“……”


    The clock did not squeak immediately.


    After a while, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that the knuckle she held tightly moved a few times.


    Then, a low, weak voice with only breath rose faintly, "... Medicine..."


    Medicine?


    Xiang Xing stalled for a while.


    It was a quick reaction. The soft eyes blinked and continued to ask, "what medicine, where?"


    "... in... Bag..."


    In response, the boy said one more word as if he had caught a straw.


    In the bag.


    The little guy quickly raised his head and looked around the piano classroom.


    Finally, in a corner not far away, I found a black backpack.


    She quickly floated over and subconsciously reached for her bag.


    ——The hand went straight through the backpack belt unexpectedly.


    “……”


    Xiang Xing looked at his hand and frowned sadly.


    Suddenly, the little guy had a flash in his mind. He couldn''t help turning back and looking at the clock.


    Her mind moved, and she floated back to Zhong Liyu.


    Grab his hand again.


    He worked hard and dragged him up bit by bit.


    All the way to the black backpack.


    Later, the little guy grabbed the boy''s hands directly, clumsily controlled his knuckles and zipped the backpack.


    While looking for it, he asked, "senior, where''s your medicine?"


    “……”


    It is estimated that it is because he touched his backpack that Zhong Li''s consciousness seems to have recovered a little.


    His fingertips moved, but he was out of Xiang Xing''s control and groped in his backpack.


    Soon he found a small white porcelain vase in the shape of a gourd.


    Xiang Xing saw the young man pull off the lid of the porcelain bottle, like doing his best, take back his hand and hold the porcelain bottle in his mouth.


    After a while, the closed eyes finally opened slowly and mistily.


    "Hoo ~"


    Xiang Xing breathed a long sigh of relief.


    She thought and couldn''t help reaching out again and hugging one arm of Zhong Liyu.


    Lift your arm vigorously, put it on your small shoulder, and then support it violently.


    He helped the boy up smoothly.


    She held him, floated to a desk and chair that had not been turned over, and then carefully put him on the chair.


    At that time, the boy''s eyes were completely open.


    Qingming''s eyes stared at Xiang Xing tightly.


    Staring for a long time, he slightly opened his thin lips. In his hoarse voice, there was a trace of uncertainty: "are you... Xiang Xing?"


    "... huh?"


    Hearing the speech, Xiang Xing couldn''t help staring at her soft eyes in amazement.


    She floated in front of the clock, her head tilted slightly, and her little hand subconsciously pointed to herself, "senior, do you know me?"


    Strange.


    Whether in the plot or in the design, the original master''s sister has never had any intersection with Zhong Liyu.


    How did he know.


    “……”


    The clock left and paused, and a faint radian suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth.


    "I''ve heard about you."


    He smiled gently, his delicate eyes narrowed slightly, "but unexpectedly, you have become the land binding spirit of the school."


    "But thank you for saving your life."


    The boy said, suddenly struggling to straighten up.


    Xiang Xing leaned slightly, like a bow.


    "Oh, it''s a little help."


    Xiang Xing smiled sweetly and quickly waved his hand..


    But he suddenly felt the young man''s eyes and stared at him again.