I’m Really a Superstar

afternoon.

More than two o'clock.

In the small booth of more than 30 square meters, Zhang Ye had just disconnected his mobile phone from the Internet, and the calls came one by one. It was very dense. Just like when he left the police station at noon, all the friends he knew came to express their concern and greetings, and some of them sent text messages. Asked, and some directly called.

Suna's text message: Is the injury serious?

Zhang Ye replied, "It's fine, thank you.

Yao Jiancai's phone call, "Brother, is it a lottery?"

"I can still hold on, hehe." Zhang Ye smiled.

Yao Jiancai praised: "Okay, it's really a real man of iron and blood, I just went out to catch a scene today, I will go back to the capital in a few days, and I will visit you at that time.

Zhang Ye said: "It's okay, you are busy with your old Yao."

Yao Jiancai said: "You take good care of your injuries, and we will gather when I go back."

After several phone calls, Zhang Ye explained to his friends one by one and reassured them. In fact, he was very dizzy. He had shed a lot of blood before. If he really wanted to recover, it would always take some time to cultivate. Who is not made of meat? But Zhang Ye has always been the type of person who doesn't really care about other people's worries. If there is anything he can solve by himself, he will solve it. He doesn't have to worry about it. People can't do it now, they're dizzy, dizzy, and numb, and they can't help them. Zhang Ye was also afraid of pain. He usually looked at him as a foolish and bold person. There was nothing he didn't dare to say or anything he didn't dare to do? In fact, as soon as this guy sees the doctor, his legs are weak, and he definitely doesn't want to go to the hospital for an infusion and injection unless he has to, so he can bear it for a while.

Suddenly, the door was knocked from outside.

No, to be precise, it was photographed a little.

Zhang Ye hung up the phone again, looked over, "Who is it? The door isn't locked."

As soon as it opened, a pretty petite figure pushed the door open with difficulty, rubbed in through the crack of the door, and looked at Zhang Ye on the bed with a blank expression, "Zhang Ye, you are at home."

Zhang Ye immediately saw his relatives, "Oh, it's Chenchen, why are you here?"

Chenchen said indifferently: "My aunt watched the news and asked me to come and see if you were at home."

Zhang Ye immediately covered his head, "It's so good, hurry up, hurry up and call my landlord auntie buddy if you're going to die, let the landlord auntie come over and help me."

Chenchen snorted and made a condition: "Then you have to do my winter vacation homework for me.

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Zhang Ye glared at her, "This immoral child, go and call someone for Uncle Zhang"

"Then you agreed." Chenchen then turned around and left.

Zhang Ye didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. Suddenly, another phone call came. This time the call was from his parents' house. After hesitating for a long time, he answered.

"Son," the mother's eager voice said, "Are you hurt? Really hurt?"

Zhang Ye, who had just called himself to die, was now full of energy again, "Hey, Mom, who said I'm hurt?" Over there, the door opened again, and the figure of Rao Aimin walked in, and Chenchen was also behind. He followed, holding a first aid kit in his arms. Zhang Ye didn't care about talking to Rao Aimin and the others. He had to comfort his mother and father first. He said, "I'm fine, nothing at all."

Mom doesn't believe it, "but the news says it all"

Zhang Ye smacked his lips, "Oh, don't listen to the nonsense from the media and the Internet, it's all fake news."

Maybe it's hands-free over there, and my aunt's voice came, "Could this be fake?"

Zhang Ye said: "Yes, it's all fake, and no matter how bad it is, it's an exaggeration. The media just likes this kind of thing, how else can they attract everyone's attention and attention? Hey, do you guys feel hurt when you hear my voice? I'm about to go out for a run and exercise. In fact, just now, just a few children took a few eggs, cabbage leaves, and threw them away a few times. What kind of harm can this cause? You don't know my nickname is Jagged Tough Guy, so don't worry, don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

After a long while, Zhang Ye wiped his sweat and hung up the phone, finally fooling around.

Then, Zhang Ye looked at the figure of the landlord's aunt, his tears were about to fall, "My dear, my dear, you are here, help me, my head hurts, I'm dying."

Chenchen: "..."

Rao Aimin squinted at him, "Aren't you a tough guy?"

Zhang Ye cried out miserably, "What am I being iron-blooded about? My little body will be shattered at the touch of a button, so you don't know it."

Rao Aimin sat down on the bed, "What did I just read on the Internet? Didn't you shout righteously that you recommend Xuanyuan with your blood?"

Zhang Ye said apologetically, "I'm bragging, I'm bragging, you still see Xuanyuan? Dude, you almost saw the King of Hell, you just hit a rock on your forehead and I don't believe you're fine.

Chenchen interjected: "My aunt's chin can break a brick, what is a stone?"

right

Forgot that Rao Aimin is a "martial arts master"

I mean, your mom can't chat anymore

Rao Aimin's poisonous mouth has never been corrected, "If you don't have that diamond, don't take on that porcelain work, and your physical fitness is still swollen and fat? You dare to stand and let people smash it? You have to move China to go. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood? It's quite warm-hearted, last time I threw you off the bed lightly, and you screamed like killing a pig, is it useful for you to brag about it?"

Zhang Ye hummed and didn't speak. He looked like he was about to die. He looked weak. People who didn't know looked at him and thought he was going to die in the next second. Before, in the community, in front of the masses, in front of reporters, or on the Internet after returning home, in front of friends and family, Zhang Ye always stood firm and dignified. Anyone who asked would say that he was fine. Now there are no outsiders. The next time he saw Rao Aimin, who would order Chinese medicine, Zhang Ye immediately revealed his true identity.

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere"

"Take your hands and let me see."

"You can take it easy, aunty landlord"

"Do not talk nonsense"

"Ah take it easy"

"Don't mess with me"

"No, no, no, it hurts to death"

Rao Aimin was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man, and he always said something very mean, but every time Zhang Ye had something to do, Rao Aimin never ignored him.

After checking the injuries, Rao Aimin may have some clues, "Go, go to the hospital."

As soon as Zhang Ye heard this, he immediately grabbed the head of the bed, "No, I won't leave unless I die."

Rao Aimin glanced at him, "Go to the hospital and ask the doctor to disinfect you and give you a tetanus. It'll be over soon. I don't have any tools at hand here."

Zhang Ye said categorically, "I won't go if you kill me."

Rao Aimin talked for a long time, but Zhang Ye didn't listen.

In desperation, Rao Aimin had no choice but to say, "Chenchen, medicine box."

Xiao Chenchen slowly opened the medicine box.

Rao Aimin took out a cotton swab and began to apply medicine to Zhang Ye's forehead, "My medicine is meant to reduce inflammation, and if I do some simple treatment, I can't guarantee that it will be very effective.

Zhang Ye said, "It's fine, as long as it works."

Rao Aimin curled her lips and said, "I won't let me have a good rest on the first day of the new year. I tell you, this is the last time. If you get hurt again in the future, don't look for me, I don't have time to take care of you." She turned to look at Rao Chenchen , "Chenchen, go to take a nap, I have to do my winter vacation homework at night."

Chenchen said: "I'm not sleepy."

Rao Aimin looked at her, "Then don't be like a few days ago, when you were asked to do your homework at night, you screamed to go to bed. You are not allowed to go to bed if you don't finish the first ten pages of your arithmetic homework today."

Chenchen pursed his lips and sighed, the expressions of the mothers were almost carved out of a mold, "Got it." Then they turned around and went home.

Zhang Ye was still humming, "It hurts"

Rao Aimin said lukewarmly, "Endure it."

After finishing the forehead, Rao Aimin wiped the wound on his neck again.

Zhang Ye was just grinning like that. His previous courage and integrity had disappeared from the Internet. Humans always had a strong side and a weak side.

"Miss Rao."

"Well"

"I want to eat the braised pork you made at night."

Rao Aimin was enraged, "The old lady here is trying so hard to give you medicine, but you still put a condition on it? Just order the leftovers if you don't talk nonsense, whether you like it or not."

"What leftovers?"

"Leftover dumplings."

"What kind of stuffing?"

"Egg with Leek"

"So vegetarian? Do you have any meat? Brother, this sick man, a great hero who was seriously injured for the sake of national justice, doesn't care about ordering meat?"

"Aren't you excited kid?"

"Okay, then I'll make do with it."

"Open your mouth and drink the medicine."

"What medicine?"

"Anti-inflammatories."

"I won't drink it if it's too bitter."

"If you stop talking nonsense and throw you on the bed, no one will care about you, open your mouth, take medicine, and drink water"

Rao Aimin had already taken the water and medicine, and helped him sit up.

"...Oh." Zhang Ye took the medicine obediently.

After the sand pain at the beginning, Zhang Ye felt better and better. Someone came to take care of him, and he felt very at ease. Zhang Ye always kept away from the stinky mouth of the landlord's aunt, but Rao Aimin took good care of him. Whether it's a person or a person, Zhang Ye is very relieved. Knowing that this is a very virtuous and well-rounded eldest sister, now he doesn't have to think about or worry about anything. As soon as he goes there, someone will apply medicine, pour tea, pour water and cook. Feeling, not to mention how comfortable, a drowsiness also struck.

Zhang Ye glanced at Rao Aimin who was sitting beside his head, blinked, then lifted his head lazily and a bit roguely, moved his head, and the old god lay on the ground unceremoniously until Rao Aimin was full of elasticity. On the thigh, snoring, her head was pressed, and the fleshy feeling suddenly squeezed from her white bodybuilding pants to her face, and the heat on the thigh was clearly felt.

Rao Aimin's voice pressed down from above his head, "Have you made an inch?"

Zhang Ye closed his eyes in delight, "The pillow is uncomfortable. It's too soft. I'll lie on your lap for a while." This fellow was taking advantage of the injury.