci responded, and Rong Shiyi didn't care much. But when he walked to the hospital door, he glanced at the bandage on Song Ci's arm, raised his hand to touch his ears, and said unnaturally:

"Thank you today."

It cannot be denied that although Song Ci is a bit annoying, his help today still touched Rong Shiyi.

Unfortunately, Rong Shiyi's touch did not last long, because the next second, Song Ci seemed to say "ah" a little confused, as if she had just remembered that this happened:

"Oh, I didn't like him very much, it was just a good idea. I didn't help you specifically, so I don't have to thank me too much."

“…”

Rong Shiyi pursed her lips and said in her heart that her true nature was difficult to change, and her tone was a bit bad:

"Where are you going?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, then curled up his slutty smile, and asked deliberately:

"You want to send me home?"

"You're thinking too much, I just want to ask where you are going so that you can avoid it accurately to reduce the time you spend with you."

"That's a pity."

Song Ci didn't care much. He paused, looked at Rong Shiyi's little expression full of disgust, and felt teasing in his heart.

He had an idea and then suddenly covered his arm:

"Hiss, Rong Shiyi, I suddenly feel that this injury is quite painful."

"?" Rong Shiyi was stunned by his face-changing speed. How could he not tell what he meant:

"You just told me not to thank you too much? I took it seriously."

"Is there any? Then I've changed my mind now."

Rong Shiyi could hear this guy's stomach trash without shaking it.

Anyway, he is the fault of everyday life today. Although Rong Shiyi doesn't like Song Ci, he doesn't want to be a person who repays kindness with grievances. This is very generous:

"Tell me, what can I do to make you feel painless? Apart from killing, setting fires and a million-dollar luxury cars, I will do my best to the rest."

"Oh?" A trace of interest flashed in Song Ci's eyes.

"I may not be able to carry my schoolbag."

Do you always carry your schoolbag with your forearm before?

Rong Shiyi rolled her eyes, but gritted her teeth and replied:

"I'll carry it for you."

"There are still many jobs in the student union. I'm afraid I can't do it in the short term..."

“How long does it take for the short term?”

Song Ci smiled so hard that she showed her tiger's teeth:

“One week.”

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

"Hiss, what should I do if Rong Shiyi is late every day and leave early, and delays things?"

"..." Rong Shiyi's fist became hard:

"I will attend classes on time for one week and be on call during school. Is it OK?"

"What do you want to do?"

"……Um."

"make a deal."

If an idiom is used to describe the current state of Song Ci, Rong Shiyi would choose "a treacherous and cunning".

He thought about it and always felt that he had lost money in this business.

"Add WeChat, I'll give you my address tonight. You will arrive at my doorstep at 7 a.m. tomorrow, right?" As she said that, Song Ci took out her phone and clicked on his QR code.

Rong Shiyi cooperated with him to scan, and then calculated the time in his mind:

"At the earliest, I got off work at 7:20 in the morning and couldn't get through. I didn't discuss it any longer. Although your kindness is great, your priority is not as good as my enthusiasm for working."

Song Ci seemed a little surprised, and then figured out some things.

It turns out that this guy is late and leaving early and going to bed in class because of part-time jobs in the morning and evening?

He thought about it for a moment and asked tactfully:

"Do you like part-time jobs?"

Rong Shiyi looked at him like a fool, and his answer was quite calm:

"I don't like part-time jobs, I just like money."

It was too late tonight after such a mess. The street was empty and there were not even a few passing cars.

Rong Shiyi had insufficient sleep for a long time, and at this time he couldn't help but yawn. When he opened his eyes, he had a thin layer of mist covered his eyes, and his whole body seemed a little harmless.

He was almost sleepy, but fortunately, Song Ci still had a little conscience left and did not mention the intention of letting Rong Shiyi send him home because...

Because his driver drove to pick him up.

Good guy, is this the class gap?

Rong Shiyi glanced at Song Ci, rejected his kindness to send him home, and went to the roadside to sweep a bicycle.

Song Ci was sitting in the car, the window slowly shaking, and the light ink-colored glass separated his vision, but it did not affect his sight of the little red-haired figure in the rearview mirror riding a bicycle.

Lao Wu, the driver and housekeeper of the Song family, did not pay attention to his gaze, but glanced at Song Ci's wounds with some concern:

"Xiao Ci, isn't it good to go home and call a private doctor if you are injured? You're still queuing up to the hospital so late."

Song Ci's curvy lips:

"It's okay, it's quite interesting."

Old Wu stopped talking helplessly.

He didn't know whether Song Ci found interesting, whether it was a matter or a person.

Rong Shiyi was a good young man who said he would do his best, so the next day after he finished his work in the breakfast shop, he changed his clothes and rushed to Song Ci.

Along the way, Rong Shiyi pedaled the bicycle very quickly, but the Song Ci family was really far away, so he rushed slowly and was still one minute late.

The Song family lives a little far away from his house, but there is a reason for it to be far away. His family has an exaggerated manor. When you look in from the gate, you can see a small artificial lake and an outrageously large house in the yard.

When Rong Shiyi arrived, Song Ci was already waiting at the door, and a black sedan that looked quite low-key was parked in front of him.

Rong Shiyi locked the bicycle, inserted his waist and looked at the spectacular manor in front of him, and then looked at the car. Finally, his eyes fell on Song Ci, and his mind finally turned around:

"Don't you have a car to pick you up?"

Song Ci nodded, not guilty at all:

"Well, but you said you wanted to carry my schoolbag, why would I have the nerve to refuse? Come on, let's go to school together."

Rong Shiyi gently pressed her cheek with the tip of her tongue and smiled angry.

"Song Ci, you are a little bit ill."

But he did take the initiative to help Song Ci carry her schoolbag. Rong Shiyi could only swallow her pain. Not riding Song Ci's car was his last stubbornness.

Rong Shiyi snatched the schoolbag in Song Ci's hand and was about to carry it on her body and ride a bicycle alone to show her pride. As a result, after feeling the weight of the schoolbag, the schoolbag hesitated.

Rong Shiyi weighed it again in disbelief, and then asked seriously:

"Did you stuff gold bricks into your bag?"

So heavy?
To be continued...