Chapter 4:

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Soon the film came out, Zhang Man followed, and sat next to listen to the doctor's analysis.
"The bone in the left forearm joint is cracked. It must be fixed by a plaster and cannot be displaced. Please do not move your left hand during this period. You young people have good physical fitness. As long as you take a good rest, it will grow well in a few weeks. It is the left hand that hurts, and it does not affect the writing."
Li Wei frowned when he heard the cast, and opened his mouth to refuse, but Zhang Man took the lead.
The girl spoke faster than usual: "Hit, hit, hit harder."
After a plaster, life will be very inconvenient for a person. She is worried that he will choose to carry it hard just like his previous life.
The doctor was amused by her: "Little classmate, the thicker the cast, the better."
Knowing that he had made a common sense error, Zhang Man lowered his head in embarrassment and glanced at Li Wei who was sitting next to him.
The boy's eyes stopped at the top of her hair, there was no focus, but fortunately he didn't say anything to refute.
The process of plastering was very fast. About twenty minutes later, Li Wei came out with a thick plaster, with his whole left arm hanging from his neck, looking a little funny.
Looking at his expressionless face, Zhang Man felt a familiar pain in a corner of his heart.
She thought helplessly, it seemed that the total pain between the two was certain, as if the less pain he showed, the more her heart hurts.
This is a bone fracture, not a simple wound.
When I was teaching in high school in the past, I also saw a classmate who accidentally fell and caused a bone fracture. Boys and girls of this age are still the most delicate flowers in the greenhouse, and they can show a good score for five points of pain.
But except for frowning when Li Wei just stood up, he has endured silently until now.
How could it not hurt?
She felt very uncomfortable. She walked over, held his other hand, slowly led him out, and carefully said: "Li... classmate, do you hurt? Call out if it hurts, I won’t laugh. you."
The young man said in a low voice, "It's not a leg injury."
Zhang Man then realized that he really didn't need to support him. But she just wanted to get closer to him at this moment, and didn't want to loosen him at all: "You are hanging a cast with one hand, your body weight is unbalanced, and your walking is unstable."
After Zhang Man finished speaking, Li Wei said nothing, but pushed her away with his right hand.
Although the action is light, it cannot be refused.
Zhang Man saw him walking forward alone, feeling sore. She walked quickly behind him and did not continue to step forward to help him.
She told herself, don't worry, take your time.
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When they arrived in the classroom, the students were taking turns to introduce themselves.
The two entered quietly through the back door of the classroom, but Li Wei's appearance in plaster still attracted the attention of the class and the teacher. No matter whether he knew his classmates or not, he whispered at the moment.
At this time, even Liu Chang, who had just been constantly provoking, couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He didn't expect that he was hurt so badly just now. It's one thing to see him upset, and he didn't want to really hurt him.
Upon seeing this, the head teacher Liu Zhijun frowned and asked: "This classmate, what's the matter with you? What's your name?"
The tone is not very good. This happened on the first day of school. If the parents find him, he will have to bear certain responsibilities as the head teacher.
Li Wei machine said his usual answer.
"Li Wei. Nothing, just fell..."
But this time, something happened and his words were interrupted.
"Report teacher, I saw it all downstairs just now, he was hit by these two classmates."
The girl's voice had no ups and downs just like him, just making an impartial statement.
As she said, she raised her finger and pointed at Liu Chang and Wang Xiaofeng.
As soon as her words fell, Liu Zhijun, the head teacher, looked sharply at Liu Chang, who had just introduced himself, but the expression on his face was not very gentle.
The whole class also looked at him.
Liu Chang's face instantly blushed, and he stammered: "Teacher, I...I just ran too fast, I didn't expect to hurt him."
Liu Zhijun was never a kind-eyed class teacher, and he didn't bother to listen to him continue to explain: "Liu Chang and Wang Xiaofeng wrote a letter of apology to classmate Li Wei, and gave it to classmate Li Wei before school today, and paid the corresponding medical expenses. Li Wei, you Bring the letter of apology back to the parents for signing, and give it to me tomorrow. This is the case. The whole class should take a warning, you are not junior high school students now, don’t always go crazy after class, it’s better to have this time Reading in the classroom... continue to introduce myself."
Zhang Man secretly raised his head and glanced at Li Wei. He was still looking at his book nonchalantly, without any fluctuations in his expression.
She knew in her heart that her actions might not be a help to him, but a cause for trouble.
He really didn't care, and he didn't care about it.
Zhang Man squeezed the cover of the new textbook and bit his lip. But she wanted to watch him get angry, watch him quarrel like ordinary people, instead of living in her own world forever and caring nothing.
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The letter of apology from Liu Chang and Wang Xiaofeng was handed over quickly. Liu Chang was still a little embarrassed and apologized with his head held up. Wang Xiaofeng's attitude was pretty good, and he even brought lunch to Li Weicong's cafeteria.
Those two apology letters were taken into the schoolbag by Li Wei. Zhang Man suddenly thought that the head teacher asked him to sign the parents. Who can he sign?
There is no one in his house.
During the lunch break at noon, a few girls in the class came over to talk to Li Wei.
In fact, with his appearance, it is difficult not to be noticed.
Among the girls is Dai Qian, who is the new literary committee member of their class and a recognized class flower in the previous class.
When the school started in the previous life, because of Li Wei's appearance, the whole first high school was a sensation. Whether it was a female classmate in high school or some senior students in high school, they were crazy for Li Wei for a long time.
But later, as some rumors related to Li Wei spread throughout the school, the attitude of the whole school toward him changed dramatically. Back then, Zhang Man always sneered at those rumors, but now that I think about it, I am afraid that most of them are facts.
The positions of the two of them were surrounded by a few girls. Looking at their slightly excited eyes, Zhang Man lowered his eyes, with a trace of anger in his heart. In their previous lives, they kept saying that they liked him, but after hearing some bad rumors about him, they shunned them and even spoke harshly at each other.
Then she felt uncomfortable again.
Why talk about others, not her own. Although she sneered at the rumors about him in the previous life, after those things happened, she didn't choose not to believe him, and transferred to another school without saying hello.
She is like them. No, she hurt him more deeply.
"Student Li Wei, do you have any talents? The school will organize a National Day performance next month, and the head teacher just asked me to organize students to sign up." Dai Qian is a pretty girl, tall and tall, and she is used to raising her chin when she speaks.
Li Wei didn't lift his eyelids, only shook his head.
Dai Qian wanted to say a few more words on this topic, but Zhang Man didn't give her a chance: "Have you not seen his inconvenience? Even if he has any talent, he can't perform."
Dai Qian choked, did not think of a new topic, so she said "pay attention to rest" and left. Before leaving, he gave Zhang Man an unclear look, obviously dissatisfied with her interruption.
"Li Wei, you don't need to pay attention to them. Your hands and feet are inconvenient, and you don't need everyone to attend the National Day performance."
The boy raised his head and replied with an unprecedented word: "Yes."
His gaze paused for a moment on the face of the girl beside him, then returned to the book in his hand.
No one noticed, a hint of irony flashed in his eyes.
He has experienced such things too many times. Every time they come to a new place, they will always be sought after, but after that, they will be afraid of him, disgust him, and they will not like him at all.
His new tablemate is probably the same.
Human consciousness and emotion are the most illusory things. He doesn't want to, and doesn't need to be contaminated.