Chapter 18

At first, he still had doubts about what the bodyguard said, but now he really believed it.

How could he not believe it? Have you ever seen someone who could spot your dislocated shoulder blade at a glance and fix it with just one pat?

"Bro, how did you do that?"

Tang Heng couldn't help but ask, looking at Fang Qiu expectantly.

Fang Qiu didn't answer; he just patted Tang Heng on the shoulder and left with a smile.

Tang Heng looked at Fang Qiu's back and suddenly felt a sense of awe, as if he were looking up at a towering mountain.

He felt that his eighteen years of life had been wasted, with nothing to show for it except his father's wealth.

Look at Fang Qiu, mysterious and powerful.

Living like this is what makes life interesting!

He suddenly felt a strong desire to be like him.

If Tang Heng's father knew his son's thoughts at this moment, he would be extremely grateful to Fang Qiu. He had tried every method to educate his son and hoped he would become talented, but none of it was as effective as Fang Qiu's single pat.

It truly was a case of "intentionally planting flowers that don't bloom, while unintentionally planting willows that flourish"!

Fang Qiu returned to the dormitory from the cafeteria and harshly criticized the three roommates for their unrighteous behavior. In response, the three of them sourly said, "We thought you were having dinner with a beautiful girl!"

Obviously, they had seen Fang Qiu leave them to go to a group of girls.

"Am I the kind of person who would forget righteousness for beauty?"

Fang Qiu said with a righteous tone.

The three of them nodded in unison.

"And you're the kind who eats alone while forgetting righteousness for beauty!"

Fang Qiu sighed, feeling that his character had sunk to this level.

Without saying anything more, he went straight to bed to meditate and take a nap.

...

The afternoon military training was simple, just a rehearsal for the parade, with each class taking turns.

Fang Qiu and another girl in the class were chosen by the instructor to be the leaders of the formation, shouting slogans and leading Class 3 past the reviewing stand.

Leaders are usually chosen for their good looks and demeanor, and not only that, they must also have a standard military posture and a strong, powerful presence.

Since the leaders attract the majority of the attention, they must look good and have standard movements.

If the leader makes a mistake or has unstandard movements, it would be embarrassing.

Fang Qiu's performance in military training was so outstanding that, according to the instructor, it would be hard to find a soldier with such a standard military posture even in the army.

Thus, the honor of being the leader fell to Fang Qiu, who had the best performance in military training.

Class 3's position was relatively forward, and they walked through the rehearsal twice, finishing quickly, then they were free to practice on their own.

After everyone finished the rehearsal, a girl, as the student representative for military training, went up to the reviewing stand to give a speech.

As soon as the girl went up, all the boys started cheering.

Fang Qiu looked up and saw the graceful figure standing on the reviewing stand.

Jiang Miaoyu.

No wonder there was such a big commotion.

"Sir, can we take a break?"

A few boys from Class 3 urged the instructor.

Given Class 3's training level, the instructor knew they would definitely get the title of "Excellent Squad," so he didn't push them further and shouted, "Dismissed!"

"Whoosh!"

Almost all the boys ran towards the reviewing stand.

This drew the dissatisfaction of the girls.

Fang Qiu was also pulled to the reviewing stand by his three roommates, ready to admire the school beauty's speech up close.

Jiang Miaoyu held a piece of paper, stood on the reviewing stand, closed her eyes for a moment to gather her emotions, then opened her eyes and spoke clearly and brightly, "Respected leaders, instructors, teachers, and dear fellow students: Good morning, everyone!"

"Good!"

The audience responded in unison.

Jiang Miaoyu, undisturbed by the cheers, continued, "It is a great honor to represent the freshmen of Jiangjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and speak here today.

The ten-day military training is about to come to an end. Looking back on these days, whether it's the instructors who are strict on the training ground but kind off it, the teachers who follow us during the day and work hard at night, or the college leaders who manage strictly and strive for excellence, they are all working hard for our growth..."

Although Jiang Miaoyu was speaking official and formal words, the audience was captivated.

Just looking at her face was enough to make them drunk...

Not only that, the audience continuously applauded in perfect sync with her speech, making it even more impressive.

By the end of the speech, their hands were red from clapping.

Fang Qiu just watched quietly from below, not as enthusiastic as those around him.

"Little Brother, what do you think about us having a joint activity with the school beauty's dormitory?"

Sun Hao nudged Fang Qiu and suggested.

"Not a good idea."

Fang Qiu directly rejected it.

"Don't be like that! With the relationship you have with the school beauty, wouldn't it be a waste not to use this resource? I remember the girls in the school beauty's dormitory are all very pretty."

Sun Hao chuckled.

"How do you know the girls in her dormitory are pretty?"

Fang Qiu was genuinely curious.

Sun Hao looked at Fang Qiu with disdain and said, "At the party the other day, the school beauty came with her classmates, and the four of them were all very pretty."

Fang Qiu looked at the shameless Sun Hao and deeply felt that if this guy put his energy into studying, he could become a great TCM master.

While the two were arguing about whether to have a joint activity with the school beauty's dormitory, Jiang Miaoyu's speech was nearing its end.

"Military training has truly made us experience the spirit of soldiers who 'shed blood and sweat but not tears, lose skin and flesh but not fall behind,' and the spirit of collectivism. It has also made us feel the immense pride and glorious mission of being a soldier...

Finally, please allow me to express the highest respect and deepest gratitude to all the leaders, instructors, and teachers on behalf of all the students in military training!"

"Thank you, everyone!"

Jiang Miaoyu bowed deeply to the audience.

The audience applauded again.

Amidst the applause, Jiang Miaoyu smiled and walked down from the stage, but an accident happened.

She stepped on thin air.

Everyone gasped.

"Be careful!"

Although the steps were not high, falling would still be very painful.

Just as Jiang Miaoyu was about to fall, Fang Qiu's figure flashed.

No one saw what happened, but Fang Qiu was already at the bottom of the steps, catching Jiang Miaoyu.

This prevented her from falling.

"Phew—"

Everyone sighed in relief.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

As for how Fang Qiu got there, they didn't have time to question it.

At this moment, someone with sharp eyes noticed that Jiang Miaoyu was in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Qiu, holding Jiang Miaoyu, asked with concern.

"My foot is sprained."

Jiang Miaoyu said in pain.

"Sit down first!"

Fang Qiu quickly helped Jiang Miaoyu sit on the steps.

"Which foot?"

Jiang Miaoyu, biting her lip and frowning in pain, pointed to her right foot.

Without a word, Fang Qiu squatted down and rolled up her right pant leg, revealing a large, swollen area on her right ankle.

Fang Qiu gently touched the swollen area and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Miaoyu bit her lip even tighter, looking at her foot with tears in her eyes, and nodded.

Fang Qiu frowned and said, "I need to take off your shoe first, please bear with it."

Jiang Miaoyu, looking like a helpless, injured deer, nodded lightly.

Fang Qiu reached for the shoelaces of Jiang Miaoyu's shoe, moving very gently and softly.

Damn!

The goddess is injured!

The crowd around them immediately erupted.

What does it mean for the school beauty to be injured?

It means it's time for them to show their chivalry and be heroes!

They quickly offered suggestions.

"I'll go to the school hospital to find a doctor!"

One student said and ran off.

"I'll go buy some ice water!"

Another raised his hand and ran off.

"I'll go to the school hospital to find a stretcher!"

"I'll go find the leaders!"

...

The crowd was agitated, and many ran off to get help.

At this moment, Li Qingshi, the student council president, was inspecting the military training of the students in his college. He saw a group of people gathered and another group running towards the entrance of the playground.

Did something happen?

Li Qingshi quickly grabbed a student and asked, "Classmate, what's happening over there?"

"Jiang Miaoyu's foot is sprained! I'm going to buy ice water, don't block me!"

The student shook off Li Qingshi's hand and ran towards the supermarket outside the playground.

What?!

Li Qingshi's expression changed, his heart pounding.

Miaoyu is injured!

He hurriedly ran towards the reviewing stand.

By the time he squeezed through the crowd, Fang Qiu had just gently taken off Jiang Miaoyu's right shoe.

"Miaoyu, how are you? Does it hurt a lot?"

Li Qingshi quickly came to Jiang Miaoyu's side, squatting down and asking with concern.

"My foot is sprained, it hurts a bit."

Jiang Miaoyu's brows were still furrowed in pain.

"Wait a moment, I'll get someone!"

Li Qingshi was about to go out to make a call but saw Fang Qiu at the bottom of the steps, frowning.

What is he doing here?

"I need to take off your sock, it might hurt a bit, please bear with it."

Fang Qiu looked up at Jiang Miaoyu and said.

Jiang Miaoyu nodded.

Seeing this, Li Qingshi's jealousy flared up, and his frown deepened.

Why are you everywhere?

You were there when the power went out at the party!

You're here when Miaoyu sprained her foot!

Are you a ghost? Are you haunting her?

Seeing Fang Qiu reach for Jiang Miaoyu's foot, Li Qingshi felt as if his goddess was being defiled, something he couldn't tolerate!

"Classmate, don't move! What if you make Miaoyu's condition worse? Don't do more harm than good!"

Li Qingshi, acting like someone in a high position, ordered, "No one move! Wait for me, I'll get help!"

With that, he took out his phone and hurriedly left.

Can't move?

Everyone knew Li Qingshi, a campus celebrity, and as the student council president of the TCM College, he was already considered a minor official in the eyes of the freshmen.

When an official spoke, they felt it carried weight.

No one dared to move.

They looked at Fang Qiu, expecting him to stop.

But they found that he seemed to ignore Li Qingshi's order and continued to take off Jiang Miaoyu's sock, moving very gently and softly, trying his best not to aggravate the injury.

"Phew~"

Finally, he took off the sock, and Fang Qiu let out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Miaoyu looked at Fang Qiu with her beautiful eyes.

His movements were very gentle, causing her almost no pain.

It seemed he was a very careful and gentle person.

This was Jiang Miaoyu's third impression of Fang Qiu.

Before, he was talented and indifferent, and now he was also gentle and considerate.

"To treat it, I need to take off your left shoe and sock as well."

Fang Qiu looked at Jiang Miaoyu and said.

"Can you treat it?"

Jiang Miaoyu looked at Fang Qiu in surprise, then suddenly remembered how he had treated her arm in the library and was stunned.

Fang Qiu understood what Jiang Miaoyu was thinking, and they smiled at each other.

The surrounding people were puzzled by their smiles.

"These two must have something going on!"

Sun Hao in the crowd was very sure.

Fang Qiu quickly took off Jiang Miaoyu's left shoe and sock, then said solemnly, "I'm about to do something that might be inappropriate."

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