Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Lu Jinghe's face darkened instantly upon hearing the murmurs. He didn't want his reputation to be ruined: "I must have misunderstood something. It has nothing to do with Pianran. Qiaoqiao, I questioned you without understanding the situation."

Even at this point, they were still explaining for He Pianran, which made everyone start talking again.

"Could it be that School Heartthrob Lu likes He Pianran? I suddenly feel sorry for Jiang Qiao, her fiancé keeps speaking up for her best friend."

"Sure enough, you have to be careful of your best friend."

[Ding-dong~ System reminder: The hidden mission is 8% complete. We hope you will continue your efforts.]

Jiang Qiao: [That's it? It's already reached 8%?]

【Yes. 】

As if he had been hit where it hurt, Lu Jinghe's expression changed drastically and he quickly said to Jiang Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, don't listen to their nonsense. If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving now."

Jiang Qiao wasn't going to let him off easy. Suddenly remembering something, she smiled and said to Lu Jinghe, "Brother Jinghe, I don't blame you. It's just that I just transferred classes today, and my desk is broken. Could you help me move a new desk?"

Jiang Qiao originally planned to ask Fu Chimu for help and also to cultivate their relationship, but now she doesn't want to anymore.

Lu Jinghe is good-looking, but he's as thin as a greyhound. Class 2 is on the second floor, and the new desks and chairs are piled up on the fifth floor. Going back and forth like that will exhaust you.

Lu Jinghe had already climbed four floors to find Jiang Qiao, and he was really exhausted. He couldn't do it anymore, let alone carry a table up the stairs. He was about to refuse when Jiang Qiao interrupted him.

Jiang Qiao could see Lu Jinghe's reluctance, but she just didn't want to make things easy for him: "Brother Jinghe, if it's not okay, then forget it, but you're the only guy I'm familiar with."

At this moment, Xu Jiang, who had been watching for a while, spoke up: "If School Heartthrob Lu can't do it, Jiang Qiao, let me help you carry it!"

Jiang Qiao was overjoyed. This time, Lu Jinghe had to move even if he didn't want to, just to save face. Xu Jiang was such a sensible kid, he was a godsend.

Lu Jinghe smiled and gritted his teeth: "It's okay, Qiaoqiao, I'll help you move. If you need any help in the future, you can call me from the next class."

"Okay, I'll go with you. Let's go."

Jiang Qiao was worried that Lu Jinghe wouldn't be able to get through anything on his own, so she decided to go with him.

System: [A living devil!]

Jiang Qiao didn't seem to mind: "It's alright!"

When Lu Jinghe was carrying the table downstairs, he was clearly struggling, and Jiang Qiao watched from the side pretending not to notice.

Lu Jinghe was too embarrassed to ask Jiang Qiao, this delicate young girl, for help, so he moved forward step by step with difficulty.

At this moment, Jiang Qiao slipped and bumped directly into Lu Jinghe. Lu Jinghe was looking at the road and did not notice what was happening behind him. He was knocked down by Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao had been holding onto the table, but when she saw Lu Jinghe fall, she let go, and the table struck Lu Jinghe hard again.

"Ah!" Lu Jinghe cried out in pain, clutching his left leg.

Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes. "You got off easy," she thought. She quickly ran downstairs and helped him up, her voice trembling with tears. "Brother Jinghe, are you alright? It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to help me, you wouldn't have fallen. Brother Jinghe, sob sob sob."

With Jiang Qiao's help, Lu Jinghe's bones dislocated, and he cried out even louder. Only then did they notice that Lu Jinghe's head was bleeding.

Jiang Qiao frowned slightly: Damn it, blood is on my clothes! This is my new clothes, what a disaster! Why didn't you just fall and die? Such a scourge will live on for a thousand years.

"Qiaoqiao, I broke my bone, go and call someone quickly."

"Okay, Jinghe, wait for me."

[Ding-dong~ System reminder: The hidden mission is 18% complete. We hope you will continue your efforts.]

Jiang Qiao ran out.

Jiang Qiao: This is the third floor. Where's the toilet? I'm bursting to use it. I need to go to the toilet first.

System: [Host, is this really okay?]

Jiang Qiao: [It's a miracle this kind of scumbag isn't dead.]

After using the restroom, Jiang Qiao shook the water droplets off her hands and looked up to see Fu Chimu walking out of the chemistry office. The two looked at each other.

Jiang Qiao noticed that Fu Chimu had a particularly cold and aloof demeanor, always giving people a feeling that strangers should not approach him.

"Hi, Fu Chimu."

Fu Chimu didn't understand why this person always smiled at him. He was surrounded by a quagmire, and everyone else avoided him like the plague, but this person seemed to know nothing about it and always showed him kindness.

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes, but Fu Chimu knew perfectly well that the two of them were not from the same world, and he did not need such kindness.

Seeing that Fu Chimu didn't want to talk to her, Jiang Qiao decided to leave.

Fu Chimu suddenly asked again, "What's your name?"

His voice was deep and clear, with an indescribable magnetism.

She regretted asking Fu Chimu as soon as she did. What did it have to do with him? They wouldn't have any contact in the future anyway.

“My name is Jiang Qiao. Jiang is the Yangtze River, and Qiao is the stream with the wood radical removed. This is the first time you’ve spoken to me, and I’m very happy.”

The system expressed its disapproval: [Host, your method of flirting is truly vulgar.]

Jiang Qiao: [Don't worry about it.]

Fu Chimu was stunned for a moment. Would she be happy if he talked to her? What did she mean? The tips of his ears quickly turned red.

Jiang Qiao stared at Fu Chimu's reddened ears and leaned closer to look, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Is Fu Chimu shy?"

System: [Host, your way of flirting is really low-class.]

Jiang Qiao: [Mind your own business, you bumpkin! Just tell me if it works or not!]

System: [Don't call him a country bumpkin. He's quite fashionable in the system community. I actually think you're the one who's a country bumpkin.]

Jiang Qiao: [Get lost...]

Fu Chimu looked at Jiang Qiao who had suddenly approached, smelled the girl's sweet fragrance, and was somewhat at a loss.

He ignored Jiang Qiao and turned away.

Jiang Qiao watched the boy's departing figure and wondered to herself: I never expected that the young big shot would have such a pure heart beneath his cold exterior.

[Host, have you forgotten something?]

Jiang Qiao: [What?]

Oh right, Lu Jinghe's greyhound is still lying there, but don't worry, he won't die.

Jiang Qiao quickly squeezed out two tears and pretended to run downstairs to call for help.

……

Lu Jinghe was taken away by ambulance. He lay on the stretcher looking sickly, and Jiang Qiao thought he looked like a dead pig.

Lu Jinghe was seriously injured in this fall, suffering a broken left leg and a mild concussion.

After the surgery, because Lu Jinghe was the only son in his family, his father, fearing that something might happen to him, immediately arranged for him to be admitted to the intensive care unit.

This matter was somewhat related to Jiang Qiao, so she also went to the hospital.

Mr. and Mrs. Lu are not easy to deal with. In her previous life, the Jiang family went through so many things, and Jiang Qiao did not believe that they were completely unaware. They are truly a family of ingrates. In this life, she will make them taste what it feels like to lose a loved one.

Jiang Qiao called her mother to explain the situation.

Liang Wan told Jiang Qiao not to worry, and that she would handle anything.

Jiang Qiao could truly feel her mother's care, and she really liked this feeling of being cared for, which warmed her heart.

……

Classroom of Class Two.

When Fu Chimu returned to the classroom, his mind was still blank. He sat there staring at the math book on the table without moving.

The school bell rang, and he finally snapped out of his daze. Why hadn't she come back yet? Only then did he remember seeing blood on her clothes earlier. Was she injured?

Fu Chimu looked down at her faded clothes and smiled bitterly. Even if a rich young lady like her was injured, she would still have plenty of people fawning over her and offering their concern.

Ha, what right does someone like him have to think like that? A hint of resentment flashed in Fu Chimu's eyes.