Qiao Jiasen said calmly: "I wasn't bullied, it was just a fight at most. How could I be bullied?"

"What was the reason for the fight? Did your relationship with your classmates become bad? Is it related to your family's bankruptcy?"

"It's all trivial matters and has nothing to do with the family's bankruptcy. Don't ask, how can an adolescent boy not fight?"

"It's no small matter that you're so seriously injured! Others fight only once a month or two at most, but you're obviously injured every day!"

Of course, Jason Qiao couldn't tell her that his injuries were not from fighting with his classmates, but from fighting with other students in the killer training camp.

Seeing her crying nonstop, he helplessly wiped her tears: "You still don't understand boys. Of course we beat them every day, once every month or two. That's what girls do."

"Nonsense, girls don't fight at all. I never saw any girls fighting when I was in school."

As Qiao Yin spoke, she noticed Qiao Jiashen's hand.

When he wiped her tears, she felt a slight pain from his fingers scratching her face.

She took a closer look and saw that there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingers!

She remembered very clearly that there were no calluses on Jason's hands before!

In the past, his hands were only used to play the piano, and they were well maintained!

What's going on now?

Seeing her looking at his hand intently, Jason Qiao took it back calmly and answered her words in a normal tone: "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't seen it. Of course girls also fight."

"Aren't the international schools you attended filled with rich kids? How come they still fight?"

"Eat enough to keep you going. There are also many unlearned and unskilled people in international schools. Don't think too highly of them."

Qiao Yin stared into his eyes for a while and asked him: "Qiao Jiashen, are you hiding something from me?"

Qiao Jiasen's current psychological quality is no longer comparable to that of ordinary people. Being stared at by Qiao Yin, his eyes did not flinch at all, and he said calmly: "I have hidden many things from you, which one are you referring to?"

Seeing him looking so confident, Qiao Yin couldn't help but doubt her own judgment. Is it really okay? Is it just a fight between adolescent boys?

Just now, for a moment, she thought that Jason Qiao had returned to that damn killer organization again, which was why he suffered so many injuries.

But these injuries were indeed different from the injuries he had suffered before.

Previously, Qiao Jiassen was beaten half of his life, but this time it was really just a bruise, no skin was broken, which is not like the style of that organization.

Qiao Yin thought for a while, shook her head gently, and got rid of the ridiculous idea. She told him seriously: "Qiao Jiasen, if you encounter something you can't solve, you must tell me and I will help you solve it.

You are too young now and do not know enough about the world, so you are easily deceived."

"knew."

"Are you really just fighting with your classmates?"

"real."

Jason Qiao picked up her hand and put it on his wrist: "You can feel my pulse to see if I'm lying."

Qiao Yin really touched it.

His pulse was very steady, and there was indeed no sign of lying.

She was slightly relieved. It was okay to simply fight with her classmates, but she was afraid that he would go astray and ruin his own future.

"Take off your clothes and I'll give you medicine."

Qiao Jiasen was very resistant to taking off his clothes. His face was slightly stiff and red: "Give me the medicine and I'll just go back and apply it myself."

Qiao Yin glared at him: "You hurt your back, how do you apply the medicine yourself? Or should you go back and ask your mother to apply the medicine for you? Do you dare to tell her?"

"I can apply it in front of the mirror."
Chapter completed!