The boy silently returned to the ground and walked out with the crowd. His aura was cold and solemn, and many students felt his pressure, their steps inexplicably slowing down. Some couldn't bear it and even fell down.
The classmate who was with him quickly reached out to support him: "Are you alright? Let's go, let's go!"
“Yan Chiyu…”
The boy lowered his head, looking at the jade-like hand covering his wrist, and slowly raised his head. The girl exerted a slight force with her wrist, pulling Yan Chiyu out of the moving crowd.
"Song Wenzhi and the others will be alright, they definitely will. Trust me." Amidst the surrounding chaos, Wu Yue's gentle, cool voice reached his ears with unparalleled clarity.
The boy clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. "I believe you."
The rain poured down from the sky, helping the firefighters extinguish the fierce fire in Zone A. At the same time, this rain fell into the hearts of the teachers and students of Shuangyi.
*Smack*
Listen, something has been lost.
After the heavy rain, the fire was brought under control, and the students trapped inside were rescued. However, some students were left there forever. As the charred bodies were carried out of the school, the onlookers were all shocked. Even the hardest-hearted people shed tears, their vision blurred, and their noses stung with tears.
Just wait a little longer; once tomorrow is over, they'll be able to enjoy their long summer vacation.
Just wait a little longer...
"Waaaaah... Waaaaah!!"
The low sobs turned into wailing, and the sorrow settled under the overcast sky, dissipating with the wind, farther and farther away.
This year is unusual; Shuangyi High School canceled its final exams. Summer vacation started a day early, but no one is happy about it.
The white wind glided slowly forward against the gray sky, occasionally pausing to let out a mournful sound.
Yan Chiyu and others waited at the main entrance, behind the cordon. They saw Que Guanghuai and Qian Bolun emerge, supporting each other, followed closely by Song Wenzhi, who appeared alone with the help of firefighters, hobbling along with his sprained ankle. Zhou Yunwei, petite as she was, nestled in the arms of another firefighter.
Yan Chiyu withdrew his gaze, turned around, and left.
Wu Yue watched the boy's aloof figure as he left, remaining rooted to the spot without moving.
[Aaaaaah, God of War, hurry and catch up!]
[Yanmei needs comforting right now, sob sob sob]
I felt incredibly upset after reading this.
[Please, God of War, follow me!]
Qian Bolun was considered one of the more insightful among their group. Upon seeing Wu Yue, he handed Que Guanghuai over to the nurse and ran over, his face covered in soot and grime: "Wu Yue, that game last time, was it related to you?"
The girl remained expressionless, but asked in a surprised tone, "What do you mean? Why do you ask that?"
“In our Qian family’s library, there are some ancient books about the Wu family that have been passed down from ancient times. Also, once, I saw you use a very special ability. Before the game started that day, you seemed to sense something, which is why you gave us a bottle of medicine, right?” To this day, that bottle of medicine is still in his pocket.
This morning, his mouth felt a little dry, so he wanted to chew on something. He reached into his pocket and found some candy. A few minutes after swallowing it, he felt much better. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the small cut on his arm from the night before, which had healed instantly.
Que Guanghuai initially thought it was his imagination, probably because he hadn't slept well last night. After calming down, he examined it several times and confirmed that the wound on his arm was indeed gone.
"Hmm." Wu Yue lowered her eyes.
"Thank you." The boy raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I already know what our prizes are for."
He paused, then extended his hand, indicating, "I hope we can still be good friends."
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