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Chapter 16 16. It's Not So Difficult

After all, the doctor couldn't give an exact cause of the disease, and only prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers to take first, and then see how the effect is.

Ling Xing knows the reason for her hand pain, but as soon as she thinks that her hand will hurt for three days, her scalp starts to tingle.

After tossing around for most of the night, when the sky was getting dark, Ling Xing also understood the law of hand pain.

The pain in her hand will gradually decrease when she is still, and the pain will intensify once the wrist is stressed, and the range of force is determined according to the size. The smaller the object, the more obvious the pain.

It's okay to sleep, but you can't turn over during sleep, otherwise it will hurt if you touch your wrist.

The electronic voice operated like this, and it was clear that she didn't want her hands to be able to write with a pen.

Ling Xing and Shi Shu didn't get home until [-]:[-] in the morning, and they almost stayed up all night.

In this mental state, even if he went to school, he couldn't concentrate on listening to the class. Ling Xing decided to take a leave of absence in the morning to catch up on sleep at home, and then go to school in the afternoon.

I don't know if it's because he took painkillers, or because he was really sleepy, but after a simple breakfast, Ling Xing lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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At 10:[-] p.m., Shi Shu, who seldom goes out on weekdays, wore a peaked cap and sunglasses and insisted on sending Ling Xing to school.

Because he hated other people's strange eyes, he rarely went out in normal times, and it was the first time he offered to go out like this.

Anyway, he was sitting in the car, Ling Xing had no reason to refuse.

At the gate of the school, Shi Shu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, got out of the car first and opened the door for Ling Xing.

He stared at Ling Xing's right wrist for a while, and said: "I'll ask Dad to call your class teacher later, so don't go to night self-study for a few days."

Ling Xing nodded: "OK."

Just as he was about to close the car door, he heard him say, "After school in the afternoon, I'll come pick you up."

He took advantage of the situation and sat in the back seat of the car, and closed the door from the inside without waiting for Ling Xing to answer.

Ling Xing swallowed all the words he wanted to refuse, and the car passed in front of her, leaving only a trail of car exhaust.

The back of the car disappeared from sight, Ling Xing turned his head and walked to the school, her brother had a cold face and a warm heart, although he didn't talk much, he really had nothing to say to her.

The right wrist can't use force, Ling Xing puts his right hand across his chest when he walks, and his left hand supports his right hand, which looks like a broken bone.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, Qiu Yilin seemed to feel something and looked up. Her gaze first fell on Ling Xing's arm, and then quickly lowered her head to hide the smugness in her eyes.

Ling Xing heard her chattering with the electronic voice: "The mission of attacking is not that difficult."

It's not class time yet, a small half of the students are not in the classroom, Ji Yan and Hou Zi are not there, and Su Qingluo at the back table is not there either.

It wasn't until Ling Xing sat down in his seat that Zeng Zhile, the deskmate who was concentrating on the questions, raised his head from the half-finished test paper.

She looked at Ling Xing for a while, and became curious: "Why did you ask for leave in the morning?"

Ling Xing raised his right wrist a little higher: "Hand hurts."

Zeng Zhile tilted her head and looked around at her right hand. There was no redness or swelling, and she didn't see any problem at all: "Is it broken?"

It doesn't look like a fracture in the past, and the fracture should also be put in a plaster cast.

Ling Xing put his right hand lightly on the desk, and shook his head: "The doctor didn't say specifically what's going on."

It's so mysterious, some things really can't be explored in the field of science, such as the system in Qiu Yilin's body.

It's not that Ling Xing didn't want to think about it. If she dared to tell others that Qiu Yilin was talking to an electronic voice all day long, and that electronic voice could only be heard by her and Qiu Yilin, it would be strange if others thought she was crazy.

Zeng Zhile clicked his tongue: "This is unlucky..."

He asked again, "Can you still write?"

I can't even make a simple fist movement, and I definitely can't write.

Zeng Zhile finally couldn't calm down anymore, she looked back at the half-drawn blackboard newspaper: "If you can't write with your hands, what about our half-written blackboard newspaper?"

The corners of Ling Xing's lips were straightened, and it took a long time before he said: "I don't know, let's see if it will be better tomorrow."

This is the only way to do it, more or less half of the blackboard paper has been written, and there is still plenty of time, even if her hand hurts for three days, if she writes more when the pain is finally gone, it is not impossible to complete the task.

When the preparatory bell was about to ring, Ji Yan and Hou Zi returned to the classroom. They may have gone to play, and their heads and faces were wet with sweat.

When Ji Yan saw Ling Xing, his black eyes lit up, and he walked to the side of Ling Xing in three steps and two steps: "Xing Xing, why did you ask for leave in the morning?"

There was a wave of heat and the smell of sweat.

Ling Xing disliked this smell a little, she didn't want to talk too much with Ji Yan, and she didn't say the reason for her hand pain, she just found an uncomfortable reason to prevaricate it.

It's not that Ji Yan couldn't see the change in Ling Xing's attitude. He attributed all the reasons to the bottle of water he picked up on the playground that day. He still felt annoyed, but he still felt that Ling Xing's temper was not as good as before.

The first class in the afternoon was physics class, and Ling Xing didn't write a single word for most of the class, and she didn't even pick up a pen when the whole class was taking notes.

Fortunately, she answered the questions positively and sat relatively far back, so the physics teacher didn't notice her abnormality.

During class, Ling Xing clearly felt that Qiu Yilin turned her head and looked at her several times, as if to confirm whether her hands were really hurting to the point where she could not write. Every time she made sure that her hands were really not moving, Qiu Yilin His brows were raised a little.

Quite a bit of a villain's success.

During the break between classes, the boy at the front desk accidentally bumped into Ling Xing's desk while stretching. The desk moved slightly, and the slight movement stimulated his right hand on the desk.

The piercing pain came instantly.

Ling Xing took a breath, subconsciously pinched his right wrist, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the desk, waiting for the pain to subside slowly.

Zeng Zhile went to fetch water with their cups, but no one noticed her abnormality, including the stretching boy at the front desk.

Someone behind her lightly poked her arm, but Ling Xing didn't move.

It was just across a desk, Su Qingluo noticed her abnormality, so he leaned forward and approached her with his probe: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Ling Xing shook his head on the desk, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

There was no more sound behind me.

Su Qingluo has always been a loner, and has never been a nosy person.

After a while, Ling Xing felt something cool touch his wrist, and the pain seemed to have weakened.

She raised her head in surprise, meeting Su Qingluo's probing eyes.

At this moment, he was standing in Zeng Zhile's position, leaning closer to Ling Xing's desk, staring at her hand for a moment, and asked, "Hand hurts?"

The right wrist was pinched tightly, and the slightly protruding veins on the back of the hand due to the lack of blood circulation were especially obvious under the fair skin.

Ling Xing nodded wearily: "Yeah."

He thought Su Qingluo would continue to ask why, but he didn't ask anything, and turned back to his seat.

Well, there is no friendship boat between the two of them, and there is no such thing as a flip-flop.

But Su Qingluo's attitude is too indifferent!

Just thinking about it, I felt a chill on my wrist, and the pain seemed to have dissipated for the most part.

Ling Xing looked down at her arm curiously, there was a red braided thread on her wrist, and that red thread hung loosely on her arm.

I don't know if it's a psychological reason, but Ling Xing feels that his wrist really doesn't hurt that much anymore.

She looked at Su Qingluo at the back table again, and it was rare for the boy who was writing to raise his eyelids to look at her lazily.

"The cinnabar rope," he seemed to see the doubts in Ling Xing's eyebrows, and he explained lightly: "It can ward off evil spirits."

Ling Xing: "..."

Boy, do you know that you are the future successor of the new century, how can you play superstition? !
(End of this chapter)