In the morning, Chu Muyue came to the classroom with her mind to go to school, sat in her seat, in a daze.

To be honest, I didn't sleep well last night, I was thinking about that enchanting man, I don't know how he is doing.

Guessing, since he is a member of the country, he should have support, right? They will save him?

"Well, someone should save him!" Chu Muyue muttered to herself for a while.

But Zhang Yi was sitting in his seat at this time, hesitating whether to talk to Chu Muyue, remembering that Chu Muyue had healed the pain in his arm the day before, and he went back to sleep at night without waking up.

I wanted to talk to Chu Muyue yesterday, but I rarely talked to Chu Muyue before, and I was embarrassed to speak, and I have been so slow to this day.

I thought about it a lot last night. After all, people helped me. I don’t want to thank you. It’s really too late.

So Zhang Yi stood up and walked in front of Chu Muyue, but he stood still without speaking, opening his mouth and not knowing what to say.

Chu Muyue felt a shadow falling in front of him, but there was no movement. She slowly raised her head and faced Zhang Yi's tangled face, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yi coughed, blushing a little awkwardly and said, "You helped me heal my arm injury the day before yesterday, thank you!"

"Oh, this, it's okay, this is what I should be!" Chu Muyue was taken aback for a while, and then smiled.

"I must be thankful!" Zhang Yi looked firm and looked at Chu Muyue curiously, "I just didn't expect you to be so powerful. I remember that you only squeezed my arm, but it was surprising. Useful!"

Chu Muyue smiled lightly and said, "I fell off the cliff. I was rescued by an old Chinese doctor. He not only saved me, but also taught me some treatments for bruises, even after I came back. You can also massage yourself! Practice makes perfect!"

"It turned out to be like this!" Zhang Yi nodded suddenly with an enlightenment.

He just said, why didn't he know that Chu Muyue could have such a good technique before.

Because of Zhang Yi’s presence and chatting, Chu Muyue also forgot about Xiao Junyan who had been licked by him, and instead teased Zhang Yi, "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"

Zhang Yi grabbed his head awkwardly and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. If I bump into basketball in the future, can I find you?"

"Do you want to hurt yourself so much?" Chu Muyue asked with some helplessness when she heard it.

"This... of course not. It's just that there are always bumps and bumps in basketball or something, and I get hurt by that time. I can ask you to give me a massage. I can speak, let alone you refuse!" Zhang Yi said. I said very cleverly.

Chu Muyue couldn't help but grinned and nodded, "Okay!"

Zhang Yi was suddenly silly by Chu Muyue's smile. He only felt that the current Chu Muyue was very different from the previous one, but he couldn't describe this feeling with adjectives.

"You kid, have you seen enough? Where is your math homework? Bring it to me!" Yang Bei suddenly appeared, patted the back of Zhang Yi's head, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"If you dare to knock me again, I won't copy it for you!" Zhang Yi turned his head angrily and glared at Yang Bei, then awkwardly pressed Yang Bei's head and bowed to Chu Muyue, "Then I will first I'm leaving, thank you very much!"

"It's okay!" Chu Muyue smiled and waved her hand.

"Damn, you kid hurry up and let go!"