The school beauty's four boyfriends 09

Qi An'an found Yan Xingcun in the school clinic.

Yan Xingcun leaned against a single bed, his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes drooping, and his thin, crimson lips pressed into a straight line.

The sunlight bathed him, making him look like an extremely beautiful BJD doll, but the dazzling light could not dispel the gloom surrounding him.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes, his dark, deep eyes revealing an even less youthful air that should be present in someone his age.

He stared at the girl at the door and blurted out, "What are you doing here instead of going to class?"

His other cheek was swollen, which made his speech unclear as usual, and his voice was a little hoarse. He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Instead of answering, Qi An'an asked, "Did your mother hit you?"

Yan Xingcun watched her movements without saying a word.

Since the school doctor wasn't there, Qi An'an ran to the refrigerator to get an ice pack and handed it to Yan Xingcun, saying, "Applying this will help. I've never been hit, but your injury looks just as painful as when I had my wisdom teeth pulled."

Yan Xingcun: "..."

He didn't take the ice pack and turned his face away.

There's a clear handprint on his left cheek, but there's no denying that his face is a work of art—a smooth jawline, a gently moving Adam's apple, a sexiness that lies between a boy and a mature man.

Qi An'an placed the ice pack on his cheek and asked, "Are you still angry with me?"

Upon hearing her tone, Yan Xingcun's expression suddenly hardened, as if some kind of demon was setting a trap for him.

An ice pack was pressed against my cheek, and the burning pain was subsiding.

Her fingertips accidentally touched his skin, bringing another kind of warmth.

Yan Xingcun swallowed hard, then suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "You're strange, Qi An'an."

"Um?"

"Mo Sinian is trying to quell the controversy by saying you weren't dating us, but judging from your behavior, do you still want to be criticized?"

His tone was somewhat harsh, but the girl was not intimidated by his attitude.

She blinked and said, "Let them scold me, it's not like I'll lose a piece of my flesh."

Yan Xingcun suddenly got out of bed, forcing her to look up at him.

A slender, snow-white neck, delicate eyebrows and eyes, skin so smooth you couldn't see pores, and moist, pink lips...

Yan Xingcun didn't know where to look for a moment, and only felt even thirstier and a little hungry.

The ice pack in her hand was so cold that Qi An'an couldn't stand it. Just as she was about to switch hands, Yan Xingcun took the ice pack and put it aside.

He lifted her chin with his cool hand and said abruptly, "Qi An'an, I know what you're going to do."

Qi An'an met his gaze and asked, "What do I need to do?"

However, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

He should be angry; she did take advantage of him in that matter.

But whenever he thought of her lonely figure, his heart ached, and he couldn't blame her in the slightest.

"You can leave now."

He let go of her hand, leaned back on the single bed, and didn't give her another glance.

Qi An'an bent down and handed him the ice pack again.

"I'm not going to eat you, what are you so nervous about?"

Yan Xingcun didn't say anything this time.

Seeing that he was standing still like a wooden statue, she leaned over and placed an ice pack on his left cheek.

As Yan Xingcun felt the chill, he could also smell a faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her.

His lowered eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly. He turned his eyes and looked at the green ivy on the windowsill next to him.

Who could resist Qi An'an?

A soft "click" sound came from behind.

Then Ji Yu pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw this scene, he frowned and strode in, shouting, "What are you doing?"

It has a strong sense of catching someone in the act of adultery.

Yan Xingcun remained aloof and did not reach out to take the ice pack, so Qi An'an could only apply it to him. The atmosphere between the two was indescribably ambiguous.

Ji Yu grew increasingly annoyed as he looked at Yan Xingcun, and his gaze became more and more hostile.

Qi An'an seemed oblivious to his emotions, switched the ice pack in her other hand, and casually asked Ji Yu, "Aren't you in class either?"

Ji Yu's tone was somewhat fierce, "If none of you are going, why can't I?"

"..." Qi An'an found it too noisy and simply kept quiet.

Ji Yu then turned to Yan Xingcun, "You don't have hands?"

He snatched the ice pack from Qi An'an's hand and threw it into Yan Xingcun's arms.

Yan Xingcun raised his face and looked at him expressionlessly. "You're very noisy."

Ji Yu sneered, "You don't make a fuss, but you're shameless. Your face is clearly injured, so how come your hands and feet are also crippled?"

Yan Xingcun ignored him. The next second, he turned his gaze to Qi An'an and whispered a few words, "Take him away."

Although that's what he said, he was staring at her with the half of his face that had been slapped, his expression inexplicably carrying a hint of annoyance and... grievance.

"???" Ji Yu exploded the moment he saw that expression!

What does Yan Xingcun's expression mean? It's like he's the one bullying him!

How insidious!

Before Ji Yu could react, Qi An'an reached out and touched Yan Xingcun's slightly swollen left cheek to comfort him. Then she said gently to Ji Yu, "Ji Yu, you should go back to class. I'll help Yan Xingcun put a compress on his face first."

Immediately, both boys blushed.

Yan Xingcun's eyelashes trembled even more violently.

Ji Yu was so angry his brain was buzzing, "Why? His condition isn't serious!"

Yan Xingcun's brows showed stubbornness, and his voice was deep: "It's not serious, I can handle it on my own."

Ji Yu: "???"

Could you please not sound so aggrieved?

"Qi An'an!" Ji Yu grabbed Qi An'an's hand tightly and said in a sinister tone, "Didn't you realize he was pretending to be pitiful?"

Qi An'an sighed and said, "Ji Yu, don't talk nonsense. What is he pretending for? His face is all swollen."

Just then, Yan Xingcun tilted his head back, making his injured face even clearer in front of Qi An'an. "It's just a little swollen, it's nothing serious."

Sure enough, Ji Yu saw the girl's eyes reveal her heartache.

Ji Yu pulled Qi An'an, "He already said that, didn't you hear it? Let's go."

Qi An'an glanced at Yan Xingcun's unconsciously clenched fist, suppressing a laugh, and said with heartache, "He's just putting on a brave face."

Ji Yu: "!!!"

Yan Xingcun: "..."

Qi An'an: "It's okay, I'll stay here. I apologize to everyone for misunderstanding you before."

When this matter was mentioned, Yan Xingcun pursed his lips and remained silent.

But she looked even more aggrieved, like a beautiful but pitiful girl who had been abandoned by the whole world.

Ji Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Qi An'an turned to him and said, "I asked Xiaoying to ask for leave for Ji Yu. Go back to class. Didn't you say you wanted to work hard to improve your grades?"

Ji Yu suffered a heart attack.

Yu Guangli saw that Yan Xingcun had already lowered his head, pressing an ice pack to his cheek, looking quiet and melancholy.

It's a very pleasing sight to behold.

Ji Yu sneered inwardly. Very well, they wanted to play this trick on him!

Ji Yu did not leave, but instead sat down on another hospital bed. "I have a headache. I'll wait for the school doctor to come back and get some medicine."

After hearing this, Yan Xingcun glanced at him sideways with a brooding look.

Ji Yu met his gaze coldly, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Xingcun cleared his throat, his voice even hoarser than before, as if he hadn't drunk water for days while walking in the desert. "Qi An'an, you're blocking my light."

Qi An'an was about to move aside when he reached out and pulled her onto the bed.

Qi An'an plopped down next to him.

Ji Yu stood up abruptly, looking nervously in her direction. "Qi An'an, come here."

Qi An'an's lips twitched slightly. "Stop messing around, aren't you being childish?"

His tone was soft and gentle, as if carrying a hint of helpless laughter.

It is very soothing.

At least when Ji Yu saw her attitude, the sour feeling that rushed to his head was barely suppressed.

He circled back to her, took her hand, and intended to lead her away.

Yan Xingcun, however, also grabbed her other hand at the same time.

Neither of them intended to let go.

Qi An'an: "..."

This scene looks so familiar.

Ji Yu sneered, "What, can't keep up the act anymore? Didn't you just tell us to leave?"

Yan Xingcun pursed his lips slightly, his grip on her hand remaining firm. "I don't like the look of you."

Ji Yu: "Perfect, I find you an eyesore too."

Qi An'an was caught in the middle, with both of her hands in the boy's, but she remained quite calm. "In that case, why don't you two talk first?"

"Who wants to talk to him?" Ji Yu exerted a little force.

Yan Xingcun's side also refused to give up.

Just as the standoff was reaching its conclusion, the door to the school clinic was pushed open again.

Mo Sinian stood up straight, with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, as if he had rushed over.

He glanced at the three of them locked in a stalemate, then slowly closed the door, his eyes expressionless.

"Did I arrive at the wrong time?"

Ji Yu didn't even look at him, and said impatiently, "It's good that you know."

Qi An'an: "..."

Excellent, another chaotic scene has been created.

As they were talking, Mo Sinian walked over and rescued Qi An'an from the two boys by pulling one of them out of his arms.

Qi An'an got up and stood at the foot of the bed.

Before she could ask, Mo Sinian naturally raised his hand, revealing his left arm, and calmly explained, "I think I twisted my hand while playing ball, so I came to take a look."

"Is it serious?" Qi An'an looked at his arm.

The muscles in his forearms are firm, with slightly bulging veins, making it impossible to tell what they are.

Mo Sinian shook his head. "I don't know either."

"Heh." Ji Yu let out a cryptic "heh."

Yan Xingcun had an ice pack on his face, and his body was enveloped in a slightly cold aura.

Mo Sinianjun's face was expressionless, but his ears were slightly red.

He heard that Qi An'an was coming to the school clinic, and he was worried that she might be feeling unwell, so he came over.

Little did they know that the other two were also there.

The school clinic wasn't very big to begin with, and the three boys each occupied a bed.

Qi An sat on a chair by the window, with a large amount of sunlight falling behind her, greedily enveloping her. She liked to tie her hair up, and the stray strands were illuminated with gold, making her porcelain-white skin seem to glow, creating a kind of sacred atmosphere.

No one spoke for a moment, but their heartbeats seemed to be almost the same.

When the school doctor came in and saw this beautiful scene, he was a little dazed, thinking he had come to the wrong place.

"What are you doing...?"

Qi An'an quickly stood up, pointed in the direction of the three boys, and politely said, "Dr. Chen, he twisted his hand, his face is a little swollen, and he has a headache."

Qi An'an looked at the school doctor with eager eyes.

The three of them: "..."

School doctor: "???"

His gaze swept over the three boys, noticing that their eyes were elsewhere and they seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

He immediately understood that those feelings of discomfort were probably just excuses used by the teenagers.

The school doctor cleared his throat and reassured the girls, "Don't worry, I'll check on each one."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Qi An'an then sat back down in her chair.

The school doctor had heard all the gossip about the school beauty before, so seeing them all here now, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

However, we're still one short...