Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

At 6:25, the school gate was full of people, and they were all in the last five minutes not to be late. Only two of the bustling students were out of character.

Behind the blond girl was a poor little tail, tears were still falling down involuntarily, and an old blue schoolbag was tightly held in her arms, and she staggered and squeezed into the school.

There was a little space around.

First, Shi Qingyue, who dared not provoke the famous Shi Qingyue, was also careful to avoid the tail behind her from lightning.

The school door was only half open, and it was too crowded when entering. A girl accidentally got her little tailed schoolbag, and she was still shaking her sleeves when she walked over. It seemed that she had gotten something disgusting.

"Dirty or not..."

The voice reached Jiang Zhiyi’s ears, and her face turned pale again. In fact, she always loved to clean. Even if there was no hot water, she washed every day. Maybe she got alcohol when cleaning in the morning, or she was always sweating. …

—Or she actually did nothing wrong.

She lowered her head subconsciously, wishing to bury her head in her school uniform. The girl's weak self-esteem was fragile and terrifying, and sometimes she couldn't stand a blow.

The girl who was swearing bad luck was still sorting her schoolbag. Suddenly she felt a chill behind her back. She raised her head just to meet the blonde girl's gaze. The girl looked back at her coldly.

I scanned it from head to toe, followed by a slight scoff.

The bright morning sun fell on the ears of the blonde girl, and the white earlobes wore diamond earrings. They were crystal clear and expensive, and the eyes of those who were shaking suddenly hurt.

There was a hint of mockery in her drooping gaze, her cold gaze was like a ball of ice, and her expression of disgust was stiff.

Shi Qingyue glared at the person, then turned to look at the little tail behind him. The little tail was trembling with his hair low, and he dared not raise his head timidly.

After she finally got fierce, Little Tail didn't even look up.

At 6:30, Shi Qingyue finally stepped on the last-second ringtone and entered the classroom. Jiang Zhiyi entered through the back door. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the back door. The location was obviously walking against the wall, and the back row was still there. Someone dragged the chair, and the steel legs made a harsh rubbing sound on the marble.

Jiang Zhiyi's back stiffened, and he walked a little faster.

Shi Qingyue's eyes dimmed, and he glanced up at the girl who deliberately pulled the chair. He didn't expect to be an acquaintance—Deng Sisi.

"Why did she go yesterday?"

"What's going on?" The system looked dumbfounded and didn't react at all.

"Deng Sisi—she shut Jiang Zhiyi off the roof yesterday, and it rained again, which almost killed her. Wouldn't she just stay here to study at night with peace of mind, right?"

"Oh, that's not true," the system flipped through the script. "She skipped class and went to the concert, but the schedule was cancelled under the rainstorm and went home to play games and sleep."

Shi Qingyue: "..."

The systemic language is serious: "Don't expect cannon fodder to be human. If they have this, Jiang Zhiyi will not be driven crazy."

Shi Qingyue leaned against the door of the classroom with a cold face and did not speak. She was born with a cold face. When she smiles, the spring blossoms, and when she is not smiling, she has the skill of freezing three feet. Many people in the classroom I watched have a spine. I felt cold.

Dun Sisi, as a math class representative, had to stand up under pressure: "Well, classmate Shi, you ran into Lao He yesterday, and he asked him to move your desk out and throw it in the corridor..."

She didn't even notice the incident without saying that Shi Qingzie turned her head and glanced in the direction of the corridor after hearing the words.

"..."

Very well, as expected, the Mediterranean threw her table at the door of the toilet, her brows moved, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously, her face stinking even worse.

Looking at the end, a certain girl in the last three rows who was still struggling to stuff breakfast quickly stood up and beckoned: "Qingyue, do you want to come and sit next to me? Lu Feng didn't come today—"

Before she could finish her words, a tall boy rushed into the classroom and slammed on the table with a bag: "I'm just a minute late. Didn't the old class come?!"

"..."

The classroom fell into weird silence, and the atmosphere was momentarily embarrassing. On the other side of the corridor, the sound of high-heeled shoes was already close at hand.

The old class is coming soon.

"I'll go to the last row."

The girl beat the boy who came in, and the boy screamed, "Why are you hitting me?"

He shut up soon, because Shi Qingyue sat in the last row with an extremely unhappy expression on his face.

The senior third and seventh class is considered to be a key class. There are not many people in the class, only forty people. The back row has no one all the time. There are brooms and trash cans in the corner, and there is only one person sitting alone.

No one wants to touch her, let alone sit next to her, let alone—isn’t she still thinking about Shi Qingyi with that disgusting thought?

Being stared at by countless disgusting gazes in the class, Jiang Zhiyi lowered his head again and bit the corner of his mouth tightly.

Including Dun Sisi's eyes are a bit subtle, Shi Qingyue is really miserable, there is no place in the class, can only sit with such a disgusting person, it is better to go to the toilet and move the table back now.

But without sympathy for long, the old class stepped onto the podium, knocked on the blackboard with the textbook, and everyone hurriedly turned around.

The head teacher of the senior third and seventh class teaches English. A female teacher in her thirties came in and glanced at the class subconsciously. She was taken aback when she saw the dazzling blond hair. She thought that the trouble was so big yesterday. Here comes.

It doesn’t matter if you come here, you still have to approve leave for her. Just looking away, after a pause, she moved back. There was a handful of brown beside the arrogant blond hair, next to the corner, she was taken aback for a moment. , Still couldn't help frowning.

When Shi Qingyue arrived, Jiang Zhiyi shrank in the corner, half of her body was stuck to the corner, and she leaned in, as if she was a scourge.

Indeed, just like the scourge, the girl has a faint fragrance on her body, and she is not serious when sitting on the table, and she will go to sleep when she lies on the table, just pressing a corner of her book.

She didn't dare to pump or move, her mind buzzed, and the moment she moved, she was outside the door listening to what the girl said while leaning on the table that day.

The corners of the mouth provoke a thin arc, even if the words hurt people, it is beautiful.

"So disgusting? Just playing with her—"

"Cough, cough, cough—" Jiang Zhiyi's face turned white again, and she couldn't help but coughed out. The front row was Deng Sisi's best friend Jiang Jun. At this time, looking back, her eyes were disgusting and disgusting, and she put the book on the table. knock.

"Do you still want people to recite words? Are you bothering to cough?"

When others see you unpleasantly, no matter what you do is wrong, even if you just catch a cold and cough.

She didn't dare to say anything, she could only suppress herself trying her best to prevent herself from coughing, and her spine was almost like a bow that was about to break.

But his body was uncomfortable and could not be restrained. After all, he leaked out his voice. Jiang Jun looked back again, frowning impatiently, and flew over to a book when he was about to say something.

The blonde girl still didn't seem to wake up much, half raised her head, her tone was very unfriendly: "Are you annoying? Don't you let me sleep? Why, I cough, have any comments?"

Everyone in the morning was reading in the morning, and she slept in a straightforward manner, without any futility, and even yelled back at people.

She looked like she was very angry when she got up. The frown of Yi Li's eyebrows made people unable to say anything else. Jiang Junyan died down and sat back in embarrassment.

The sentence that I wanted to curse was swallowed abruptly.

She originally wanted to scold the poor, because she couldn't afford medicine to go to school. Wouldn't it be okay to go back and pick up the trash?

Jiang Zhiyi really picked up the tattered ones. He went out to dig through the trash in the freezing and scary winter. With frostbite on his hands, the world is so small. It happened that his classmates came downstairs to throw trash. At that time, the two of them were speechless. The matter of Ba going out to pick up the trash slowly spread.

Even if there was no smell on her body, it was rumored that she was running out of a trash can.

The old class went back and took homework and came from the office. The sound of reading in the classroom resumed, but occasionally there were still one or two coughs, low pressure, no one said anything.

After the morning self-study was over, it was time for breakfast. Shi Qingyi lay on the table and continued to close her eyes and was awakened by the old class. She was too lazy to stand up and raised only half of her head.

The old class was so angry that she said in a low voice: "Don't rely on your mother to say hello, it's so excessive. The math teacher just said that you need two sentences to run out and make trouble so much and get caught in the rain."

After a pause, I asked, "I just heard them say you coughed in class. Did you catch a cold?"

Shi Qingyue climbed up the pole and nodded. He didn't want to listen to her nagging, so he buried himself back to sleep. The head teacher was a little embarrassed, and he sighed helplessly.

Maybe she thought she was asleep, and someone outside the classroom was talking about her.

Smacking his lips and whispering to see the treatment, the old class didn't take it seriously, but she was not the one who caught the cold, right? Did she say that because she wanted to skip class?

Just as he said that, there was a coughing sound from the side, heart-piercing, coughing and bending down, his pale hands rubbed his stomach unconsciously.

The system whispered: "She should be hungry. She has been hungry since last night and has not drank a sip of water."

Shi Qingyi stood up suddenly and entered the office confidently.

Even though she looked healthy and didn't seem to catch a cold at all, she still got the leave slip smoothly.

—The next class is math, and the head teacher does not want to have any more conflicts.

I have to say that those few discussions about her success opened up new ideas for her.

The school’s infirmary is well-equipped. The three-story building is also equipped with a special ward. The building was donated by Shi Qingyue’s family at the beginning of the year. It is still very new. Shi Qingyue said he had a cold. The doctor looked at her speechlessly for a moment. Still pushing her glasses with professional ethics, she told her that a good injection is the fastest.

Shi Qingyue looked at the potion prepared and waited to pierce her arm, and suddenly stood up and shouted and so on.

The doctor stopped her white arm with gestures, and her temples jumped suddenly.

Jiang Zhiyi felt as if he was a drowning person, and he was about to drown in a breath.

Colds, headaches, fevers, stomach pains tumbling, she couldn't speak, and she didn't want to cough, but her body reaction couldn't help it. Her throat was itchy, which still didn't work.

This is just an early self-study, what should I do for a whole day?

She slowly lay down on the table little by little, tightly covering her lower abdomen. The place next to her was empty again. She was still here just now. Is it because you think she is too disgusting? So I studied early and left.

Sure enough, she knew.

She trembled with pain, sweat slipped from her forehead, her heart was mixed, and she didn't know if her body hurts more or her heart hurts more.

Someone kicked the foot of her table: "Hey, Shi Qingyue asked you to go to the infirmary."

The table shook, and it hit her stomach while shaking, her forehead was cold and sweaty, and she still accurately caught the name.

There was a big clock in the classroom. She raised her head and glanced up. The class was about to start. The messenger was very impatient, and kicked the foot of the table again. She was far away and didn't even want to get close.

"Hurry over."

Don't let the Hades wait and push the pot on her.

In fact, it was a bit gloating. This pervert likes girls, and he likes to go up to the head of the living king of Qingyue when the time comes. The school infirmary is hidden in a small forest, and he may be beaten in the past.

The last time she fought with Shi Qingyi, she threatened to be her girlfriend's next-door school bully and was beaten. Now she dare not pass the entrance of the third middle school.

Isn’t it just the past to get beaten up? What can there be?

Jiang Zhiyi supported the table to stand up and walked out slowly. The wind was quiet in the morning, but it was unprecedentedly cold on her body. She seemed to be enveloped in a thick layer of depression and walked out lifelessly.

The passing classmates couldn't help avoiding it, like hiding a mess of disgusting garbage.

—

Shi Qingyue waited in the infirmary for a long time before seeing a man slowly coming over in the woods, bent over and lowered his head, walking swayingly, his calves trembling.

Her face was horribly pale, almost indifferent, but her ears were flushed, as if she had a fever, standing in front of her as if a flower was about to wither.

"Schoolmate..."

She didn't even dare to scream, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the more she said her head became worse, and she almost fell into the dust.

Shi Qingyue leaned back in the chair and played with her mobile phone, only glanced at her, and casually said to the doctor: "Call her."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't know what injections to take, and felt that there was nothing to ask. After walking along the way, his mind buzzed, and the feeling of nausea and nausea became more and more serious. Maybe he wanted to retaliate against her, right? The needle can't be beaten, and beaten up can kill people, but it seems that there is nothing good to be alive...

The head was heavy, and the pain seemed to be splitting. Finally, it didn't support it. It went dark in front of her and fell crashing, but she fell to the ground unexpectedly, as if someone caught her in the blur.

The doctor was speechless, and still couldn't give injections without conscience. He followed his professional ethics to check it out. Just as he was about to reach out to break Jiang Zhiyi and open his mouth to look at his throat, he was stopped by someone.

The girl put down the phone, held the fainted person's head on her knees, and opened the girl's fever and chapped lips.

The doctor turned on the light and took a look: "It's very serious. The tonsils are inflamed. The medicine I gave you before is not suitable."

You can't take medicine randomly, and you can't beat a needle.

In the blur, Jiang Zhiyi seemed to feel someone rubbing her dry and cracked lips. His voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotions: "Then change the dressing."

"By the way, can I trouble you with a cup of hot water?"

For a long time, Jiang Zhiyi felt that some warm liquid had moistened her lips. Someone helped her up a little, and a warm cup was brought to her mouth and fed her water.

With a fever and dry throat, she leaned in anxiously, but she did not expect to be choked. She coughed heartbreakingly. Most of the water was choked out. A hand was patted behind her back, and she felt that she would be choked. Most of the cup of water was coughed on other people's clothes, closed his eyes and murmured and apologized: "I'm sorry...sorry...cough cough, I didn't, I didn't mean it..."

But his eyes are too heavy to open.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." The voice was cold, but the hand that patted her back was very gentle. It sounded like... Shi Qingyue's voice.

After the doctor took the temperature, he was shocked: "It's almost forty degrees, no wonder the nonsense, people are all burnt."

Then he glanced at Shi Qingyue with a strange gaze, and he didn't say to ask for leave like this, but you are diligent in asking for leave without any problems.

Shi Qingyue was too lazy to take care of him, took the water and carefully fed it into Jiang Zhiyi's mouth. After a pause, he seemed to think of something, then raised his head and asked, "Do you have a tetanus injection?"

She spread out the tight palm of the girl's grip, and there was a sparse gap inside. Some of them accidentally scratched through the broken wine bottles in the morning, and those who were trapped on the rooftop last night and tried their best to ask for help and pulled the iron door. Wound.

It's such a pair of hands, still taking notes this morning.

—

Jiang Zhiyi burned in a daze, and didn't know if he was still alive, his soul looked at him from a distance as if he had separated from his body.

She watched when Shi Qingyi was about to come with gauze to clean up her palm wounds with iodine. When she shivered in pain, she went up and blew gently. After cleaning up, she took Yunnan Baiyao and rubbed her forehead lightly until this time. She realized that there was a huge bulge in the place where she was smashed in the morning. It turned out that it hurt so much because of this.

She felt that she might be dreaming. Shi Qingyue hugged her, not knowing what she was thinking, her expression was a little complicated and weary. For a long time, the girl lowered her head and tapped her chin on her forehead.

Jiang Zhiyi had a very long sleep this time. When she woke up she was already alone in the chair. Shi Qingyi was still playing with her mobile phone. Seeing that she woke up, she stood up and said to the doctor: "The name of the injection is remembered. ."

After that, I picked up my schoolbag and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes dimmed, no one knew where he gritted his teeth, and several students next to him showed clear expressions.

At the same time, I feel that this person is so cruel, where medicines and needles can be messed up, and let other people get injections in order to forge the leave slips and medical records. This is too...

Is this the way for the rich? But since the object is that disgusting bug, forget it.

The doctor was speechless. Shi Qingyue's family donated most of the school for half a year and stuffed her in. Of course, the doctor also knew her. This afternoon, she also received a text message from her mother asking her how she was feeling cold.

But the tetanus injection can never be used to deal with parents, right?

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't go deep into what these students thought. It didn't matter to him anyway, he was just an injection.

Shi Qingyi skipped class arrogantly, and went back to sleep, almost like the reincarnation of a sleeping god, coughing occasionally sounded in the classroom, and the noisy people were upset, but no one said a word.

They were counting on Shi Qingyue, the nearest one, to be violently wounded, but she was so close that she never said a word.

Jiang Zhiyi, who was studying in the evening at ten o'clock in the evening, passed through the construction site. Today, she walked slowly, and walked for a full hour before reaching the door of the alley.

My forehead was still sweating, but it was much better than the morning. The trash at the entrance of the alley had not been cleaned up, piled up in a ball, and flies buzzed around.

She stood at the entrance of the alley for a while, suddenly didn't know what she saw, and turned back. It happened that a neighbor came to take out the garbage and filled the small gap.

Jiang Zhiyi's face was pale, and in the cold moonlight he actually turned out a small cup of soy milk.

-Printed with familiar signs.

For some reason, she suddenly lowered her head to sniff her palm. It was obviously scarred, and she was not carefully bandaged like in a dream. But lowered her head, she actually smelled a strong smell of medicine.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly became vivid.