MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 19 Beaten

The campus forum is another day of explosions, a hot post floats high on the homepage, the title reads—

[Shocked, Xia Shen has empathized with another, and openly confessed to the school grass! 】

[When will the school girl marry me]:? ? ? Is the landlord dreaming in broad daylight?

[The banner of Chu Yan will never fall]: The school grass and the overlord of Chu are a couple, okay, get away from the little crazy.

[Similu]: Although, Xia Zhinian looks really good-looking.

[Sago dew]: Picture.jpg

Standing under a tree to hide from the shade, the young man kept fanning his face with his hands, his skin was tender and his lips were bright red, his round and clear almond eyes seemed to find something, and he accidentally looked towards the camera.

[Don't change your name if you don't enter the top 50]: I also have this picture of my sister, so excited!

[Don’t change your name if you don’t enter the top 50]: My best friend is in Class 1. It is said that a girl confessed to Yan Ci. Xia Zhinian was unlucky when he was watching a play and was caught by the teacher. In order not to say who confessed, he said that he likes Yan Ci. . Just the sauce, let it go.

[Call me Xiaotiantian]: But the school grass and Xia Zhinian are really not right, I am excited to bite my hand.jpg

[I hope my new CP will come true]: Sister +1, I have a picture, but I haven't posted it before, and I will fight today!

[I hope my new CP will come true]: Picture.jpg

In the corridor outside the infirmary, a tall and long-legged boy stepped forward, holding a boy with one hand like a child in his arms, and resting his other hand on his waist.

The boy rested his head on his shoulder and was fast asleep with his eyes closed.

The two people in the picture are a gentle and noble son, and a good and soft young master. They have a sense of distance that they have a world of their own that no one else can penetrate.

The post exploded completely.

[Chu Yan locked up]: What is this? P picture upstairs? !

[Milk tea is so delicious]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, would I say that there is something wrong with them!

[Anonymous well-meaning person from class 1, sophomore year]: Zhentu, Xia Zhinian was not feeling well, and was taken away by the class monitor. We all saw it, but we were too shocked and forgot to take a picture.

[Descendants of the Yuan Dynasty]: Yes, I can't even believe my eyes.

[Milk tea is so delicious]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! (>y<) Are there any more kind revelations upstairs?

[The Banner of Chu Yan will never fall]: Can a psychopath be related to Yan Ci? Yan Ci is just a good person, and Chu Yan is the main palace!

[Anonymous well-meaning person from class 1 of the second year of high school]: ... Xia Zhinian still likes Chu Qingjian, and we teachers don't believe in Bai Yanci, let Xia Zhinian review 800 words.

Xia Zhinian held the mobile phone to see the posts getting higher and higher, turned off the mobile phone dejectedly, looked at the love letter left by the original owner on the table that had not yet been sent, and sighed long and hard.

The Chinese teacher didn't let him go out to punish him, but only asked him to submit a self-criticism.

But he would rather stand still than write.

Xia Zhinian sat in front of the desk with a bitter face, facing the love letter written by the original owner, wrote the word "criticism" on the top of the blank paper and pen.

The handwriting is clear and meaningful, and it is far from the original owner's Goupai characters.

"..."

This is no good, it cannot be written, and it will definitely reveal the truth when it is written.

Xia Zhinian wanted to cry but had no tears, so he tore off this page of paper, crumpled it, and threw it into the trash can. Even if he said that he has been practicing calligraphy recently, it is impossible for him to change so much in a short period of time.

Pulling at the two dull hairs on the top of his head, Xia Zhinian suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, he opened the location and searched for the nearest handwriting identification institution and calligraphy copying institution.

Then I took a taxi and went out quickly, and went into a shop for cultural relic protection and copying.

Xia Zhinian entered quickly: "Hello, can you copy and write different characters based on the existing articles?"

The store owner is an old man in Chinese costume, with an apprentice next to him, smiling kindly, "It depends on the difficulty of the handwriting of the original article."

There is a door!

Xia Zhinian rolled his eyes, "It's not difficult, it's very simple for you."

The shopkeeper nodded, "Can I read the original article first?"

Xia Zhinian took something out of his pocket and quickly put it on the glass counter, his amber eyes sparkled, "This!"

- He let go of his hand, and a hand-sized piece of randomly folded paper appeared on the counter.

It's a... pink and tender love letter.

And the handwriting is extremely distorted.

Shopkeeper: "...?"

apprentice:"…??"

The shopkeeper looked at the precious antiques on the famous calligraphy and paintings hanging in his shop, and was silent for two seconds, "... Then what do you want to write?"

"!" Xia Zhinian smiled shyly, opened the memo on the phone, found the content he copied from the Internet, and put it in front of the two of them.

The two bold characters on the top are very eye-catching.

— review.

Shopkeeper: "..."

apprentice:"…"

The shopkeeper's expression seemed to have been impacted in his life.

Fortunately, after some negotiation, Xia Zhinian still accepted the order. Xia Zhinian made an appointment to pick it up before class tomorrow morning, paid the deposit and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper sighed softly, "Today's children, in order not to write a review, there are various methods."

"..." Xia Zhinian quickly slipped away.

He went out early the next morning and received a review imitated by professionals, which was almost indistinguishable from the original owner's previous handwriting.

Xia Zhinian sighed in admiration.

It's a good idea, why didn't he think of it before, I don't know if there can be a long-term cooperation here, and help him write his homework.

It just might not be enough.

Xia Zhinian looked at the three-digit number at the beginning of his mobile bank, and frowned again.

He wanted to come to get the review, but he didn't ask Xia's driver to take him, so he took a taxi to the school by himself. It was still early, and there was no one at the school gate.

Passing by the alley that was blocked by Yan Ci when he followed Chu Qingjian last time, he suddenly heard a few girls crying faintly from inside, as well as one or two casual male voices.

Xia Zhinian frowned, looked left and right, took out something from the side to hold it, and walked in quickly.

Inside, there were a few tall, burly punks with flowery arms, stuck in the corner, talking in a smooth manner.

"Little classmate, we are not bad people. You paid the protection fee so we can protect you, right?"

"That's right, don't say it, the little classmate is really beautiful."

The girl struggled and screamed.

"bump!"

There was a muffled sound of being hit by a heavy object, accompanied by the painful cry of the tall flowery arm, and at the same time, "Fuck, who hit me!"

"I did."

The clear youthful voice continued.

Xia Zhinian held a wooden stick in his hand and held it in front of him. The punk who was smashed looked angry, and when he turned around to see him, he froze for a moment, and then became more fierce, "Xia Zhinian?!"

"You're **** looking for death, right! Where's your money, pay it!"

Xia Zhinian: "??"

The little gangster aggressively yanked his stick. Xia Zhinian had never fought before, so he panicked and quickly avoided it. Bang hit the head of the other side again, and stretched out his hand to grab the girl, "Run."

But the girl was blocked in the corner, and there were two punks beside him. Instead of pulling her out, he was punched in the back instead, causing him to gasp in pain.

The little **** grabbed his arm, and the other person leisurely came up to pinch his face, "Fuck, I suddenly found that the surname Xia is pretty good-looking, I don't know how to **** it."

Xia Zhinian was in poor health before, had never fought, let alone been beaten, insulting words poured into his ears, and his anger surged up.

"What kind of ghost dream are you in broad daylight!"

Someone snatched the stick, he raised his hand suddenly, and the stick hit the nose of the man who pinched his face, the little **** wailed, and fell down clutching his nose.

He had never done anything out of the ordinary, and he had a good-looking face, but now his eyes showed a bit fierce, his breathing was a little rapid, and he didn't respond to being punched a few times, and he swung a stick at the remaining two people.

The Xia family's self-defense techniques have always been desperate. He has never used them before, and he directly smashed the two of them into a stun, and ran away with the girl.

As soon as he came out of the corner, "Boom" bumped his head into something, which blocked the way hard.

"What are you running for?"

A deep and clear voice came from above his head, and one hand supported his waist.

Yan Ci just noticed that someone was running towards him, and he planned to avoid it, but when he turned his eyes and caught a glimpse of a hairy head, he stopped again and waited for the year.

Xia Zhinian was still breathing heavily, subconsciously backed away, and stretched out his hand to avoid the person in front of him.

He is used to this feeling of difficulty breathing, but he resists this kind of embarrassment that he can't even breathe all the time. He bites the knuckle of his left index finger and stops his panting abruptly.

"Student Xia?"

Yan Ci's smile faded a little, and he didn't let go, but firmly supported his waist, and his dark eyes flickered to look at him.

"Do you have asthma?"

Xia Zhinian's breathing gradually stabilized, he let go of his hand, his white lips were pursed into a line, his expression returned to normal, and he casually denied, "How is it possible, I just ran too fast."

The **** one side was a little worried, so she called him in a low voice, "Xia, Xia Zhinian, thank you, are you okay?"

"??"

Xia Zhinian glanced at the girl upon hearing the sound, only to realize that she was also from Class 1, Grade 2, and she looked very familiar. It was Zhao Jinjin who confessed to Yan Ci yesterday, and was a little surprised.

"fine."

He waved his hand, wanting to take a step back to stay away from the protagonist Shou and his fan girl, when his waist suddenly tightened, and a strong force clasped him firmly.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were dark, and he glanced at the alley where they ran, his voice lowered.

"Fighted?"

There was a dull pain in Xia Zhinian's waist, he hissed, his face wrinkled into a ball, pitifully, "It hurts, it hurts, let me go."

Yan Ci restrained his strength, the corners of his lips were flattened, and there was an inexplicable coolness in his eyes, "Let's go to the infirmary first."

Yan Ci asked Zhao Jinjin to advance to the school, and he took people to the infirmary without any excuse.

The school doctor on duty was a young female teacher who had no resistance to the boy's obedient and milky delicate appearance. Seeing the bruises on his body made her feel even more distressed.

She glanced at the tall boy outside the examination room who was sending messages. He looked good, but his expression looked a little cold.

She whispered, "Little classmate, don't be afraid, have you encountered school violence?"

"..."

Xia Zhinian shook his head with a cute face, "No, I hit three by myself."

Teacher on duty: "...??"

OK.

The teacher on duty prescribed the medicine and asked him to apply it himself. Xia Zhinian sat on the small hospital bed in the inner room, lifted the hem of her clothes, revealing her flexible waist and abdomen. There were large patches of bruises on her fair skin, which looked very scary.

He was fighting for the first time, and it was not easy at first, he was punched by the opponent a few times, he didn't feel any pain at that time, but now the pain came up.

But instead of being angry, he was a little excited.

His previous physical condition could not withstand any strenuous exercise. I didn't expect that once I crossed the book, I could hit three with one.

He is awesome!

Xia Zhinian couldn't help laughing, his eyes were crooked, feeling that his body didn't hurt so much, he rubbed the medicine awkwardly on his body with a cotton swab.

The one on the stomach could be wiped, but the back could not be reached. He turned sideways and stretched out his hand to try it. The cotton swab was suddenly taken away behind him, and the cool ointment on the back melted evenly.

Yan Ci gently rubbed the medicine on him with a cotton swab, looked down at the bruise on his waist, his eyes were dark, and his thin lips were pursed.

"Sit still."

Xia Zhinian: "??!"

"No need." Xia Zhinian was startled, and regardless of the medicine she had just applied, she pulled the hem of her clothes down, trying to cover up the unobstructed skin on her waist and abdomen. She glanced back with her round eyes, and turned her whole body hide in front.

"No, I wiped it off!"

Yan Ci's eyebrows were slightly dark, the scars at the end of his eyes were cold, and his brows were lightly frowned. With one hand, he supported his clothes to prevent the medicine from being rubbed off, and with the other hand, he easily picked him up, turned around, and blocked him between himself and the hospital bed, with a tone of voice Take it easy.

"Stand still and be good."

Xia Zhinian turned his back to Yan Ci, a tall shadow shrouded behind him, he could even feel his knees being pressed by the long legs behind him, and the hospital bed was in front of him, the whole space was tightly blocked, if he wanted to hide, he could only lean forward on the bed .

But then, the posture is somewhat strange.

Xia Zhinian felt the cotton swab gently slide behind him, brushing against his waist, and his whole body froze suddenly, tense and motionless.

"...Yan Ci."

"I, I won't wipe it anymore, let me go, Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian's whole body was tense, and he didn't want to rub it anymore, so he called Yan Ci, his voice was unexpectedly soft.

Yan Ci didn't respond, and grabbed his arm with one hand to keep him from moving, speaking in a low voice.

"Do you want me to avenge you?"