Oi! You Hit Someone Like a Massage!

Jiang Jingying and Lu Anmo met for the first time in the moss-covered alley behind the teaching building. When he came around with his schoolbag on his back, Lu Anmo was leaning against the wall, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and crushing a stone with the toe of his shoe out of boredom. Seeing Jiang Jingying appear, Lu Anmo raised his eyebrows slightly—— This place is very remote, and usually only people who want to have a date come here. "Are you here to give someone away?" Lu Anmo asked lazily, holding the cigarette between his fingers. Jiang Jingying stood still in front of him and took a deep breath. His left shoulder hurt as if someone had repeatedly punctured it with a steel needle. It had been hurting for three days, and he couldn't even hold the pen firmly. He thought about going home to rest, but the head teacher said, "The midterm exam is coming soon, so bear with it if you can." He thought about asking for leave to go to the hospital, and he would have to queue for three hours to register, and he would not be able to catch up with the evening self-study when he came back. This time, there was really no other way out. "Hit me." Jiang Jingying said. Lu Anmo looked at him for a few seconds. The boy in front of him was as thin as a bamboo pole. The collar of his school uniform hung loosely on his collarbone. The dark circles under his eyes were as thick as if he had been punched twice. Although he was very sure that he definitely didn't hit it by himself. He was used to seeing the other party's reactions of begging for mercy, running away, and calling in reinforcements, but this was the first time he saw someone actively approaching and asking for a beating. "Okay," Lu Anmo flicked the cigarette aside and stretched his wrist, "I'll satisfy you." This punch was so powerful that it lasted throughout the entire summer. From then on, classmate Jiang met his own massage master. ＊ One afternoon, Jiang Jingying was punched in the shoulder by Lu Anmo, who skipped class and went to the playground to play with him. He cried out in pain on the spot: "Damn it, why is it that when you hit someone, it feels like a massage? It hurts so accurately?!" ———— —— Character settings: *Recipient: Jiang Jingying [A man with wet glasses] An ordinary student in Class 3, Grade 2, Senior High School, his face is always pale, his eyes are black and blue, and his schoolbag is always filled with endless test papers. I have been suffering from shoulder and neck strain for two full years. The pain is so painful that even turning my head feels like someone is tightening screws on my neck. He comes from a single-parent family and lives with his father. He has a somewhat sad personality, but in his heart he has the bravery of "it's already like this, can it be worse?" *Attack: Lu Anmo Unexpectedly reliable traditional man(?) The "Honorary Alumni Reserve" of the high school department - the reason why he is a reserve is because he has become so notorious that even the janitor knows him before he graduates. Both of his parents are dead, and he lives with his grandmother. Fights are a daily occurrence, and being punished is like collecting stamps. However, his fists are stronger than his mouth, and his mouth is worse than his fists. He is extremely good-looking, but he has "Don't mess with me" written all over his body. It's been really annoying lately because no one has dared to make trouble for so long. I'm so bored that I burn ants with cigarette butts by the playground. It's a nonsensical little story, both the attack and the suffering are small bitter gourds, it can be considered as saving each other hahahahaha... Dear readers, pay attention to the health of your cervical spine, and get up and move around after sitting for a long time. When I read the introduction, I rolled my neck! Purpose: Please take care of your cervical spine