Chapter 83: Injured (Part One)
High school study life is more tense than junior high school, and evening self-study is also indispensable. In junior high school, teachers will teach classes during evening self-study; in high school, evening self-study allows for free arrangement of time to do homework and read books, the school stipulates until 9:30, usually Qiao Anyu Liang and Gu Siqian will study together until after 10 o'clock before going back.
That night, Gu Siqi didn't feel well and skipped the evening self-study session, so Qiao Anyu was left to walk back to the dorm alone. At 10:30, Qiao Anyu walked back to the dorm with her backpack on. The dorm wasn't far from school, but she had to take a small alleyway that was dimly lit and had few passersby. Although it was safer for two girls to walk together, walking alone wasn't so scary either, since there were people coming and going at the entrance of the alley. As the weather was getting colder and it was already 10:30, with not many people on the road, Qiao Anyu suddenly felt a little scared in her heart tonight, as if every nook and cranny hid all sorts of monsters and ghosts that could jump out to scare her at any moment.
As soon as Qiao Anyu turned into the alley, she felt like someone was following her. Fear made her suddenly turn around, and she found a person who had been following her for two years - Shu Zimo. In the second year of junior high school, he would often "pass by" her house, but after entering senior high school, except for coming to find fault with her homework during evening self-study sessions, he never followed her again at night after school was dismissed. At first, she really wasn't used to it for a while, but because there was a Gu Sichen accompanying her, she quickly threw off the feeling of not being used to it.
As soon as she saw Shu Zimo, she felt her heart settle down.
He was usually a happy-go-lucky slacker, but tonight he was different. His face was cold and stern, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. She stopped in her tracks, and so did he, not looking at her but instead glancing around nervously, as if hiding something, his behavior extremely suspicious.
"Shu Zimo, don't tell me you 'accidentally' passed by my dorm building again?" Qiao Anyu didn't plan on being polite to him.
"Is the road repaired by your family? Can you walk and I can't? My legs are mine, I love to go wherever I want, do I need you to care about it?" This tone sounds familiar, didn't he say the same thing in his second year of junior high school? It's really true that a leopard cannot change its spots, even the words he says are so unoriginal.
Qiao Anyu looked down at his feet and smiled: "Hey, your feet are still quite loyal to their master..." Just as she was about to continue teasing Shu Zimo, she suddenly noticed that his hand was tightly pressed on a certain place on the left side of his thigh. From that place, a thick line extended downwards, which could be mistaken for the design of the pants if one didn't look closely. The right pant leg did not have this thick line. She was not close to him, and the dim light shining on his back made it impossible to see his expression or what exactly the line on his left thigh was.
She crept up to him as if she had caught wind of the iron smell of blood, trying to pry open his hand covering his thigh. He didn't expect her to get close to him and took several steps back, saying viciously: "Don't mess with me, I'll shout for harassment!"
The more he didn't let her know, the more suspicious it was. Without saying a word, she forcibly pried open his hand and couldn't help but be shocked.
He had a long gash about 10cm on the left thigh, with blood seeping out continuously. The wound was clearly inflicted by a sharp object, and the trousers were neatly cut open at the injured area. The thick line was actually the scar from the slash. His left hand, which he had been covering his thigh with, was also completely covered in blood, both fresh and congealed, all mixed together.
She took a deep breath, and the bloody scene before her eyes made her want to scream, but the words that came out of her mouth were: "Shu Zimo, are you stupid or an idiot? You've lost so much blood and instead of going to the hospital, you come here. Are you trying to be a revolutionary martyr, have me collect your body, and write about your heroic deeds on your tombstone?" She then turned to call 120 at the small convenience store by the alley entrance.
"Where are you going?" Shu Zimo stopped her with his blood-stained hand.
"Call 120! Am I supposed to just stand by and watch you die in front of me? Who doesn't know that our grudge is as deep as the sea, with ample motive for the crime? I don't want to be like Dou E and take the blame for someone else." Qiao Anyu was still not polite in this situation.
This woman, has she watched too many police and bandit movies? Not only is she not flustered, but she also spoke a long string of nonsense like firecrackers. Shouldn't a normal girl let out a loud "ah" and then gently help him bandage his wound? Isn't that how it's written in martial arts novels? How did it become so different when it happened to her?
The gap between ideals and reality is just so big.
