Jungkook stood behind the railing of the auditorium and observed for a few seconds, and then judged her injury from the failure of the girl's foot when she landed on the ground.
Approximately estimated the girl's injury at this time, Jungkook did not hesitate for a second, turned around and walked down the narrow steps next to the auditorium.
It's just that he was just halfway down the steps when he was stopped by a teacher standing there——
"Non-participating students cannot enter the competition venue or leave the audience at will. Didn't your class teacher emphasize that?"
After the teacher finished speaking, he saw the boy standing in front of him clearly, that was Jungkook who made the teaching director Sun Xing unable to do anything. His tone was softer: "If there is anything, ask your class teacher to give a fake note and come back again."
Jungkook frowned and looked at the playing field under the steps. The other three girls standing there seemed to still be ignorant of Lisa's injury, and his little girl also forced herself to look like nothing happened. .
Jungkook's eyes became cold, and he turned and walked back.
At this time, in the auditorium of Class 6, the sports committee member who had just returned from the project looked at the banner of the class placed in the front, and asked the person next to him strangely: "Why is Brother Jeon not here?"
"I just seemed to walk to the other side of the stairs... Oh, isn't that back?"
Sports committee member Yoongi followed this person's voice and looked up, and saw Jungkook walking towards this side with a cold face, his eyes sternly.
Yoongi was taken aback, and instinctively went to the side to hide.
At this time, Jungkook had already walked a short distance beside them, and then stopped between the front row of the auditorium and the outermost railing.
Seeing that he was not here to find his fault, Yoongi was relieved immediately, and then stepped forward boldly:
"Brother Jeon, my project has ended, I will take this banner away—"
Before Yoongi's words were finished, the boy looked back: "Is there any ice packs in the class?"
"Huh?" Yoongi was stunned, but instinctively answered honestly, "Not in the class, but the Sports Department should have prepared some."
"Yeah." The boy answered, turning his gaze back. "You go get an ice pack and come back."
Yoongi puzzled: "Huh? What do you want an ice pack for..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the boy in front of him supporting the outermost fence with one hand with his left hand, followed by a neat aerial flip.
——
Then Jungkook's figure disappeared directly before his eyes.
"...Brother Jeon!?"
After being sluggish for three seconds, Yoongi suddenly reacted. Like the students in Class 6 and the next few classes who noticed the situation, they pounced on the fence and poked their heads to look down——
Under the two-meter high stage of the audience, the boy frowned and stood straight. Under the stunned gaze of the surrounding teachers, referees and students in the warm-up area before the game, he walked straight to the end of the girls' 4*400 relay.
At the same time, Dk, who was also preparing for the game in the warm-up zone, withdrew his gaze with a complex expression.
——
It seems that next month's "Black List" top spot will be booked in advance by Brother Yu.
...
The noise Jungkook made under the audience was not big or small, but it was enough for Lisa, who was not far away, to see the process before and after.
Seeing the boy wearing a light gray zippered sweater and black trousers walking towards this place with an unfavorable expression, Lisa only felt that her head hurts along with her ankles.
The other three relay girls in Class 6 who stood with Lisa were even more apprehensive. They all looked at Lisa in unison.
"This, what's the situation?"
"Looking at the expression... it doesn't seem to be coming to celebrate the victory for us..."
"Didn't Mrs. Shen say not to let you enter the playing field casually? But Lisa, did he come to see you? Looks so scary..."
The three of them were whispering, Jungkook had already walked one meter away in front of them.
At the same time, the teacher who was in charge of the project also walked over with a frown.
"Isn't it stipulated that non-participating students are not allowed to enter the competition venue?"
"..."
Jungkook glanced at Lisa with cold eyes, and then looked at the teacher blankly.
"A classmate in our class is injured. Teacher, you are too busy to maintain the regulations. We can only deal with it ourselves."
The teacher touched a hard nail and blushed after a moment of stun: "Hey, you student--how do you talk to the teacher!"
"..."
After hearing that a student was injured, but still only caring about his own face, this kind of teacher is really irritating...
The fierce emotions in Jungkook's eyes suddenly boiled, and he was suppressed by himself after a short while.
Jungkook stepped away with a cold expression, shortening the last metre between him and the girl to nothing.
When he walked in front of Lisa, he directly hugged the person back with one hand and pressed him onto the chair in the rest area behind.
After being forced to sit down, Lisa recovered, her expression slightly changed: "Jungkook, are you crazy? Didn't Teacher Shen just say that he can't—"
"I think you are crazy."
The boy looked at her condescendingly, his dark eyes carrying a chilling temperature behind his back.
After looking at each other for two seconds, Jungkook moved her face to one side when the girl lowered her head with a guilty conscience.
He looked at the classmate who was still sluggish next to him.
"She sprained her left ankle. Go under the auditorium and ask Yoongi to throw the ice bag down."
After speaking, Jungkook turned around.
His face was still missing the slightest emotion, as if it was sealed by frost.
He stared at the girl's low head blankly for a while before sighing.
The boy dropped his hand and rubbed the top of the girl's hair.
"Don't you just see me comfortable for a while, classmate Lili?"
"..."
Lisa shrank her left foot under the chair with a guilty conscience.
"Actually, there is nothing...just when you sprint before handing over the baton, the force is not correct, accidentally...it smashed. It doesn't hurt much..."
Jungkook listened, no longer said anything else, directly bent his knees and lowered his waist, squatting down to the girl's eyelids.
Then he reached out and clasped the girl's left calf.
The soft and greasy skin under his palm trembled gently.
Jungkook raised his eyes and saw the girl looking at him harmlessly with a little panic.
"..." Jungkook's eyes were deep, and after two seconds he lowered his gaze, his voice was low and hoarse, "Isn't it painful?"
Despite this, the boy's movements were cautious to the extreme.
He took off the shoe on the girl's left foot with the lightest force, then carefully supported the girl's ankle, and put her small sole on his leg that was pressing on the ground.
During these actions, Jungkook was relieved slightly after confirming that the girl had no obvious frowning or other pain reactions.
He stretched out his hand to pull up the leg of the sports trousers that the girl had put on a little bit, and then took off the light blue socks in half.
The snow-white curved legs and the swollen and red ankles were exposed in front of everyone.
Perhaps the girl's complexion is really white, as white as the most delicate and creamy milk. In contrast, the sprain on the ankle becomes more and more terrifying.
So as soon as the wound was exposed, the faces of the teachers and students who were gradually surrounding them, who were still different, all changed slightly at this time.
And Jungkook, who was squatting there, quickly turned his white face into charcoal black.
He raised his eyes, his eyes were dark. The thin lips have also become sharp and sharp arcs.
"After a sprained ankle, you can't focus on landing-this is common sense, don't you understand?"
The first time the low-pressure storm that the boy brought with him was still in the center, Lisa stubbornly contracted her neck and shrank her shoulders, her voice soft:
"I didn't expect it to be so good. I just wanted to insist on returning to the class before... looking for you."
"..."
Jungkook was holding back the anger of the volcano. In the last three words of the girl, it was like a relaxed balloon.
With a swish, the anger was gone.
"Ice bag is coming—Ice bag is coming—"
Just as the atmosphere became more and more weird, a voice cut through the silence here.
The three girls who were in the same group as Lisa ran back, holding the ice packs Yoongi threw to them.
As soon as Jungkook took it, the girl who let go of her hand wailed "It's so cool, so cool", wrapped her autumn coat tightly, and hid away.
Jungkook, who took the ice pack, also frowned.
"Why is the temperature so low?"
"It looks like the sports department just took it out of the refrigerator."
Another girl explained awkwardly.
"..." After Jungkook heard the words, his brows became tighter, his sharp eyes swept around, but he couldn't find anything suitable.
Lisa couldn't help but whispered:
"It's okay, it's okay to stay for a while and then apply cold compresses..."
Jungkook did not answer the conversation. He reached in front of him and pulled the zipper of the light gray sweater directly.
Two seconds later, the boy had already taken off his sweater, revealing a black short-sleeved T-shirt.
Under the short sleeves, a scary scar with new pink flesh on his right arm was also exposed.
Anyone who saw the scar, whether the teacher or the student, frowned and avoided sight.
People even took a step back instinctively.
Lisa collected all this in her eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, and her hands on both sides of her body clenched unconsciously.
The strange gazes those people look at him...
She really doesn't like it.
But the boy squatting there seemed to be unaware. He wrapped the ice bag with the sweater that he took off, and then controlled his strength, gently pressing it against the ankle of the girl's left foot that was stepping on his leg.
After he posted it, he squatted up and looked at the girl: "Is it cool?"
The voice is extremely soft, and the eyebrows are gentle and cautious.
"..."
Lisa's heart seemed to be pricked lightly by some soft thin needle, but it didn't hurt, it was just numb.
She then let go of her hand and bent the corner of her eye, but the corner of her lips curled up.
The girl sitting there shook her head slowly.
"It's not cold."
...
"Jungkook...thank you for being here."
The author has something to say:
I remember that in Chapter 46 (the "You Are the Best" chapter), some readers asked why Tiantian felt that Wen Yufeng was the best.
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He may have scary scars, but what he leaves for his girls is even gentle.