Everyone got on the bus one after another. When they got to Gong Suhe and Lin Qi, the car in front was just full.

So they got to the back car and sat in the front row.

The students were noisy behind him. Gong Suhe sat by the window and looked out.

Then she saw Zhai Xingchen in the line.

In the early morning sun, the joints of his hand holding the suitcase gradually turned white with strength.

Even if Gong Suhe didn't see any of his expressions and superfluous movements, she could still feel that the boy's nerves were more and more tense.

Yes, it's time to get on the bus, and Zhai Xingchen's situation is obviously impossible to get on by himself.

Therefore, he wants to expose everything he wants to cover up to others.

Sure enough, the boy in front of him had already stepped on the bus. Maybe he had been rejected because of his kindness in the classroom before, so when the boy came up, he went straight inside to find a seat.

And below, Zhai Xingchen's hand tightly clenched the box and wheelchair, his back stretched straight, and his nerves seemed to stretch to the extreme.

The whole team stopped because of him. The driver didn't turn his head. He just noticed that no one was getting on the bus, so he said impatiently, "students in the back, go on!"

Zhai Xingchen's face turned white. He put the box in his hand on the car. Then, holding himself in both hands, he tried to get on the car.

Lin Qi was sitting in the corridor. She couldn't see under the car door. She couldn't help wondering, "Gee, what happened?"

Gong Suhe put down his carry on bag, ready to stand up to help.

At this time, the driver also noticed that it was wrong, and then got up and walked over.

"Classmate, you --" the driver obviously did not expect that there would be a wheelchair student. When he saw Zhai Xingchen, he hurried over and said, "why don't you ask everyone to help you?"

After that, he twisted up the suitcase with one hand and put it on the shelf in the back. Then he quickly walked over and reached out to help Zhai Xingchen.

Gong Suhe stood in his position and clearly saw that the young man's hand on the wheelchair below was blue.

He was directly pulled into the car by the driver with armpit. The driver asked him to sit down on the ground in front of him, and then got out of the car to lift the wheelchair up.

Fortunately, the bus is relatively spacious, and the wheelchair is placed in the center, which can just pass through the middle aisle.

The driver lifted Zhai Xingchen from the ground, half hugged him in the wheelchair, and pushed him. However, he pressed the driver's hand, indicating that he could.

He hung his head, long eyelashes and gathered all his emotions, but his neck turned a little red, but his face was horribly white.

"Wait a minute." Gong Suhe suddenly opened her mouth. She pointed to her seat and Lin Qi's: "Zhai Xingchen, please sit here."

Zhai Xingchen didn't seem to expect anyone to call him. He raised his eyes and ran into Gong Suhe's sight.

There was no temperature in his eyes, and then he moved away a moment later, holding the wheelchair back without saying a word.

Gong Suhe's words seemed to give air.

Behind him, a classmate comforted Gong Suhe: "Suhe, he's like this. It seems that no classmate talks to him and he will understand! You see, the master just helped him, and he didn't say thank you. "

Smell speech, a few schoolmates also gather to come over: "return really, have never heard him to say a word, can't still dumb?"

Gong Suhe shook his head: "it's not dumb. He just said thank you. It's just a very low voice. You didn't hear it."

"Really?" The students were puzzled.

"Really, I hear you. I can hear you very well." Gongsuhe road.

In fact, she did not hear it, but she knew that the teenager was sensitive and surly just because of his self-esteem.

He's not dumb.