Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Jiang Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, his fingers froze slightly, and he turned his head timidly after a while. The blond girl still fell asleep, seemingly ignoring who was next to her.

It's an arrogant and supposedly domineering tone.

The workbook is brand new, with only one name written, Jiang Zhiyi bit the corner of his lip, and opened it with a hand.

She only read it when Lao He asked her to go up and talk about the questions. Most of the test questions in it were real questions over the years. She was so poor that she couldn't afford the printing fee of fifty yuan, let alone such expensive real questions. train.

This is Shi Qingyue's book. She was worried, writing the title with Lao He's words in her hand, but wondering if she should turn her head quietly while she was asleep.

Just one look, just one look-

Without entanglement, she suddenly stretched out a hand next to me and clicked on the topic she was writing.

"It's wrong here."

The fingers are slender and slender, and the joints are well-proportioned and beautiful, like a jade carved ivory product. Jiang Zhiyi looked for the hand in a daze and looked over, Shi Qingyue rested his chin with one hand, and his face was red after a long sleep. Yin Zi, looked over with sleepy eyes, but his eyes were clear.

She is indeed beautiful, that dazzling and beautiful, different from the beauty of Jiang Zhiqing's pitiful dodder, she is beautiful with a trace of inviolable coldness, which makes people afraid to approach without permission.

"Look at what I'm doing?" But the beauty is obviously not very good-tempered, frowning, and poking the workbook: "Look at the question."

"Yeah..." Jiang Zhiyi hurriedly lowered his head, corrected the point he had written wrong, and his heart thumped.

In fact, she just wanted to turn her head and lose her mind. However, she suddenly became confused. Why did Shi Qingyue do this kind of question?

In the sprint stage of the third year of high school, Lao He's question is already in the category of difficult problems, and it shouldn't be what Shi Qingyi could do.

The system is a bit congested: "Host, you must always remember that you are a scumbag!"

"I'm sorry, it just happened to be meeting." Shi Qingyue said perfunctorily, and when she saw her change, he took back his hand and yawned a little.

"The student at the back, stand up and answer this question." Lao He pushed his glasses. It has been a long time since she was not pleasing to her eyes. It's been a long time since she was sleeping. Now, what's the matter of harassing the same table?

Shi Qingyi stood up confidently and opened his mouth: "I choose D."

The corners of Lao Heqi's eyes twitched, and when he was about to attack the stall that made her roll over, Jiang Zhiyi plucked up the courage and quietly pulled the corner of the girl's clothes.

"...This is a geometric body."

Jiang Xiaopoor's voice is too small and far away from her. As if afraid that she would eat people, Shi Qingyue leaned forward a little bit as usual, waiting for her to say something.

The corners of the girls' clothes came in with a good smell. Jiang Zhiyi blushed inexplicably, and he moved closer, almost leaning against her waist: "Just add an auxiliary point Q on the B line."

"Sit down, go to class, don't think that the teacher can't see it." Lao He hinted meaningfully, not knowing whether to let her be a person not to harass the classmates, or to go to class and stop sleeping.

Shi Qingyi was a sassy person, and he really didn't sleep in the second half of the class. Jiang Zhiyi took the pen to admit that he was going to class seriously, but his mind drifted away for no reason.

The smell on her body seems to be lemon, fresh and cold, and it doesn't seem right...

After thinking about half of it, the throat got itchy, and I couldn't help but started coughing intermittently. Halfway through the cough, I threw a piece of paper and then a pile of paper.

She looked at the people next to her in a daze. Shi Qingyi didn't know what she was drawing with her pen, and she didn't raise her head. His voice was terribly disgusting: "Look at the blackboard, what am I doing?"

Then smashed a whole box of papers.

It may be an illusion. In the light morning sun, Jiang Zhiyi unexpectedly found that the girl's ears, who seemed to be always high, had a hint of pink.

After class in the morning, Shi Qingyi decisively picked up his schoolbag and stood up, and knocked on Jiang Zhiyi's table: "Will you leave?"

Jiang Zhiyi raised his head from the desk, still a little confused: "Go, where?"

"Infirmary." Shi Qingyi said concisely. When Jiang Zhiyi recovered, people had already walked to the door. She didn't even think about putting down her book and chasing after her.

Deng Sisi bought breakfast and came back just when he saw Qingyue at the door carrying a schoolbag to leave. He envied the wealthy people for a moment. It was different. She would do it for her if she skipped school leave without asking the old class.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Jiang Zhiyi who was following Shiqing, and instantly choked as if he had eaten a fly: "Qingyue, class will be in ten minutes, are you going out?"

With such a disgusting thing.

"Something's going on." Shi Qing was too lazy to talk to her, and was ready to go around.

"Is there anything I can do for help?" Dun Sisi didn't give up, and smiled again. It doesn't look like it was taken out to beat her.

"What? Are you going to give me a fake injection?"

Deng Sisi's face turned pale. Everyone knows the truth about the three-point poison of medicine. Why should she go and eat herself if she is disease-free and disaster-free.

Shi Qingyue's rare leisurely heart stopped and leaned against the railing. She was about one meter long and slender. She was leaning on the railing and was outlined by the school uniform skirt with a slender waist.

Class was about to start. One after another, the boys in the class rushed back to the classroom, stood at the top of the stairs and paused, his eyes fixed on the beautiful girl. Jiang Zhiyi keenly noticed the gaze falling on Shi Qing’s waist and quietly moved over. A little bit, blocking the boy's sight.

No one saw her drooping gaze suppressing the inexplicable chill, and the judging gaze made her feel extremely anxious.

She doesn't like someone watching Shi Qingyue like this, even if it just doesn't work—

Shi Qingyi glanced at her as if he noticed something. The thin girl's back was bent. When she saw it, she was coughing in a low voice. When the butterfly bones trembled, she reminded her for no reason.

When Xu Zhaosu was in poor health, she often coughed in her arms. She was so thin and her butterfly bones trembled so gently, like a fragile flower branch.

Shi Qingyue shook his mind for a moment, and then glared at the boys next to him. The boy who was blocked from his vision froze with disgust and anger. Unexpectedly, Shi Qingyue would defend Jiang Zhiyi, and suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Shi Qingyue is a prickly flower with thorns. Who doesn't appreciate beauty? But no one has the courage to try to stab.

"No, no, no, no, Qingyue, go early and return early. I'll help you tell the class teacher." Dun Sisi's face turned pale, and he was inexplicably relieved. It seemed that he was not reconciled with Jiang Zhiyi. She should deal with skipping classes casually.

There was a bit of schadenfreude in her eyes again, and she was dragged over to take random injections and medicine. Who knows what will happen to her.

The next moment when I saw it, I clearly impatiently grabbed Jiang Zhiyi's hand and led her downstairs, the smile on her face froze again twisted.

Shi Qingyue's hand was warm, Jiang Zhiyi was still a little bit confused when he grabbed her hand, the dark restlessness in his heart was quickly dissipated by the warmth, and her heart seemed to be grasped by that hand. Lived, the warmth from the skin reached the heart through the skin.

It has been a long time since no one would hold her hand, not even anyone who walked home with her as a group in class.

After a long time, she quietly shook it back, and Shi Qingyue noticed something and let go of her hand. He walked forward quickly and got rid of her.

Jiang Zhiyi felt a little lost inexplicably, speeding up his pace to follow up, and his voice was as small as a mosquito: "Are you going to take me to get an injection?"

"Otherwise?" The girl in front walked very quickly, almost giving her no time to stay, and her tone was fierce: "Cough, I'm so annoyed, I can't sleep well in class."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't speak, and quietly stepped on her shadow behind her to follow her, but he seemed to have a long-lost candy in his heart silently.

In fact, Shi Qingyi didn't need to sit next to her at all, and didn't need to listen to her coughing at all.

But she definitely wouldn't say this sentence.

The doctor in the infirmary saw that the two of them raised their eyes and pointed to the room next to them: "Today, there is a vacancy. The injection will take two or three hours. Go and sit in it. There is a bed in it. You can sleep for a while if you are sleepy. ."

The cold medicine originally contained hypnotic ingredients. Yesterday the little girl put Shi Qingyue as a pillow for a few hours. The notorious stinging head did not say anything. It really became a human-shaped pillow for a morning.

My legs are numb in two or three hours, it's difficult for her to stand up.

The doctor came over and hung up the bottle and went out. The room was not big, it was 20 or 30 square meters. There was a green plant on the window sill, which covered half of the balcony. Shi Qingyue threw two books on the bed and wore it by himself. Headphones to listen to songs.

"Watch it well, go back to do my homework after reading it."

It’s the English book and history book for two classes, and the math workbook that I just talked about in the morning. The basic course of high school is over. The rest is review and consolidation. Reading is better than staying here for a few hours.

Jiang Zhiyi was startled, she thought it was absolutely impossible for Shi Qingyue to read the class schedule.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhiyi nodded, dripping with one hand, and holding the book in the other, as if, "I'll write it when I get back."

—Writing to you willingly.

Her voice is gentle and gentle, and it sounds as good as she is, and she is inexplicably fragile when she is so arrogant and stubborn.

"People who are still ill and being bullied by you like this all agree. What a good-tempered girl, can you blacken and destroy the world if you fight for something?" The system suddenly hated iron and steel.

"I see." Shi Qingyue pressed his forehead and left with his mobile phone.

Jiang Zhiyi saw her going to subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes and straightened up: "Where are you going?"

She is thin herself, shrinking on a white hospital bed makes her whole body thin and weak, with a sharp chin, and her eyes are big and bright, her hands are on the needles, and she seems to want to get out of bed and walk with her.

"Don't move, I'll go out to get something, and I'll be back in a while." Shi Qingyue's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, the drips that had just been hung up, and she had to pierce it again once she broke free.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back." Jiang Zhiyi then relieved his heart, and withdrew again, his gaze closely followed the girl's figure, until she was sure that she had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, and then he retracted his gaze and pressed the bed bell next to her.

Thanks to Shi Qingyi’s parents’ wealth and wealth, a small infirmary of the school is also equipped with several doctors and nurses. When they heard the bell ringing, a small nurse rushed over and asked with concern: "Did you miss the needle? Is the potion not dripping anymore?"

The **** the bed shook her head, stretched out a particularly pale one and pulled up her sleeves. The sleeves were pulled up to her shoulders, revealing a blue needle eye. The girl said softly: "I came to get the injection from a cold, and fell asleep accidentally during the injection. I just woke up and found that there was a pinhole on my shoulder, so I wanted to ask what it was."

After a pause, she seemed to ask casually: "Is it because of a wrong number?"

The young nurse should still be in the internship period. She is very sensitive to the wrong injection. He shook her head and said: "This is definitely not the wrong injection. Don't worry. Yesterday I also had two injections. I only had one injection except for a cold. The cold medicine should be tetanus when it hits the deltoid muscle of the upper arm. If you don’t believe me, I will go to Dr. Xu and show you the list."

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes flickered, and he shook his head quickly: "No, no, I just asked casually. You can pour me a glass of water, thank you."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief, and then went out after pouring the water and checking the drip.

Jiang Zhiyi touched the eye of the needle on his arm. Tetanus should be due to her own hand. Yesterday, she said violently what she said was to skip class and give her parents evidence to get her injections. But how should tetanus be explained?

Suddenly a spring breeze was blowing in her deserted heart, causing the thoughts that had been completely dead to sprout again.

Is it just this time that she will just fool her? Watching her jokes, pulling her back from the cliff, and then throwing her back to hell, feeling that she is disgusting, just playing around—

Jiang Zhiyi closed his eyes suddenly, not daring to think about it anymore.

When I opened my eyes again, Shi Qingyue had already returned, carrying a packed lunch box, and the attractive aroma of the food spread in the small room. It was preserved egg and lean meat porridge and a plate of buns, inside another box. There are also a few steamed dumplings.

Drinking only a cup of soy milk this morning is not enough to be full. The empty stomach can barely hold back when it is not in contact with food. Now, when it comes to contact with the food’s enticing aroma, it suddenly becomes unbearable, and the acid water is rising one by one. , My hungry stomach started to ache.

The stomach began to protest, and the moment Shi Qingyi opened the lunch box, she grumbled in her stomach.

The movement is quite loud, especially in the empty space. Jiang Zhiyi's porcelain earlobes are dripping with red blood, and he can't wait to bury himself directly in the book.

But Shi Qingyue had already moved her chopsticks. It was obvious that she didn't have her share. She lowered her head and pretended that she didn't know anything.

Just hungry for a while, haven’t you gotten used to it a long time ago? It's nothing, don't be ashamed in front of her...

Shi Qingyue only symbolically took two bites of the buns and threw down his chopsticks, his voice was a little impatient.

"I told her not to give it away. If I don't have it, I can't eat it at all." The girl had a bad temper and put down her chopsticks and pushed her things towards the person who had been curled up in the corner of the bed. Her tone was extremely bored, "Don't eat? "

"..."

Jiang Zhiyi seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything. The girl continued to speak fiercely: "Leaves leftovers for me to eat too!"

Everything was fed to her mouth. She didn't dare to defy Shi Qingyue's words. She picked up the porridge that the girl had just drunk and began to slowly feed it into her mouth. The entrance melted, steaming in her heart.

Third Middle School is the best school here. The meals in the school are cheaper than the prices outside, and a meal is less than ten yuan, but even this way Jiang Zhiyi always brings food from home at noon.

Every time she drew a contemptuous look when eating in the classroom, it was like a blunt knife stuck in her heart.

The insulation box was broken long ago. At noon, it was either cold dishes or cold rice or pickles and steamed buns. She hadn't eaten hot soup with hot vegetables during the day for a long time.

Her eyes were inexplicably hot with the heat, and the bag was transparent. She suddenly saw clearly that there were two sets of cutlery inside. The ones that had been used by Qingyi just now were put aside, and she was given fresh and clean chopsticks and spoons.

At first, I ate slowly, but later I ate faster, and my emptiness seemed to be dissatisfied. Finally, when I saw the two sets of chopsticks, I was stunned, and my wrists trembled thinly.

Tears dropped into the hot soup drop by drop without warning.

She cried until her eyes were blurred, and there seemed to be something broken in her heart, and a sour emotion was flowing wantonly, but her hands were still stuffing her mouth, stuffing her mouth, like a very hungry person who only knew how to eat. Hesai, for fear that he won't be able to eat it again in the next moment.

"Okay, don't eat..." Someone finally couldn't stand it, and reached out and grabbed the hot soup in her hand. Where did a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl ever see such a heart-piercing battle crying? At a loss.

She was crying silently, but there was a kind of hopelessness that was piercing to an end.

The girl hugged her at a loss, not knowing where to put her hands, the last hand fell on her back and fell on her thin spine in a panic, patted her tentatively, lowered her voice and asked her.

"Is it too hot or I don't like it, I'll go out and buy..."

Her tone was helpless and indulgent, and at that moment, her gentleness was simply outrageous.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes were blurred by tears, but she was thinking in her heart that she had just said clearly that she had eaten it for herself because the family brought it over to eat.

She lied again—