Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One - A Sober Fall

Tu Mi stretched out her arm and exerted force, revealing her healthy biceps, and said weakly, "How can I possibly carry Senior Feng?"

Yue Shuiying's eyes swept over Tu Mi's arm and then over his face, her weak and helpless expression almost breaking down.

No, Tu Mi is serious.

Seeing that Tu Mi was determined not to change her mind, Yue Shuiying had no choice but to ask someone else for help.

"Senior Jin........."

Before Yue Shuiying could finish speaking, Jin Sesan quickly interrupted, "Stop! Yue Shuiying, have you forgotten whose side you are? You actually want me to help Feng Jia?!"

Yue Shuiying could only shift her target again, "Senior Ye."

Ye Tianzhu clenched his fist, coughed twice, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, I accidentally injured my arm yesterday, so I'm afraid I can't help you."

Tu Mi looked at Ye Tianzhu, who was putting on an act. Ye Tianzhu had been standing next to Feng Jia just now, and he was the one who ran the fastest when Feng Jia fell down.

Yue Shuiying's expression stiffened, but she still waved her hands repeatedly, "It's alright, it's alright."

He knew that asking Jin Sesan and Ye Tianzhu for help was hopeless, so he could only turn his attention to Tu Mi. "Tu Mi, please."

Tu Mi glanced at everyone present. As Jin Se San's underling, he would never care about Feng Jia's life or death. However, Feng Jia was a candidate for the Feng family, and it would be bad if something happened to him here.

Helpless, Tu Mi could only personally take Feng Jia to the infirmary.

Seeing Tu Mi nod in agreement, Yue Shuiying was so happy she almost cried. "Thank you, Tu Mi, you are such a kind person."

Jin Se looked at Tu Mi with a bad expression. How could my little brother help someone else, especially that idiot Feng Jia?

Tu Mi still explained to Jin Se San, "Brother Jin, it's not good that something happened to Feng Jia here."

Hearing this, Jin Sesan's expression improved. It wasn't that Jin Sesan didn't understand, but seeing Tu Mi help Feng Jia made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Yue Shuiying helped Tu Mi carry Feng Jia on her back, repeatedly saying, "Thank you..."

In the end, it was Tu Mi and Yue Shui Ying who took Feng Jia to the infirmary.

Of course, basketball can't be played anymore.

Tu Mi swayed Feng Jia on her back. He looked quite thin, so why did he weigh as much as a pig?

Tu Mi looked around and saw no one. She turned around and saw Yue Shuiying, who was far behind her, seemingly lost in thought.

"Moonlight Reflection in Water".

Tu Mi called out.

Yue Shuiying looked up blankly, "Ah, ah, what's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Yue Shuiying paused for a moment, looking at Tu Mi with a questioning gaze, only to find that Tu Mi's expression was natural, as if she had asked casually. He blushed slightly and said, "I was thinking... Tu Mi is a very nice person."

Tu Mi smiled and said, "Really? Many people say I'm a good person."

As she spoke, Tu Mi vigorously bounced Feng Jia, lifting it back up from where it was about to slip off.

"Tu deserves the praise from others."

"I think Yue's personality is quite good."

Yue Shuiying blinked. "Why would Tu-tongxue say that?"

Tu Mi originally wanted to say, "You can happily move between Jin Se and the other two..."

But before she could finish speaking, Tu Mi changed her mind. "I remember when I first met Yue, she accidentally hurt my hand, but she insisted on going to the infirmary. At that time, I thought Yue was a patient and responsible person."

Yue Shuiying blushed, her eyes welling up with tears, "Does Tu really think so?"

"of course."

Tu Mi indeed thought so. Back then, Yue Shuiying was indeed very good, but... let's forget about it now. There are quite a few suspicious things about Yue Shuiying.

Yue Shuiying secretly observed Tu Mi and found that his expression was natural, without any of the flattery that people usually show in conversation. Tears welled up in his eyes again, and his expression darkened the next second.

"pain....."

When Tu Mi heard the voice behind her, she simply tilted her head slightly and then bounced Feng Jia on her back.

Feng Jia was about to cry out in surprise, but after seeing what was in front of him clearly, he swallowed the sound. If he cried out, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Feng Jia looked at the round, hairy back of her head, "Tu Mi?"

Yue Shuiying noticed that Feng Jia had woken up and immediately stepped forward to ask, "Senior Feng, how are you?"

Feng Jia shifted his gaze to Yue Shuiying, his expression changing from calm to alluring. "Little Yueyue, are you worried about me?"

The next second, a clear and bright male voice interrupted: "Awake? If you're awake, get off my back."

Feng Jia looked at Tu Mi's profile, then at the road leading to the infirmary, and his expression changed. "Ouch, little Yueyue, it hurts..."

Yue Shuiying was very perceptive and immediately asked with concern, "Where does it hurt?"

Tu Mi wasn't buying it. "Can you walk?"

Yue Shuiying hesitated, "We should be able to leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jia interrupted him, saying decisively, "No."

Is it really impossible?

Tu Mi wondered, was Feng Jia's injury to the cerebellum or the cerebral cortex?

"Did you damage your cerebellum?"

Feng Jia wrapped his arms around Tu Mi's neck and squinted comfortably. What a joke, his brain wasn't injured. "No."

Tu Mi asserted, "Then you have a cerebral cortex injury!"

Feng Jia frowned, about to say something, when he heard laughter from the side. Turning his head, he saw Yue Shuiying covering her mouth with her hand and laughing, her eyes sparkling.

Feng Jia felt his charm had been diminished and planned to get off Tu Mi's back, but then he thought that since he had already said it, Tu Mi should carry him even more. With that in mind, Feng Jia naturally lay on Tu Mi's back, and even carefully brushed Tu Mi's long curly hair to the sides to avoid pressing down on Tu Mi's hair.

Tu Mi gripped Feng Jia's thighs tightly with both hands, feeling a little impatient. Oh well, he was going to carry Feng Jia to the infirmary anyway.

Feng Jia gently swung his legs and whispered in Tu Mi's ear, "Be gentle~"

Tu Mi shuddered at Feng Jia's antics and threatened in a low voice, "If you swing around again, I'll throw you in the trash can!"

Feng Jia's eyes narrowed, staring intently at Tu Mi's profile, and he chuckled shamelessly.

Once Yue Shuiying withdrew her gaze from elsewhere, the two settled down.

For the rest of the journey, Feng Jia obediently lay on Tu Mi's back, gently inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her hair. The fragrance had an indescribable pleasantness; if one had to describe it, it was like... the scent of withered and decaying roses.