Qiao Jiasen said lightly: "I haven't been bullied, at most it's just a fight between each other. How could I be bullied?"

"Why is that fighting each other? Have you become bad with your classmates? Is it related to family bankruptcy?"

"It's all small things, it has nothing to do with family bankruptcy. Stop asking, how can adolescent boys not fight?"

"You are so seriously injured, it's not a trivial matter! Others fight each other at most once or two months. It's obvious that you are hurting every day!"

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

Seeing that she had been crying, he wiped her tears helplessly: "You still don't understand boys, of course we will fight every day, once a month or two, that's what girls do."

"Nothing nonsense, girls don't fight at all. I didn't see any girl fighting when I was in school."

Qiao Yin said, and noticed Qiao Jiasen's hand.

When he wiped her tears, she felt his fingers scratching her face slightly hurt.

She looked carefully and saw a thin calluse on his fingers!

She remembered it very clearly that Qiao Jiasen had no calluses on her hands before!

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

What's going on now?

Seeing her focus on her hands, Qiao Jiasen took it back calmly, and answered her words in a casual tone: "It doesn't mean you haven't seen it before. Of course, there are girls who also fight."

"The international schools you attend are all rich children? Why do you still fight?"

"I'm full and I'm full. There are many people in international schools who are ignorant. Don't think they're too good."

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

Qiao Jiasen's psychological quality is now beyond the reach of ordinary people. When Qiao Yin stared at him, he did not retreat at all. He calmly said: "I have been hiding too much from you. Which one are you referring to?"

Seeing that he looked so righteous, Qiao Yin couldn't help but doubt her judgment. Is it really okay? It's really just adolescent boys fighting?

Just now, for a moment, she thought Qiao Jiasen had returned to that damn killer organization, so she suffered so much injuries.

But these injuries are indeed different from the injuries he suffered before.

Before, Qiao Jiasen was beaten to death with half of his life, but this time he was really just bruised, not very skin-breaking, not very much like the style of that organization.

Qiao Yin thought for a while, shook her head gently, and threw away the absurd thought. She seriously told him: "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 don't have enough understanding of the world, so you are easily deceived."

"knew."

"You're really just fighting with classmates?"

"real."

Qiao Jiasen picked up her hand and placed it on his wrist: "You can take your pulse and see if I lie."

Qiao Yin really touched it.

His pulse was very stable and there was no sign of lying.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and it was okay to simply fight with her classmates, but she was afraid that he would go astray and ruin his own future.

"I took off my clothes, I'll give you medicine."

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

Qiao Yin glared at him: "You are injured on the back, how can you apply medicine by yourself? Or do you want your mother to apply medicine to you when you go back? Do you dare to tell her?"

"I can paint in the mirror."
Chapter completed!