Chapter 82 Exercise

After taking a look at Luo Wen in front of him, Ji Lan withdrew his hand and smiled, but said nothing.

He just raised his head and looked accurately at Lu Yanjing in the stands.

When their eyes met, Lu Yanjing frowned slightly, but the smile on Ji Lan's lips deepened.

"Sorry, I almost forgot, this guy is in the same group with A Jing."

Ji Lan picked up the cigarette butt from his mouth with his index and middle fingers, raised his hands towards Luo Wen in front of him, and made a perfunctory gesture of surrender.

His expression was as arrogant as ever, without the slightest apology.

After saying this, Ji Lan turned around and walked down the stage without even looking at the person on the ground.

Luo Wen reached out his hand and wanted to help Lin Zhiheng up from the ground, but because the other party was seriously injured, he withdrew his hand and called the medical robot over.

On this side, Ji Lan walked straight to Nan Zhiyan and looked down at the person in front of him.

But Nan Zhiyan didn't look at Ji Lan, and obviously, he had no intention of paying any attention to Ji Lan.

"Angry?"

Seeing that Nan Zhiyan didn't even look at him, Ji Lan asked in a low voice, and the joy in his heart just now disappeared by half.

"You should smile at me. Maybe I'll let him go once I'm in a better mood."

Subconsciously ignoring the strange discomfort in his heart, Ji Lan said something half-jokingly.

But his eyes were fixed on Nan Zhiyan, like some kind of beast craving for prey.

As to whether he was really joking, only Ji Lan himself knew best.

"I'm not angry, Master Xi Suo, you worry too much."

Hearing Ji Lan's increasingly outrageous words, Nan Zhiyan turned his head and replied indifferently.

Nan Zhiyan rarely gets angry, as anger is an emotion that can easily make people lose their rationality.

The education Nan Zhiyan received at the Ulraf Manor was to learn to hide and restrain all his emotions.

Although it can be traced back to earlier, it can be traced back to her good father, who taught her the first lesson when she came to this world: anger is the most useless thing in this world.

"Ji Lan, you'd better shut up."

Before Ji Lan could continue speaking, Ji Xun stepped forward from the side and stood in front of Nan Zhiyan, looking at Ji Lan warningly.

She didn't know what was wrong with Ji Lan recently, but A Yan was the one she liked, and even Ji Lan couldn't snatch him from her.

After taking a look at Ji Xun who had a gloomy face in front of him, Ji Lan finally said nothing.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and Ji Lan walked out of the training ground with his hands in his pockets.

Nan Zhiyan looked at Ji Lan's back, and then his eyes fell on the cigarette butt in front of him.

This time, Ji Lan did not smoke before the competition started.

This doesn't seem like anything noteworthy, but that's what makes it even stranger.

It seemed as if no one had ever noticed what ingredients were used in this cigarette designed specially for Ji Lan.

Because of the other person's identity, it seems natural to be different.

Lin Zhiheng was eventually sent to the public school's medical room, where he received the best treatment.

So he woke up quickly. When the teacher in the medical room opened the door, he saw Lin Zhiheng who had already sat up.

"You'd better not move now."

The teacher in the medical room used to work at the Imperial Medical Center. She was an older woman named Yolanda.

"I'm sorry, Sensei, I can't afford the infirmary."

Yes, the public school clinic also charges money, because the seemingly kind old man in front of you was once the head of the medical center.

The public school spent a lot of money to hire this old man.

But few people know this. After all, most people would not choose to come to the medical room even if they are injured.

The nobles would choose to go home for treatment, while the lowest-ranking E-level students, unable to afford the expensive fees, would either choose cheaper robots or carry the disease themselves.

"Don't be sorry. Miss Taran has already paid for you."

Yolanda shook her head, walked to Lin Zhiheng, and took a look at the instruments beside her.

He looked at the multiple fractures on Lin Zhiheng's body again, and sighed, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"I heard that the one who hurt you was the child from Hisoka's family?"

"Yes."

Lin Zhiheng hadn't yet reacted to Nan Zhiyan's words that he had paid for his medical bills, and he still subconsciously answered Yolanda's question.

But he did not struggle anymore and lay back obediently. His originally silent heart could not help but become excited again.

It was Ayan who paid for his medical expenses.

But thinking that Nan Zhiyan might have done this for Lu Yanjing, Lin Zhiheng's eyes, which had just brightened, dimmed again.

"Hey... that child..."

Yolanda seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and just sighed continuously.

Finally, after instructing Lin Zhiheng to have a good rest, Yolanda walked out of the ward again.

Lin Zhiheng was thinking about Nan Zhiyan and didn't notice Yolanda's abnormality.

The time for the military exercise came quickly. Nan Zhiyan stood on the training ground and looked down at his terminal.

When I come back, there should be results.

Thinking casually, Nan Zhiyan looked up casually and saw Lin Zhiheng appearing intact on the training ground.

I felt a little relieved, it seemed that Lin Zhiheng was well taken care of in the medical room.

At this time, all kinds of war aircraft stopped steadily in front of everyone.

This time, Lu Yanjing was not in the same group with Nan Zhiyan, so the two were a little far apart.

But at this moment, the three people who were supposed to be in the same group were not paying attention to each other, but they all looked at Nan Zhiyan who was not far away.

The combat uniforms worn in military exercises are black, made of temperature-changing heat-insulating material, and have a certain degree of bulletproof capability.

But even this monotonous combat uniform looks particularly good on Nan Zhiyan.

At least Luo Xin thinks so.

After looking for an unknown amount of time, his vision darkened. Luo Xin looked up in dissatisfaction, and saw Lu Yanjing blocking her gaze from Nan Zhiyan, and walking towards Nan Zhiyan with his back to them.

What bad luck!

The moment Luo Xin saw the list, she secretly thought that something was not right. Now that she really saw Lu Yanjing, she could hardly suppress the disgust in her heart.

There was even a hint of jealousy that Luo Xin herself wasn't even aware of.

How could such a person be liked by Senior Nan?

Unlike Luo Xin's disgust, Lin Zhiheng on the side felt a little envious and inferior.

To her, only someone like him could be worthy of her, not a useless person like him who could do nothing.

"Protect yourself."

When Lu Yanjing stopped in front of Nan Zhiyan, Nan Zhiyan was frowning as he looked at the message on his wrist terminal.

After hearing the voice coming from above his head, Nan Zhiyan put away the panel and looked up at Lu Yanjing.

"I know, Master."

Nan Zhiyan paused for a moment before replying.

After saying this, Lu Yanjing looked at Nan Zhiyan for a long while.

Just when Nan Zhiyan thought that Lu Yanjing wanted to explain something more, the other party turned around and walked back, as if he came here just to say this.