Male God's Freestyle Flirting Chapter 43

Tang Zhihai asked Teacher Luo for a week's leave for Tang Xia.

Then I also asked the school leader for a week off.

After the doctor finished the examination that day and told Tang Zhihai that there was no effect of retinal detachment, he really breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Xia, you go to sleep for a while, Dad cooks, and I'll call you when I'm done."

In the bedroom, Tang Zhihai tucked up the quilt for Tang Xia, turned the light of the desk lamp by the bed to the darkest, and spoke softly.

He had just applied ointment and eye drops to his daughter's face, and the sprained ankle had been treated. Everything was in order, which gradually relieved Tang Zhihai's nervous heart.

The door closed softly.

Tang Xia lay on her back without moving.

She can't move now either.

The doctor said that he will not suffer from a concussion, nor will he go blind. The most serious injury in his whole body is actually a sprained ankle.

It's really happy and funny.

She didn't pay much attention when she fell, probably sprained accidentally, and a lump was swollen on the instep of her left foot, which was bigger than the one on her eyelid.

Now the hot feeling on her face has subsided a lot, but her right eye seems to have been punched, squeezing her not so small eyes into a slit, making it difficult to see.

Tang Xia fell asleep for a while, and I don't know how long it took. She felt her mouth was dry, and she barely supported herself and got up.

After finally putting on the slippers, she couldn't use her left foot, so she limped out of the bedroom.

"Why did you come out?" Tang Zhihai helped Tang Xia sit down, seeing her haggard face and her lips seemed to be a little cracked, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Drink water." Tang Xia said hoarsely.

Tang Zhihai poured her a glass of warm water, and the latter held the glass carefully with both hands.

"How do you feel now?" Tang Zhihai asked earnestly.

Tang Xia smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up, causing the wound on her face to ache, "It's not convenient to walk, but everything else is fine."

The man nodded, frowned and sighed, "Your teacher said that he was kicked by a football?"

"Hmm..." Tang Xia responded in a low voice, "Walking on the side of the playground, my classmates were careless."

She didn't know if Han Yu did it on purpose, but she still said so in front of her father.

Tang Zhihai looked at her, didn't ask any more questions, and only told him: "Be careful in the future, your father will be scared to death."

Tang Xia smiled embarrassedly.

The oral medicine and topical medicine prescribed by the doctor had to be used continuously. Tang Xia wiped her body casually after eating, then lay down on the bed and rubbed the ointment on herself.

She has always been independent, since she is well rested and capable of doing things, she will naturally not pretend to be weak.

Before going to bed, Yu Man called to ask about the situation.

The girl opposite was very worried, and Tang Xia comforted her carefully before reassuring her.

Then Tang Xia had a very solid sleep.

At the same time, the boy who was hundreds of meters away was extremely uneasy.

He held the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the exercise book, but he couldn't write a word.

Han Yu was always thinking about what happened during the day.

To be honest, he felt a little guilty.

But he is not good at expressing, and he should not be able to express.

He just thought over and over again, is there something wrong with Tang Xia, is it really as serious as Dr. Zhang said, is it... hate him.

After so many repetitions, Han Yu couldn't calm down because of his irritability, so he simply threw away his pen, picked up his mobile phone and called Qi Hui.

Qi Hui quickly picked it up, apparently he was playing with his mobile phone.

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other side was lazy.

Han Yu cut to the chase—

"Do you have Tang Xia's number?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side, "What's the matter?" Qi Hui asked in a daze, "You want it?"

"I want it." Han Yu said concisely and clearly.

"Oh..." Qi responded, thinking for a while, "Then wait a minute, and I'll ask you for you." He hung up the phone, logged in to the chat software, and quickly typed a string of texts with his fingers. It took a long time to receive a reply.

Qi Hui has no other skills, but has a way of interpersonal communication. Such an easy thing as a mobile phone number can be obtained in minutes.

He forwarded the 11-digit number to Han Yu, and then added a sentence-do you want to condolences to others?

Han Yu on the other end of the phone directly ignored Qi Hui's curiosity.

The boy saved the number on his phone, sat at the desk and pondered for a moment, as if hesitating.

But he still didn't call or send a message after all.

That's not what he's used to doing.

On a lonely night, the bustling sound of food stalls on the street came from outside the window. Han Yu got up to close the window, then drew down the curtains, and the room was instantly quiet.

He went out of the bedroom again, turned on the light in the bathroom, and looked up to see himself in the mirror.

It has a face that many people are amazed by.

But this handsome young man, you are very tired.

And make others tired too.

Han Yu slightly bent his lips.

Smiled weakly.

For the next two days, Tang Xia didn't come to school.

When Han Yu was in class, he could always clearly see all the teacher's handwriting on the blackboard, because there was no girl in the front seat with her back straight, her head raised high, seriously copying notes, and there was no girl who was drawn to get up to answer questions. Decided cowardice.

Life seems to be the same.

Classes when it's time to go to class, and fun when it's time to play.

An empty seat can at most make students who turn their heads or pass by by chance suddenly sigh: Oh, Tang Xia is sick, go home to recuperate. But it won't make them remember and look forward to that girl coming back sooner.

The days seem to be different from before.

Tang Xia's desk was piled up with a pile of test papers and exercise sets, all of which were accumulated homework and in-class exercises during the days she was on leave. The desk was full, and no one helped her clean it up.

Later, Xu Yayao came to tidy up, and Fu Han also came to tidy up.

A new week begins, and the course continues to intensify. At noon that day, the whole class went to the cafeteria to eat, and only Han Yu stayed in the classroom.

He had no appetite, and he rarely ate lunch.

I don't eat much breakfast either.

The boy lay quietly on the table, as if taking a nap, but his deep eyes were open.

There was silence outside the corridor, and it felt like he was the only one left in the whole world, alone.

Han Yu straightened up slowly.

The desk in front was a little messy again, because the back window was open, and the top test paper was blown to the ground by the wind.

Just right, it fell at Han Yu's feet.

He subconsciously bent down and picked it up.

After picking it up, the boy himself was a little bit surprised, got up and put it back on Tang Xia's desk. Then I struggled for a while, and simply stretched out my hand, straightened the test papers one by one, and pressed them with the exercise book to prevent them from being blown away again.

Just after finishing all this, there was a sudden sound of extremely slow footsteps at the door.

The footsteps sounded strange, with varying degrees of severity.

Han Yu thought it was a classmate who came back from dinner, feeling inexplicably nervous about being arrested for doing something bad, and sat back in his seat nervously.

Looking up, there was a familiar figure at the front door of the classroom.

He was startled, his pupils dilated slightly.

The girl looked in tentatively, and happened to see him sitting in the last row, the only one.

Tang Xia is back.

Chapter end