2117: C2117 She also Thinks He's Sick?

C2117 She also Thinks He's Sick?

Gong Suhe wasn't sure if Zhai Xingchen had heard her. After all, at such a close distance, Lin Qi's voice wasn't soft either.

She and Lin Qi looked at each other with some embarrassment in their eyes. Then, they changed the topic very tacitly.

However, Zhai Xingchen, who was sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to be faster than usual.

Under the moonlight, his expression was obscured by the shadow of the brim of the hat, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

However, only he knew that he was suddenly very irritated at this moment.

He remembered Gong Suhe. Previously, she had helped him at the school's washroom door. She was the first person who did not take the opportunity to say anything after helping him. She quietly left, giving him enough space.

After that, she wanted to give up her seat. Actually, he was a little unhappy. But that was nothing. He had encountered this situation more than once in all these years.

When he was singing just now, he could tell that the instructor insisted on him participating. At that time, Zhai Xingchen only had conflicting emotions in his heart. Just as he was planning to not follow the rules and leave alone, Gong Suhe appeared again.

She took the initiative to volunteer and diverted all of his attention.

At that time, Zhai Xingchen realized that he could finally breathe normally.

For the first time, he looked up and sized up a person. Then, he realized that she looked small and quite tall.

Furthermore, although her voice was not suitable for singing military songs, it somehow calmed his agitated mood.

He quietly listened to her sing. When he dismissed her, he also did not know why he would instinctively follow Gong Suhe.

But it was precisely because he followed behind Gong Suhe that he heard their conversation.

She said that she was a doctor, and she also said, "It's not that there's no illness in her body that counts as success.

In other words, in her opinion, she was actually a person with a physical and mental illness.

Zhai Xingchen's eyes were cold. He controlled the wheelchair and left quickly.

When he reached the dormitory entrance and saw that the boys had all cleared a path for him when they saw him, Zhai Xingchen suddenly calmed down.

He lowered the speed of his wheelchair and silently went to the front of his bed.

Actually, he had already gotten used to everything that had happened just now, hadn't he?

He was used to the way everyone treated him with their other eyes. He was also used to people avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion. Some gloated over his misfortune, and some used fake pity to satisfy their curiosity.

Therefore, her thoughts were no different from theirs.

Zhai Xingchen thought coldly in his heart. He propped himself up and sat on the bed, pretending not to see the curious gazes of the surrounding boys.

Last night, he had heard people talking about him. They had asked the boy beside his bed to take a look while he was changing his pants to see if he had legs, real limbs, or artificial limbs, and if there were any scars on them.

He had heard them all. That was why he had not changed his clothes. When the lights went out, he covered his blanket and completed everything with great difficulty.

At that moment, the phone in the wheelchair's hand vibrated. It was a message.

"Constellation, are you used to it in school?

If you need it, remember to tell Uncle Xu that he will arrange it."

It was sent by his mother. Zhai Xingchen knew that at this time, his mother might be on vacation with some young and handsome guy overseas. She did not know that he was attending military training at all.

He replied with his phone, "I'm used to it."

He did not say anything else.0

He didn't know if it was a coincidence or not. Ten minutes later, his father also sent a message - "Constellation, how have you been at school these few days?

I'm on a business trip. I should be able to come back next month. If you need anything, find Uncle Xu. "

Zhai Xingchen replied with one word: "Okay."

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