Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

16. School flowers

Zhuo Yingjing froze completely, her eyes uncontrollably looking at the teenager's legs.

For a moment, she felt that Pei Chuan was performing a mischief, like all adolescent teenagers in their twenties, who took pleasure in teasing girls.

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Pei Chuan lowered his voice and said in a cold tone, "My calf was cut off at the age of four, and now there are only two stumps with artificial legs. Would you like to see it?"

The noise of the students in the back of the classroom went away at once, Zhuo Yingjing was pressed by this repressed and mocking tone, and took a step back with a pale face. She did not dare to look at Pei Chuan, and stumbled to the debris dump at the back of the classroom to take the veil.

Zhuo Yingjing's hands were shaking when she wiped the window. She stood outside the balcony and looked at Pei Chuan from the transparent glass.

The little boy stooped down, mopping the floor with everyone.

The classroom was dusty and he was expressionless, unlike other students who were sweeping the floor and making trouble. He repeated the monotonous movements, quiet and silent, as if the vicious words just now were not what he said to himself, but his own speculation. Zhuo Yingjing feels absurd and terrible.

She wiped the window with a pale face, and finally couldn't hold back, trying to verify whether this was a bad joke.

Zhuo Yingjing grabbed a female student who finished the toilet and asked in a low voice: "You know Pei Chuan in our class has his legs ..."

The girl looked at Zhuo Yingjing in amazement and remembered that Zhuo Yingjing was Pei Chuan's new desk. The girl looked awkwardly for two seconds, looked at Zhuo Yingjing with sympathy and sigh, and then lowered her voice likewise: "He, no calf, it is said to have a prosthesis. You look closely at his walking posture, and normal People are different. "

Zhuo Yingjing was struck by thunder, she could not have imagined that the indifferent and cold boy had such a terrible incompleteness.

There was a basketball court on the way out of junior high school. When Pei Chuan walked past with a schoolbag on his back, a basketball came straight.

He raised his hand and firmly caught the ball that nearly hit him.

A few teenagers were shocked by the cold sweat. A teenager who picked up the ball said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! We didn't mean it, are you okay?"

"It's okay."

"You react so fast, you have good skills, you have time to play together."

Pei Chuan heard such praise for the first time and felt ironic and funny. He didn't answer, and walked out of the basketball court with his schoolbag.

Pei Chuan was very unhappy.

In fact, he did not expect that the things he most cares about would one day be said so radically. However, Pei Chuan is much calmer than he thought. He can almost guess Zhuo Yingjing's psychological distance. She will go to other students to verify, and gradually alienate herself.

If it's serious ...

If it is serious, she will apply to the teacher to change the table.

Around the winding path, there are several pomegranate flowers. They have passed the flowering period and are a little bit abrupt in the fall.

Deep in the flower, Bei Yao sat on the rock with her knees, and the school bag was held in her arms.

She was wearing a red and white school uniform. When she saw Pei Chuan passing by, she quickly followed.