Chapter 34.1: I can’t see my deskmate being wronged.

Wen Zihui really didn’t like Lin Yujing. They were beautiful girls in the same class, and since ancient times it’s been like this between beautiful girls: either they become good friends or they become enemies.

At first Wen Zihui admired this new classmate very much, Lin Yujing even sat with Shen Juan at the beginning of school. At the same time, Wen Zihui was a little jealous.

The sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl didn’t say anything, but in her heart she was somewhat envious of the girl sitting at the same desk as the handsome guy. This handsome guy had a dark past, but most girls their age liked bad boys–and it made him a school bully, which seemed to make him more attractive.

Wen Zihui had always been the type of person who loved all kinds of activities. When school started, she ran for literary and art representative. Last year the singing competition, the Christmas party dance solo, and raising the class sign for the sports meet all went to her, so this year when Liu Fujiang talked about the sports meet, her girlfriends said that it would surely be her. 

Surprisingly, Liu Fujiang found Lin Yujing.

Wen Zihui had felt embarrassed, as though she’d been slapped in the face.

Lin Yujing refused at first but for some reason later agreed.

If you want to do it then do it, and if you don’t want to then don’t, don’t just change your mind.

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Liu Fujiang hurried over: “Where did you fall? Did you get hurt? Ouch, hurry to the school doctor’s office.”

Usually the head teacher and deputy head teacher of each class would be present at the meet, but the deputy head teacher hadn’t come yet. Liu Fujiang was the only teacher watching, so he wouldn’t be able to leave for a while. He scanned the field for Dinosaur Wang but couldn’t find him, and hurriedly said: “Don’t walk by yourself, how can you walk by yourself like this? Shen Juan, you carry her down.”

Lin Yujing raised her eyes and looked at him with her head up. The classmates around her were all watching. She didn’t want to seem too pretentious.

“No need,” Lin Yujing said, “I’ll go down by myself.”

Shen Juan paused, lowered his eyes, and asked, “Can you stand up?”

He was holding the edges of the school jacket, and it looked like he was embracing her from the front.

“Yes,” she pursed her lips, put her hand around his arm, leaned forward, and said by his ear, “Help me.”

Shen Juan had worn a white shirt under his jacket, and the part of Lin Yujing’s hand he’d just pressed left a very scary-looking bloodstain on his arm. Liu Fujiang looked at her bleeding leg and said “ouch” again.

Shen Juan fumbled behind her for the zipper of his school jacket and pulled it up with an audible “zip.” He helped her stand up and glanced down, “There are so many steps, are you going to hop down on one foot?”

Lin Yujing rested her forehead on his collarbone and relaxed, her voice weak with pain but still laughing, and said, “You will be my crutch.”

“I can still be your wheelchair,” Shen Juan said, “You don’t want it.”

The two of them talked while walking slowly to the next step. Their voices were so low that the people next to them couldn’t hear their words clearly. On the other side of the track, the runners for the men’s 100-meter race were being inspected. The sprinters from each class who’d gathered together watched Lin Yujing and Shen Juan walk past them and leave the stadium through Door 3.

It was quite a walk from the stadium to the school infirmary, and as soon as the two of them were out of sight of the others Shen Juan hooked her wrist around his neck and picked her up horizontally. “At this speed, tomorrow’s games will be done.”

Lin Yujing was no longer worried about seeming pretentious and simply put her arms around him. After walking for a while she asked abruptly, “Hey, does this count as a wheelchair? I don’t think it’s accurate.”

“Then how would it be accurate?” Shen Juan asked, pressing down on the back of the school uniform jacket that covered her lap with one hand.

Lin Yujing thought for a while: “Crane?”

“…” 

Shen Juan looked down at her. The girl huddled in his arms obediently, and although she kept talking to him as if nothing had happened, she looked listless, like a wounded little fox.

“Fine,” Shen Juan said, “then it’s a crane.”

The school infirmary was a small stand-alone house next to the dormitory. The door was unlocked, but no one was there. There were four beds inside, each separated by a white curtain.

Shen Juan put her on the bed at the far end, and Lin Yujing sat on it and looked around: “Shall we wait a while?”

Shen Juan had already pushed the medical cart by the window over, glanced at her legs, and suddenly remembered what He Songnan had said a few months ago.

Her legs are so good-looking, Master Juan.

Lin Yujing’s legs were really pretty. They were white as soft cheese, straight and slender, as beautiful as if they were hand-made. They were flawless.

It made the wound on the back of her leg look even more shocking.

Shen Juan sat at the end of the bed and lifted her ankle with one hand, pinched the heel of her shoe with the other, and removed it.

She must have scraped against the steps when she slid down; the cement had sharp edges, and there was a palm-length wound starting from her ankle bone that reached halfway up her calf. The wound was mixed with fine dust and gravel and the blood was only partially clotted, still flowing and staining her sock red.

Shen Juan took off her sock, revealing her tender foot.

Lin Yujing felt inexplicably uncomfortable and twitched her foot reflexively, but couldn’t move it. Shen Juan opened the glass bottle containing alcohol cotton without looking back at her: “Don’t move.”

She didn’t move anymore.

Lin Yujing felt that her ears were a little hot. She lifted herself from the bed with both hands and moved back a little, pressing her injured palm in the process and causing a sharp pain. 

Shen Juan pinched the tweezers again, clamping the alcohol cotton to clean the dust and grit from the wound on her leg. 

Feeling both injuries, she let out a “hiss” in pain; her toes curled up one by one, her arms softened, and her upper body fell down into the pillow behind her.

He raised his eyes: “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, I don’t feel it.” Lin Yujing tilted her head, buried it in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, “You move very skillfully.”

She was like a stubborn female warrior who would rather die than surrender.

Shen Juan nodded and wiped off a small grain of sand with alcohol cotton.

Lin Yujing hurt so much that she kept grabbing the edge of the pillow with her fingers, and even the back of her feet became stiff.

Shen Juan snorted and laughed: “Little liar.”

Edited By: ceres