Miao Luo also noticed Wei Lai lying down, and walked towards him before he started his sit-ups.
"Wei Lai, are you okay doing sit-ups?" Miao Luo looked at the wound on Wei Lai's knee.
The edges of the knee wound had split a little when the leg was bent.
This is exactly why she doesn't let Wei Lai run. Running can easily cause sweating, which will flow into the wound through the cracks.
There is also strong wind and sand on the playground. When running, the wound is repeatedly pulled, widening the cracks. Dust will inevitably enter the wound, causing a high probability of infection and inflammation.
"Teacher, I'm fine. I don't need to move my legs when doing sit-ups." Wei Lai said confidently.
"Okay, Qingting, keep an eye on him." Miao Luo turned to Qingting and reminded her.
"I will, Sensei."
After Qingting nodded, Miaoluo put his mind at ease and continued to attend the class.
"Are you all ready?"
"I'm ready."
"Then the counting begins."
After Miao Luo pressed the stopwatch, he walked away from Wei Lai and Qing Ting.
When Wei Lai heard the teacher say start, he had already started doing sit-ups, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he did the first one. Qingting did not help him press his feet with her hands, but raised her hands above her head and untied the rubber band that tied her hair.
But when I did the first one, I didn’t feel any weakness in my legs.
strangeness.
Wei Lai sat in the second seat and took a closer look. He found that Qingting was kneeling, using her knees to help press down her feet.
[She is so light, it doesn't hurt even when she's pressing on me.]
It's not just light.
Hearing Wei Lai's inner thoughts, Qingting's smile gradually began to shine. Finally, she pulled the rubber band in her hand, and her long hair fell down and fluttered in the wind, as light as an autumn dandelion.
Something happened that had not happened in his predicted future. Wei Lai's attention was attracted by Qingting's flying hair, and he forgot what to do for a moment.
Qingting's freed hand fell on Wei Lai's leg, holding his leg, blinking and looking at him, "Why don't you continue? You can't do it after just two?"
"I... I'm just trying to find the feeling. Now that I've found it, I'll start." Wei Lai almost bit his tongue in panic, and closed his eyes with a determined heart.
[How despicable! You actually tried to divert my attention by untying my hair. I won't let you succeed.]
In the previously predicted scene, Qingting clearly had not untied her hair. This sudden change made Wei Lai feel a little flustered.
Wei Lai didn't know what was different. He was clearly doing everything according to the future he knew.
[No matter what, if I close my eyes, she won't be able to do anything.]
Yeah, there's no other way, but it's fine.
Qingting secretly glanced at the classmates and teachers next to her to see if anyone noticed them.
She gently rested her arm on Wei Lai's uninjured knee, lowered her chin, and watched Wei Lai do one sit-up after another.
His cheeks were red, his eyes were closed, and he had a stubborn expression on his face. This kind of expression is rare, very cute and interesting, and you can never get tired of looking at it.
However, as Wei Lai did more sit-ups, Qingting clearly felt that his ability to control his strength was declining. Several times, when he almost sat up, his forehead hit hers.
Qingting could only let go of her hand with regret in her heart and continue to hold Wei Lai's legs.
When the classmate next to him couldn't do it anymore, he subconsciously stretched and retracted his legs. When Wei Lai lay down and retracted his legs, the scab on his knee wound cracked a little, and a trace of red flesh and a little bit of blood could be seen inside.
She didn't want the wound to widen and bleed more when she stretched and extended her legs repeatedly.
"Eleven, twelve..."
Because he was competing with Qingting, Wei Lai didn't expect her to help him count, so he counted silently himself.
"There are still 30 seconds left, hold on a little longer."
[Very good, let's surpass her in one go.]
Hearing the teacher's voice, Wei Lai's confidence increased greatly and his movements became faster than at the beginning.
He really wants to win, maybe he can win once today.
Qingting looked at Wei Lai who was doing sit-ups, and stretched out her hand that was holding Wei Lai's legs, then retracted her fingers.
Wei Lai thought she would attack his wound, but he didn't know that she had more than one way to interfere with his sit-ups.
For example, when Wei Lai stands up, poke his armpit with your finger.
She was very aware of Wei Lai's several weaknesses.
So should we let him go today?
Qingting was a little hesitant. It was not impossible to let Wei Lai win once, but if he was unwilling to compete with her in the future, it would be much less fun.
While thinking about it, Qingting noticed that a dandelion fell on the crack of Wei Lai's wound, as if it mistook the crack of the wound for cracked soil.
Just look at how hard he works.
In the end, Qingting decided to blow on Wei Lai's wound as he wanted, to see if Wei Lai had as much perseverance as he thought.
Freeing her hands to tuck her hair behind her ears, Qingting bent down, moved closer to Wei Lai's knees, pursed her lips, and blew gently and slowly, trying to blow away the dandelions on the wound.
Wei Lai was lying on the mat and was about to get up when his knee was suddenly attacked and his strength was completely drained away.
When he lay down with his legs bent just now, he immediately felt the wound, but it was only a slight pain and did not affect him.
Then, as he continued to do sit-ups, his body began to heat up, and the wound also became hot, and a hot and itchy feeling became particularly obvious.
Up to this point, Wei Lai could tolerate it and didn't think it was a big deal after getting used to it.
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