Chapter 84: Get out of the way!

After finishing the two-day monthly exam, Xu Sirui immediately retreated into his shell and refused to go to school no matter how much the head teacher tried to persuade him.

Zhu Yingning did not persuade him, and even avoided him because she had been doing bad things without telling him these two days - Zhou Tianqing planned to visit Zhou Tianlan in prison, and she had to find a chance to give the letter to her.

Around Sunday noon, Zhou Tianqing thoughtfully visited the department store where she worked and found a nearby restaurant to treat her to a meal. She didn't ask about Xu Sirui's situation, simply asking how she'd been doing recently, whether she was getting along, and whether she could call her anytime if she had any difficulties. She had a pleasant voice with a slight broadcast accent, spoke at a steady pace, and wore a sweet, friendly smile. Zhu Yingning was so captivated by her that after lunch, she didn't even notice when two bulging red envelopes appeared in her schoolbag.

I wanted to run back and return it to Zhou Tianqing, but he had already driven away.

According to Zhu Yingning's personality, she would not only not use this pocket money, but would also find another opportunity to return it to Zhou Tianqing later. However, Zhou Tianqing seemed to have predicted that she would not use it. She called her that night and said that the money was to thank her for tutoring Xu Sirui.

"If it weren't for you, he probably wouldn't even have gone to the exam this time. Consider this money as his tuition and your hard work. Yingning, if you don't accept it, you're making things difficult for me and deliberately making me feel guilty. I don't care! I won't be able to sleep at night from now on."

Her coquettish and naughty appearance was completely different from the gentle big sister appearance she had at noon. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and had no choice but to accept it.

Zhou Tianqing was generous, giving her two thousand right away. Zhu Yingning opened the bills and counted them. The more she counted, the more her heart began to beat uncomfortably. But calling back now to say no felt so sloppy and clingy that it was disgusting. She sighed and kept a thousand to buy Xu Sirui a gift for his birthday. That way, the money would go back to Zhou Tianqing's family. She sent the remaining thousand back to her hometown in the mountains.

After the weekend, when she went to school on Monday, she first went to ask Xu Sirui's homeroom teacher about his grades. The teacher handed her the ranking list, and she saw that it ranked 63rd in the class. She felt relieved, thanked him, and left.

When I returned to my class, morning reading was about to begin, and the student leading the reading was standing on the podium, trying helplessly to maintain discipline.

Because they were going to get their grades today, the class was agitated. Even though the teacher, who was leading the reading, was exhausted from shouting at the podium, few students took out their textbooks. Instead, everyone chatted with the desks in front and behind them, and the classroom was buzzing like a swarm of bees. Zheng Zekai even took a basketball he'd found somewhere and practiced shooting against the back wall.

In the past, Zhu Yingning would have stepped in to take care of this mess, but she wasn't the class monitor anymore, so she could only sit in her seat and flip through her textbook in vain. As for Zou Hao, he had left the class and gone to the teacher's office to inquire about their grades in advance, so he wasn't in class.

The sound of reading aloud began to rise from other classes, but only their class was still in chaos. The patrolling dean walked over, furious. He walked in from the front door, banged on the door with his knuckles, and asked loudly: "What's going on?! What's wrong with your class?! Is it still early for reading? Do you have any respect for discipline? Be quiet!"

Only then did the situation die down.

Everyone lowered their heads, trying to avoid eye contact with the dean, lest they become targets. Only Zheng Zekai, in the back row, was still fearlessly dribbling his basketball. The sound of the basketball hitting the ground, a thud, ...

"You! The tall guy at the back, you're still taking pictures?!" The dean was so angry that his voice changed. He pointed at Zheng Zekai and said, "Give me the basketball!"

Zheng Zekai clicked his tongue impatiently and estimated the distance between him and the director—diagonally, it was far. Too lazy to go over and give it to her, he simply raised the basketball, aimed it in the director's direction, and tossed it over.

The classmates all looked up, as if watching a missile across the sky, and stared in amazement as the basketball flew through the air in the classroom.

The head teacher standing at the front door had his eyes wide open and his mouth opened wide enough to swallow a whale.

Just when everyone thought the basketball would fall into the arms of the dean of studies in a strange arc, creating a classic scene that would be passed down through the ages by future students, the basketball hit the fan on the classroom ceiling, clanged, and got stuck between the fan blades.

Several months have passed since the fan was turned on in the summer. No one has cleaned the dust accumulated on the fan. When it was hit by the basketball, the dust fell down like a heavy snow, and all fell on Shao Yanjun who was unfortunately sitting under the fan.

Her carefully styled dark brown curls instantly turned into an ombré gray.

“…”

In the suffocating silence, Shao Yanjun collapsed and screamed.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden incidents that occurred one after another, and they all trembled at the sound. Zhu Yingning, who was sitting next to Shao Yanjun, was also frightened by her scream. Just as he was confused, he suddenly heard the sound of loose screws mixed in with the screams. Following the sound, he saw that it was the fan above Shao Yanjun's head - the screws that fixed the fan were loosened after being hit by the basketball, and the entire fan and the basketball on the fan began to shake.

"Be careful!" Her heart was in her throat. She shouted and subconsciously reached out to grab Shao Yanjun.

When a person is angry, his body is harder than stone. This pull failed to pull Shao Yanjun over, but only pulled her upper body over, while her lower body remained sitting in the original position.

Then there was a dull thud, and the electric fan above their heads fell down completely, crashing onto their desks with a loud bang. The ground shook, and the desks were smashed open, along with countless pieces of wall paint that fell off.

Zhu Yingning squeezed her eyes shut, her face pelted by the crackling wall paint and dust. For a long time, she couldn't open her eyes or breathe. By the time the paint had completely peeled off, the classroom was in complete chaos. Students within three meters of the fan screamed and jumped away. The center of the classroom had become a vast, galaxy. On one side of the river were the front row of students huddled at the podium, on the other, the back row of students huddled at the back of the classroom. She and Shao Yanjun were like two lone boats floating in the galaxy.

She reached out to brush away the wall dust on her face, and then shook off the debris on her head. She looked at Shao Yanjun who was leaning against her side and asked, "Are you okay?"

Shao Yanjun stared at her blankly, his pupils dilated, and said mechanically: "No, I don't know, I feel hot on my legs..."

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her legs. Not only did they see the students, but even the dean was almost pissing himself.

Shao Yanjun's right leg was bleeding.

When the fan blade fell, it scratched her thigh. The wound was not big and not long, but the special dark red color of the blood still made Zhu Yingning's heart sink.

This is a cut into the vein.

The dean of studies immediately pushed aside the students and rushed over. He wanted to help Shao Yanjun but didn't dare. He asked repeatedly, "How do you feel? Are you okay? Can you hold on, classmate?" He quickly urged the boys around him, "Who can come and help take this female classmate to the school hospital? A boy, a man, quickly!" He lowered his head to find his mobile phone and immediately dialed the duty phone number of the school hospital.

The scene was too chaotic. Although there were boys around, they all looked at each other and did not dare to move Shao Yanjun for fear of causing secondary injuries.

Zhu Yingning looked at her wound, which was still bleeding. Fearing excessive blood loss, she reached out and untied the scarf from Shao Yanjun's neck, wrapped it around her thigh a few times, tightened it, and tied a knot.

Shao Yanjun was terrified. The usually quiet man turned into a super chatterbox, chattering to her non-stop: "No, why isn't it hurting? Am I dying... Wow! You tied it so tight! Are you strangling me? Oh, no, no... It's starting to hurt now, my legs hurt so much, help!"

Zhu Yingning ignored her, turned around and patted Dai Yize's arm with the back of her hand, saying, "Come here and take her to the school hospital, quickly."

"Yes, let's do as this female student says first." The director called the school doctor at the school hospital to inform them of the situation, while also focusing on directing the scene.

When Dai Yize was called by her, he was stunned at first, then he involuntarily followed her words and squeezed to the front of the crowd, reached under Shao Yanjun and tried to pick her up.

The first attempt was unsuccessful.

Everyone thought it was just a mistake caused by Dai Yize being too nervous, so they didn't urge him. They just watched him nervously, holding their breath.

However, the second and third attempts...

After trying several times to lift Shao Yanjun up but failing, and instead exhausting himself so much that his face turned red, everyone fell silent.

Fearing death and self-doubt about her weight, Shao Yanjun burst into tears, reaching out to tug at Dai Yize's hair, pulling it in all directions, as if she wouldn't let him go. Dai Yize grumbled, "Auntie, how much do you weigh? Are you a pig?" He continued to push, his face flushed and his neck thick from the pain and effort.

Zhu Yingning, who was watching from the side, became furious. He reached out and pushed Dai Yize aside, shouting, "Get out of the way!"

The word "get out of the way" was short and powerful, and coupled with the movements of her hands, Dai Yize was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by her, weak and helpless, with a look of horror on his face.

Zhu Yingning stepped forward, and without saying a word, he picked up Shao Yanjun and turned around to run towards the school hospital. His speed was not fast, but his steps were calm. The dean of studies who was on the phone forgot to continue talking when he saw this.

"Fuck."

Zheng Zekai knew he had gotten into trouble, and had been hiding in a corner, afraid that others would notice him. However, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but swear in shock.

The crowd automatically made way for her, and many students formed a long line behind her. Several students stepped forward to help steady Shao Yanjun. Other classes doing morning reading outside heard the noises from their class, and students kept popping their heads out of the windows or the front and back doors, watching and shouting with great interest.

In the boring and tedious student life, with countless homework and exams, any unusual change will arouse everyone's excitement and curiosity. No matter it is a good thing or a bad thing, as long as it is not a common thing, it can become an interesting thing.

Amidst the noises of joy or worry, the legend of a girl carrying another girl as a princess is being created.