Since their classes are held at the teacher's home, if they order takeout for lunch, they have to make a note and tell the delivery man not to ring the doorbell and just order it to be delivered when they arrive at the door.
Lu Yuxuan saw the message and hurriedly ran to the door, muttering as he opened it: "Thank you, thank you, you've worked so hard..."
His words got stuck in his throat, and he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, saying in disbelief: "Brother Feng? Why are you the one who delivered the takeaway to me?"
"You don't usually give this piece..."
"I changed the day temporarily," Yang Feng said calmly, "When I took the order, I saw your name and accepted it."
As he was speaking, his eyes shifted slightly downwards to Lu Yuxuan's two forearms. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "How did you hurt your arms? Did you fight with someone?"
Only then did Lu Yuxuan realize that his sleeves had not been put down yet.
For a moment he froze in place, not knowing how to explain.
In a panic, Lu Yuxuan took a step back, grabbing the door handle and saying incoherently: "No, it's okay, well... I accidentally fell down."
"Brother Feng, hurry up and deliver it to the next one. If you're too late, they'll give you a bad review. Bye!"
After saying that, he didn't even give Yang Feng a chance to speak. He slammed the door shut, then ran back into the house with the takeaway.
Yang Feng stood at the door and stared at the closed door, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He knew that Lu Yuxuan was taking extra classes here. He took this order to deliver the food and wanted to see how his class was going. But from the looks of it, it seemed like he had gained something unexpected.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the distance and time of the next order. He calculated that he might not be able to make it in time, so he thought about it while going downstairs and called Lu Jiaming.
"Hello? Brother Feng, what's going on?"
"Are you going to take Xiaobao to pick up Lu Yuxuan after class today?" Yang Feng asked straight to the point.
"Yeah," Lu Jiaming said, a little confused, "What's wrong?"
"You'd better get to the cram school early," Yang Feng said. "I just delivered takeout to Lu Yuxuan. He has a wound on his arm. I suspect the teacher hit him. The mark looks a bit like a ruler."
"What?!" Lu Jiaming was shocked. "I see. I'll go check on the situation soon."
Yang Feng hummed, and then reminded: "Protect Xiaobao, call me if anything happens"
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