sinovels Chapter 39 39
Chapter 39 39
The next day was Saturday, Jiang Qixiao rarely wanted to sleep in, so he didn't get up, and let Duke Zhou enter his dream to tell stories.
But his mobile phone didn't think so. He first turned off the alarm clock after seven o'clock and lay down on the bed, and soon the mobile phone started ticking again.
Jiang Qixiao grabbed the quilt with both hands, huddled under the quilt, and ignored it.
However, the mobile phone was still beeping non-stop, like a series of cannons, making him unable to ignore it even if he wanted to.
Ah, it's annoying.
Jiang Qixiao lifted the quilt irritably, exhaled heavily, rolled his eyes at the ceiling, took the phone casually, and answered the call without even looking at who it was.
There was a slight electric current on the other end of the phone, and Jiang Qixiao closed his eyes and did not speak.
The other party didn't speak, just remained silent for about ten seconds, and Jiang Qixiao hung up the phone.
Then the phone rang again.
"Fuck! Why the hell are you calling me so early in the morning without practicing boxing!" Jiang Qixiao glanced at the note when he picked up the phone again, and couldn't help but frowned and growled in a low voice.
The other party was silent for a while, "...my leg is broken."
Jiang Qixiao's consciousness was awakened by Yang Shaoqing's words, and he lightly pinched his thigh.
Almost forgot about it.
He also promised Aunt Yang to take care of him.
"Oh," Jiang Qixiao yawned, "Just wait, I'll come over after washing up."
After speaking, he hung up the phone, jumped up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.Thinking while brushing his teeth, Yang Shaoqing guessed that he would not be able to go to school during this period of time, and the midterm exam seemed to be a failure, let's see if he could catch up with the final exam.
Yang Shaoqing showed no expression after opening the door for him, and rolled his wheelchair to the dining table to have breakfast.
Jiang Qixiao looked left and right, but he didn't see that Yang Shaoqing needed his help now, and Yang Shaoqing didn't speak, so he could only ask, "Why did you call me here, young master?"
Yang Shaoqing raised his head and glanced at Jiang Qixiao who was standing by the door and didn't come in, "Eat breakfast."
"Huh?" Jiang Qixiao said, "Breakfast?"
Yang Shaoqing pushed another bowl of noodle soup on the dining table aside, "My mother just came back and made breakfast for me, and I made yours by the way."
Jiang Qixiao groaned, put on his slippers and walked in.
Auntie Yang has always taken care of his taste that he doesn’t like spicy food. Even the noodles are cooked with tomato and egg noodles. In the morning, he yelled at her because she was woken up by Yang Shaoqing’s phone call. It turned out that they just made his I want to invite him to have breakfast.
Thinking of this, Jiang Qixiao felt a little guilty, mixed the noodles with chopsticks, and took a bite, "Just now... I'm sorry, I'm not fully awake yet, my tone was not intentionally so bad."
Yang Shaoqing hummed lightly, as if he didn't have a good appetite, even though he fiddled with the noodles with his chopsticks, he didn't take a few mouthfuls, "You're right."
Weekends were his regular boxing practice days, but now he has to be taken care of in such a ghostly state.
It's annoying just thinking about it.
But Yang Shaoqing didn't show his emotions as he did in the hospital yesterday, anyway, it's all like this, no matter how angry or howl, it's useless.
It's better to have a better mentality and heal your injuries.
Jiang Qixiao was a little embarrassed. The Yang family treated him so well and only asked him to take care of the injured Yang Shaoqing in his free time. He actually pushed back yesterday.
"Hey," he ate two mouthfuls of noodles, took a sip of soup, and looked at Yang Shaoqing, "Will you come back with revenge when your legs recover? I mean... Wang Zhong."
Yang Shaoqing stopped and licked his lips, "It depends."
"Wang Zhong did it on purpose, right?" Jiang Qixiao asked.
Yang Shaoqing glanced at him with a look of "Are you an idiot?"
Was it intentional or accidental?
Was it accidentally crushed on the wound?
Jiang Qixiao was not annoyed when he received the signal he wanted to express, "Then why do you still have to look at the situation, since it was intentional, then take revenge."
Yang Shaoqing had no appetite at first, so he simply put down his chopsticks and folded his hands in front of his chest, "Didn't you persuade me not to be impulsive and not head-to-head with Zhou Laoqi, why are you urging me to find him now? Just miss me like that die?"
"...Are you going to die?" Jiang Qixiao glanced at him, bowed his head and sighed a few times.
"No." Yang Shaoqing said, "But this matter... no matter what, we have to wait until the leg recovers."
"This matter will spread quickly, right?" Jiang Qixiao wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "At any rate, you are also the boss of No. [-] middle school."
"Yes." Yang Shao tilted his head and stared at the ceiling, "I knew everything I wanted to know yesterday."
"Huh?" Jiang Qixiao took another sip of soup, "Then why didn't your sister Jiao come to see you?"
"..." Yang Shaoqing glared at him, "You sister! You sister! Can you stop screaming so disgustingly! Do you know her very well?"
"Didn't you know her well?" Jiang Qixiao said with a smile, "She has been chasing you for so long."
Yang Shaoqing stopped talking.
He was not familiar with Liu Yanjiao at all.
It's her who has been pestering him unilaterally, okay?
He didn't want to argue with Jiang Qixiao at all, and felt annoyed when Jiang Qixiao mentioned Liu Yanjiao's name.
After Jiang Qixiao swallowed the noodles, tomatoes, eggs, and soup in the bowl, he leaned on the back of the chair with a satisfied face and let out a long sigh, "Comfortable, why do you think you can cook so well?" My mother, it's a pity that she doesn't open a restaurant."
Yang Shaoqing rolled the wheelchair to the sofa, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, "How do I know, put away the bowl quickly."
Jiang Qixiao pouted.
It's really calling people.
He glanced at Yang Shaoqing's bowl, and there was still half a bowl of noodles left. He immediately felt uncomfortable, and frowned, "It's shameful to waste, do you understand that a bowl of noodles can't hold you to death, and you can't if you only have a few mouthfuls left." finish it?"
Yang Shaoqing changed the channel without looking back, "If you think it's a waste, you can eat it for me."
"..." Jiang Qixiao took a deep breath, "Do you understand that every piece of food on the plate is hard work?"
"Ah." Yang Shaoqing finally found a program he wanted to watch, and threw away the remote control, "So let you eat it for me."
"You can die if you eat a little bit or something."
"I can't eat it." Yang Shaoqing still insisted, "I told you that if you want to eat it, you can eat it."
Jiang Qixiao was speechless, stopped communicating with him, picked up two bowls and walked towards the kitchen.
Cannibals are soft-mouthed but short-handed, and what should be closed has to be done.
After he went in, Yang Shaoqing turned his head to look at the kitchen, his eyes were a little strange, he didn't know what was going on in his heart, and he looked back before he came back.
Jiang Qixiao didn't wash the dishes, he didn't know where to pour the leftovers from Yang Shaoqing's food.
Yang Shaoqing was staring at a reality show on the TV, enjoying it.
"Brother." Jiang Qixiao said, "Do you want me to pee for you when you go to the toilet?"
"...No, thank you, brother." Young Master Yang rolled his eyes at him, imitating his tone and said, "I can do it myself."
Jiang Qixiao smiled, and sat on the sofa for a while, feeling a little bored, not wanting to waste time sitting here with Yang Shaoqing, stood up and said, "Is there anything else, I'm leaving."
Yang Shaoqing raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Where are you going?"
"Go downstairs! Do business!"
Yang Shaoqing laughed lightly, "Your small shop may not even have people coming all afternoon, let alone in the morning."
"Then I have to open the door to have a look," Jiang Qixiao said, "What if there is one today."
Yang Shaoqing glanced at him, "Okay, if you don't think it's troublesome to drag me up and down, you can go now."
Jiang Qixiao:? ? ?
"What do you mean?" Jiang Qixiao was confused.
"literal meaning."
Jiang Qixiao was delighted, "What are you afraid of when you stay upstairs alone, afraid of ghosts?"
Yang Shaoqing hummed seriously, "I'm afraid, I'm very afraid, I'm so afraid, I don't care, if you want to go to the store, I'll go too."
"...Why didn't I think you were so difficult to serve before." Jiang Qixiao frowned with a smile, "Are you acting like a baby with me?"
Jiang Qixiao reckoned that it was the first injury that dealt a big blow to Yang Shaoqing, and that's why he couldn't get used to staying here alone.
The child is angry.
Yang Shaoqing stared at Jiang Qixiao intently, with a serious expression on his face, as if as long as Jiang Qixiao dared to move a step now, he would dare to jump out of the wheelchair and chase him.
Jiang Qixiao sighed, "Okay, I'll take you down with me, and bring your textbooks by the way, and give lectures while drinking coffee."
Seeing that Jiang Qixiao had compromised, Yang Shaoqing showed a winner's smile.
Jiang Qixiao first went downstairs and opened the door, and then arranged Yang Shaoqing to sit on a chair in the store with his back, and then went upstairs to get the book and wheelchair.
It was only two rounds up and down, and he was sweating all over.
Jiang Qixiao made two cups of coffee and served them on the table. When Yang Shaoqing wanted to drink, he stopped Yang Shaoqing with a nervous expression, "Can you drink coffee in your situation? Do you want to avoid it or something?"
Yang Shaoqing glanced at him, took a quick sip, and then let out a 'ha', sticking out his tongue and fanning the wind non-stop.
Almost scalded him.
"You...why are you in a hurry." Jiang Qixiao was taken aback, and quickly poured him a glass of mineral water, "It's not that I haven't drank it before, I'll drink it after the taboo is over, it's all right now, I'll return it to you It's hot."
Yang Shaoqing gulped down a large glass of water, took a breath, and said nothing.
Jiang Qixiao flipped through Yang Shaoqing's textbooks and workbooks, "Can't go to school now?"
"Can you take me to school every day?"
"……cannot."
"Then it's over." Young Master Yang gave him a blank look, "Take a damn lesson."
"Then I will follow the new content taught by your teacher." Jiang Qixiao said, "You have to accompany me every day for these few months."
Yang Shaoqing lowered his head and said nothing.
Actually... that's not bad.
That is, staying in the shop with Jiang Qixiao.
Except not being able to practice boxing and not being able to skateboard is a bit annoying.
Jiang Qixiao's shop had just installed leather curtains a few days ago, and the weather turned cold, so he also made preparations to keep out the cold.
Originally thought that winter in the south was not cold, but Shi He and Yang Shaoqing firmly insisted that his cognition was wrong, and they insisted on letting him settle down, so Jiang Qixiao had no choice but to follow their wishes.
At this time, the leather curtain in the shop was suddenly lifted.
The two people who were about to give a lecture looked at the door curiously at the same time, and a man in very flamboyant clothes walked into the store.
As soon as Yang Shaoqing saw the person coming, his complexion changed, and almost instantly exuded his aloof and arrogant temperament exclusive to the school bully, and looked at the other person indifferently.
This person is wearing a pair of washed jeans, with his hands in his pockets, and a black leather jacket on his upper body. He has a good figure and looks good in it. With a fashionable perm, he looks very handsome.
Jiang Qixiao was surprised.
What does No. 9 of the No. [-] Middle School team come to his store for?