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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nHe Jiayu carried Su Xiaomo to the infirmary.

nShe woke up shortly after passing out and found herself lying in He Jiayu’s arms with her cheek against his chest.

nThe teenager was walking steadily with her in his arms. The breeze brushed past him, stirring up a few strands of long hair. With a little sniff, she could smell his clean and refreshing fragrance.

nSu Xiaomo made her decision right away: close her eyes and play dead!

nOMG! She was in his arms! Her calloused heart was softened and bubbled over again!

nCarrying Su Xiaomo into the infirmary, He Jiayu filled the school doctor in with a frown. The doctor then checked Su Xiaomo, keeping her suspicions to herself. What was going on today? Was malingering the trend now? Did they think she had nothing better to do?!

nHowever, at the sight of the gentle and polite He Jiayu, all her complaints melted away immediately. She smiled at him amiably. “How about I give her a glucose IV?”

nHe Jiayu was taken aback — why was a doctor asking for his opinion?

nSu Xiaomo stopped feigning and bolted up right away, shouting, “I’m fine! I’m awake! I’m really awake!”

n“Gosh—” Shocked, the doctor almost fell to the ground. She then wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “That was really frightening!”

nHe Jiayu narrowed his eyes and looked searchingly at Su Xiaomo.

nSu Xiaomo felt his eyes on her and forced a smile while rubbing her hands together awkwardly.

nHe hadn’t found out, had he… hmm, but injections and IVs were about the only things that terrified her in this world!

nHe Jiayu shifted his stare a moment later and sighed. “Good. You’re alright. Get some rest here. Do you want to eat anything? I can buy you some.”

nSu Xiaomo shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, that’s fine. Oh, and, sorry…”

nShe was a smart girl and naturally realized that He Jiayu had figured out everything.

nHe Jiayu gave her a smile. “That’s ok.”

nDespite the smile, Su Xiaomo felt a chill.

nIt wasn’t that he found it okay. He simply didn’t care.

nIt dawned on her right away. The mildest and gentlest people must be wearing masks themselves.

nA mask that would make him seem amiable toward everyone, but would stop anyone from entering his world.

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nThe next day.

nWith her school bag on her back, An Xiaxia hummed a little tune as she arrived at school with Su Xiaomo and Kang Jian.

nWalking into the classroom, they found that everyone was talking about some sports meet. An Xiaxia asked around and only found out then that Qixia’s autumn sports meet was drawing near.

nKang Jian was the class commissary in charge of sports and he went around with a form for the students to fill in. When it was An Xiaxia’s turn, he puckered up his face. “Xiaxia, what can you enter?”

nWith everyone else, his question was what they wanted to participate in, but with An Xiaxia…

nSince they had grown up together, he knew perfectly well how hopeless An Xiaxia was at sports.

nIt just so happened that An Xiaxia was mysteriously confident over her ability in sports. After reading through the form, she smacked her desk. “I’m going for the shot put!”

nSheng Yize darted her a surprised look while Qi Yanxi laughed at her mercilessly.

n“With that tiny strength of yours, what else can you do apart from bite people? The shot put? Getting shot is more like it!”

nAn Xiaxia was hurt and glared at him. “You loser! Leave me alone!”

nSpeechless, Qi Yanxi gave the desk a loud kick and a hush fell over the class. No one dared make a sound.

nThey almost wanted to put up An Xiaxia’s photo and worship it with incense sticks!

nWhy wasn’t she afraid of this devil?

n“Hmph! Like I want to talk to you at all!” Qi Yanxi pursed his lips.

nAn Xiaxia almost flipped her desk over. “I dare you to enter the shot put yourself!”

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