Chapter 265 The Pseudo-Student's Black Moonlight Goddess 15

At this moment, the student recording the results glanced back and forth between Zhuang Yan and Xin Zeming, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He then asked the referee, "Teacher, who's first?"

The referee's gaze lingered on Xin Zeming for a moment, and then he announced in a calm voice, "Number seven is first."

After hearing the referee's words, Shen Xinran frowned slightly, because number seven was Xin Zeming's number. She said with a hint of doubt: "Teacher, you must have seen it wrong!"

The teacher's eyes turned stern, and he asked, "Am I the referee or are you? How could I be wrong?"

Xin Zeming was nervous. He remembered that Zhuang Yan and he crossed the finish line almost neck and neck. But thinking of the bet with Zhuang Yan and the coach's instructions, he chose to keep silent.

Shen Xinran was not intimidated by the referee's momentum. She calmly took out her phone and said, "This is the video I just recorded."

After she finished speaking, Shen Xinran played the video she had just recorded, which clearly showed Zhuang Yanxian crossing the finish line one step ahead of Xin Zeming.

The referee's face darkened, and he threatened Shen Xinran with an authoritative voice: "You are a student, who allowed you to bring a cell phone!"

Shen Xinran looked directly at the referee and said confidently, "Our class teacher said that we can bring cell phones during the sports meet."

The referee had no choice but to compromise and re-announce: "Number five is first."

But thinking that Xin Zeming, a sports student who had received two years of training, actually lost to others, he glared at Xin Zeming.

Shen Xinran smiled triumphantly. She turned to Zhuang Yan and whispered, "Look, you're first."

Zhuang Yan nodded, but his smile seemed extremely weak. "Hold me up, then. I might faint."

The boy's voice grew weaker and weaker, and before he could finish his sentence, he fell towards Shen Xinran. This made Shen Xinran's eyes widen, and he quickly reached out to support Zhuang Yan's body, and his head naturally rested on Shen Xinran's neck.

Shen Xinran glanced at Zhuang Yan, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. How could there be such a male protagonist? In order to win a game, he actually ran himself to the point of fainting. How strong is his competitive spirit!

After Shen Xinran carried Zhuang Yan lightly on his back, he walked towards the infirmary.

Although Zhuang Yan was half conscious, he could still feel Shen Xinran's body temperature and firm steps with his weak sense of touch. He was shocked to realize that Shen Xinran had not been joking when he said he could carry him.

A male classmate couldn't bear to see Shen Xinran, a 1.65-meter-tall girl, carrying Zhuang Yan, a 1.80-meter-tall boy, on his back. He walked over and said, "Can you do it? Or let me do it!"

Shen Xinran subconsciously waved his hand, "No need."

After she finished speaking, she remembered that she was a cute girl in school. She smiled shyly again and said, "Oh, you should come."

The infirmary was right next to the school gate. The doctor inside was a young woman. She briefly inquired about the situation, quickly checked Zhuang Yan's condition, and then said casually, "It's nothing serious, just exhausted. Just a bottle of glucose will be fine."

After she finished speaking, she skillfully hung glucose on Zhuang Yan, then turned around and went about her own business.

Shen Xinran was the only one left in the infirmary. She could only sit quietly on another bed, staring at Zhuang Yan in a daze.

Zhuang Yan's pale skin, a sign of long-term malnutrition, is heartbreaking. But his delicate features, high nose bridge, and soft, fluffy hair also reveal a unique handsomeness.

Time passed by minute by minute, Zhuang Yan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing this, Shen Xinran jumped off the bed in surprise, his voice full of concern: "You're awake!"

Zhuang Yan's voice was a little hoarse. "Thank you."

Shen Xinran smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Zhuang Yan stared at Chen Xinran intently and asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Shen Xinran was slightly stunned, but soon regained his smile and said in a relaxed tone: "Because we are friends!"

The female doctor came in with a medical record in her hand. Seeing Zhuang Yan wake up, she made a casual joke: "You finally woke up. Your girlfriend has been waiting for you for a long time."

Shen Xinran's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly explained: "You misunderstood, I'm not his girlfriend."

But the doctor obviously didn't believe it and jokingly said, "I'm from your era too. He's not your boyfriend, so why have you been waiting for him here for so long?"

Shen Xinran sighed helplessly and stopped arguing.

Zhuang Yan lay on the hospital bed without saying a word, but his smiling eyes were always staring at Chen Xinran, his eyes full of tenderness.

After Zhuang Yan finished the glucose infusion, he could leave. When he got out of bed, Shen Xinran asked him, "Do you need me to support you?"

Zhuang Yan wanted to refuse, but then he thought of something and agreed happily, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Zhuang Yan slowly got out of bed and leaned lightly on Shen Xinran's shoulder. He didn't ask Shen Xinran to exert too much strength, so that in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them looked more like they were holding hands.

The two returned to the classroom, and Xin Zeming was sitting in his seat. Seeing Shen Xinran supporting Zhuang Yan as they entered, the flames of jealousy burned fiercely in his chest. "You're good at choosing someone to support!"

He rolled his eyes, walked to Shen Xinran's side, and said weakly, "Oh, my head is starting to feel dizzy too."

After saying that, he deliberately fell towards Shen Xinran.

Before Shen Xinran could react, Zhuang Yan pulled him back a step, and she watched Xin Zeming fall heavily to the ground.

Xin Zeming raised his head, looked at Zhuang Yan with a glare, and roared, "You must have done this on purpose!"

Zhuang Yan looked down at Xin Zeming and said innocently, "What are you saying? I don't understand."

"You poor boy from the slums, I'm going to beat you to death!" Xin Zeming roared, stood up and rushed towards Zhuang Yan.

But as soon as his hand touched Zhuang Yan, he fell backwards.

Before Xin Zeming could react, he saw Zhuang Yan lying on the ground. He asked him, "So what if I'm poor? I don't steal or rob. Does being poor mean I can be bullied by you?"

Xin Zeming answered subconsciously: "Yes, because being poor is a sin!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. Those students who also came from poor backgrounds lowered their heads, their faces turning pale in an instant.

Even Shen Xinran couldn't help but frown and said seriously: "Xin Zeming, don't you think what you said now is too much?"

Xin Zeming quickly explained: "Zixiao, I'm not talking about you. How can you be the same as these people who can only rely on financial support for their studies?"

Shen Xinran shook her head, her voice tinged with coldness. "Do you think you're rich? In the eyes of truly wealthy people, what's the difference between you and them?"