"I have only one goal, which is to get Ayanokouji Kiyotaka back to the white room." "Oh?" Wu Yi was unusually confused. Judging from the other party's appearance, he obviously has a grudge against Ayanokouji Atsuomi. At the same time, he is not a member of the White Room, but he is on the same side as the people in the White Room. The goal of both parties is to bring Ayanokouji Kiyotaka back from this school. It's too weird. Forget it, since I can’t figure it out, I won’t worry about it for now. Not wanting to waste any more time on this topic, Wu Yi kicked Baoquan, who was lying on the ground as if dead, and unexpectedly changed the subject. "By the way, what does this guy say, can you handle it by yourself?" "Don't worry, I'll call Teacher Sima right away to take care of it." Nanase Tsubasa didn't even bother to look at Baoquan, and directly took out his cell phone to make a call.
Wu Yi shrugged to indicate that it was up to you, glanced at the wound on his arm that had stopped bleeding but was still open in the night breeze, and turned to Sakayanagi Arisu who had been silent. "Um... Arisu, there shouldn't be anything like a medical kit in your room." "Unfortunately, no." The silver-haired girl spread her hands to show that she could not help. "I originally thought I wouldn't need them, but it looks like I'll need to keep some in stock in the future." "Well, that's not necessary. After all, I don't think I will need it. This is just an emergency. Even if I prepare it, I probably won't need it in the future." Wu Yi didn't care. "It's better not to use it." Sakayanagi Arisu emphasized his tone a little. Since she had lived in Wuzhili for quite a long time since she was a child, she was relatively familiar with Wu Yi's physique and knew that this injury was nothing and not even a flesh wound. But even though I know it, I still feel sad. "Now what?" "Well..." Wu Yi hesitated for a moment. It would be too conspicuous to go to the shopping mall to buy medicine in my current state. As for going to the infirmary, it is not impossible, but it will definitely attract the attention of the school, and then it will be very troublesome. Furthermore, if we go to Kikyo... well, there's a chance that Kikyo really has a first aid kit, but there will be a lot of explanations and trouble at that time. After thinking for a while, a small light bulb seemed to light up above Wu Yi's head, and he gently hit the palm of his hand. "Ah, I think I know who to look for. Arisu, I'll take you back to the dormitory first... er, I mean, back to my dormitory. If you're hungry, you can order takeout first. I'll be back after I finish bandaging you." "okay." ……
A moment later, downstairs in the staff dormitory, the light from the lobby on the first floor shone through the glass door and was reflected on the stone steps outside the door. The female teacher, who had already taken a shower, was wearing casual clothes and a coat, and was waiting quietly with her back against the floor-to-ceiling glass wall next to the door. There was a trash can with an ashtray next to her, and a little firelight lingered on her fingertips. Chabashira Sae picked up the cigarette and took a puff as usual. Just as she was about to exhale, rhythmic knocks were heard through the glass door. dong dong dong. Chabashira Sae then turned around and looked outside the door. It was indeed Wu Yi. It was only early April, but this guy was only wearing a shirt. He hung his school uniform jacket on his forearm as if it was very hot, like a towel in the hand of a waiter in a restaurant. His other hand was in his pocket, and he even kicked the door with his foot. As for why they had to knock on the door, it was naturally because they could not get in. Just like students of each grade cannot go to the dormitory buildings of students of other grades, the dormitory buildings for faculty and staff also have gate access control. Therefore, not only do you need to swipe your access card to enter the room, you also need to swipe your access card to enter the dormitory building. "You even have to kick the door. How lazy are you..." He casually put out the cigarette in the ashtray of the trash can, and with his other hand, Chabashira Sae pressed the unlocking switch on the inside of the door. Although he complained, he still opened the door for Wu Yi. "Also, what are those things you asked me to prepare on the phone just now? Bandages, alcohol, needles and thread. Are you injured somewhere?" "Well, that's right." Wu Yi walked in and tilted his head to look left and right at Chabashira Sae's feet. "So, what did you prepare, teacher?" "There are too many in the room to bring down. If you need them, just go to my room." While speaking, Chabashi Sae was also looking at Wu Yi repeatedly. "And you haven't answered me yet. Where exactly are you injured? Is it serious?" "It's okay, just a minor injury." Wu Yi spoke lightly, then raised his elbow slightly as the female teacher's pupils shrank slightly, revealing a small piece of his sleeve that was completely stained red with blood. Volume 347: Chapter : Pure Love Chaba The view changes to a bedroom in a female single dormitory on the fifth floor of the teachers' and staff's dormitory building. The sound of splashing water came from the shower room; it was Wu Yi cleaning his wound. But his way of washing was quite wild. He simply used the shower head to spray his arms directly without even taking off his shirt, and washed both the wound and his clothes together. Warm tap water mixed with a hint of dark red dripped onto the ground along the direction of the arm, then flowed into the floor drain and into the sewer. The reason for doing this is not because it looks cooler to look wet, but it has been a while since the blood stained the shirt. If you don't add some water, the blood stains will dry and be difficult to wash off. Although I don't plan to wear this shirt again, it would be troublesome if I just throw it into the trash can with the blood stain on it and someone sees it. As for hiding it in the dormitory closet... then it needs to be washed even more thoroughly. Otherwise, if one day Kikyo suddenly gets the urge to tidy up and finds a shirt with sleeves covered in brown blood stains at the bottom of the box, she will inevitably be interrogated.
In comparison, it is more reliable to wash it, fold it and not wear it again, and then say that it was accidentally torn when asked. At the door of the shower room, Chabashira Sae leaned against the door frame, with his hands crossed over his chest, quietly watching the situation inside. "What happened to the wound on your arm? How did it become like this?" "Well, I had a little fight with someone. He showed me a knife, which made me a little nervous, so I accidentally hit him a little too hard." Wu Yi casually showed his half-washed hands to the female teacher at the door. The hands that were covered in blood before have now been washed clean. There are no wounds, not even broken skin. The only wound was the one just below the forearm. "Of course, he was the first to attack, I was just defending myself." Wu Yi added a disclaimer. However, Chabashira Sae just shook his head slightly. "Forget it, that kind of thing doesn't matter. Just come out as soon as you're done washing. I've prepared the medicine and needle and thread for you." After saying that, she walked away from the door. When Wu Yi turned off the water valve and came out of the bathroom, Chabashira Sae was sitting at the desk in the bedroom. Various disinfection items such as iodine, penicillin, needles and thread were already prepared on the desk, as well as a bottle of ointment that he didn't know what it was. "Come here, I'll help you with it." Chabashira Sae gestured to another chair beside the table. "Oh no, I can handle it myself." Wu Yi walked over and sat down. Without waiting for the female teacher to take action, he picked up the medicine on the table and applied it skillfully to the wound. The posture was similar to that of a roadside barbecue chef brushing oil and seasoning on the skewers. It was not until then that Chabashi Sae noticed how deep the wound on his arm was. The deepest part was so deep that half a knuckle could fit through it. Disinfection and applying medicine are done in one go, and it takes less than a minute. Next, it's time to sew. Wu Yi thought about it for a moment, changed his posture, bent his elbows, and then clamped his wrists with his neck. Because before this he had always turned his arm around, but the distance was far and the angle was not very convenient to calibrate. There was no problem in just applying medicine, but it was a bit difficult to sew it. "Wait a minute, you can't do this, the wound will burst open." Seeing Wu Yi picking up the needle and thread and preparing to sew, Chabashi Sae frowned and interrupted him. "Give me the needle and thread, I'll help you." "Break apart? How could that happen?" As he spoke, Wu Yi had already poked the wound with a needle, piercing the skin and flesh from one side to the other. Then he pulled it with a little force, and the wound, which had been slightly stretched open by internal pressure due to the change in posture, was forcibly closed.
Such a self-mutilation-like way of sewing made Chabashira Sae gasp. Doesn't he feel any pain? "Stop... stop, let me help you sew." "No, it's okay." "Give me!" The female teacher emphasized her tone, looked up and emphasized again, while extending her hand to signal Wu Yi to hand her the needle. After staring at the man in sunglasses for a while, Wu Yi couldn't resist any more, so he stretched out his arm, shrugged his shoulders, handed the needle over, and retorted. "Then please remember to be gentle, teacher. Although I am a tough person, it will still hurt if you stab me like Rong Mama." "I know." Chabashira Sae took the needle, gestured a little, and then stopped. "No, your sleeves are too obstructive. You have to take off your clothes." "Tsk..." Upon hearing this, Wu Yi scratched his forehead, stood up from the chair, raised his arm with needle and thread hanging on it, and prepared to unbutton the buttons one by one. However, he was stopped by Chabashi Sae once again. "Don't move, I'll help you." Ok? Feeling as if he had heard something extraordinary, Wu Yi raised his eyebrows and stopped what he was doing. Although she is nearly meters tall, which is considered quite tall among Asian women, Chabashira Sae is still half a head shorter than Wu Yi even when she stands up. She pursed her lips calmly, walked forward, and began to unbutton her clothes one by one. This would not have been a big deal, but as Chabashi Sae continued to move, the placket of his shirt began to open up from the collar, revealing Wu Yi's muscular chest. It was from this moment that the female teacher's movements suddenly trembled slightly. huh? Wu Yi, sensing the strange atmosphere, glanced down curiously. Although Chabashira Sae was still moving, he became more and more cautious with each step, as if he was afraid of any physical contact. He lowered his head so that he blocked out the light. Looking down through the hair that fell by her face, she could vaguely see that the teacher's cheeks seemed a little rosier than before. Wait wait wait! ? What's with this innocent reaction that seems like that of a junior high school student? And teacher, isn't your character an iceberg beauty? What's going on? Is this a cute contrast? Wu Yi felt a surge of complaints instantly rising up in his throat.
Then he swallowed it hard. Soon, as all the buttons were undone and the shirt was successfully taken off, Chabashira Sae breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. "Okay, sit down." "Oh……" The two sat down at the desk again, and Chabashira Sae picked up the needle and began to sew without saying a word. At this time, Wu Yi was able to see clearly with the help of the light from the desk lamp that there was indeed a little blush on both sides of the female teacher's cheeks that had not completely disappeared. Gift crab.