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chapter Five

Just as Song Yuzhou was about to apply the medicine to me, a figure quickly walked over, grabbed Song Yuzhou's wrist, and said in a cold and impatient tone: "You half-baked guy, you're applying medicine to people?"

Song Yuzhou glanced at him sideways, trying to break free of his wrist, but the man gripped it even tighter. The man chuckled wickedly and said in a sly tone, "Not letting go? You've taken a fancy to me?"

Upon hearing this, I looked at the two of them with astonishment, as if I had discovered a new continent.

"cough……"

Gu Jinghuai coughed awkwardly, pulled Song Yuzhou back, glanced at my arm out of the corner of his eye, his brows furrowed, and I wondered what he was thinking!

"Dr. Zhao, please take a look at her."

Gu Jinghuai's voice was completely flat.

"Yes."

I looked at Dr. Zhao as he approached and coldly refused, "No need, I can manage on my own."

I efficiently disinfected the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it, taking each step with extra care and efficiency.

"Tsk, so skilled, did you learn this before?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Song Yuzhou's eyes, while a faint smile remained on his face.

"No, I'm just used to it."

After I finished bandaging him up, I looked at Song Yuzhou and said in a flat tone, "Check, please."

Song Yuzhou glanced meaningfully at Gu Jinghuai, whose face had already darkened, and replied with a smile, "Okay!"

Watching me stride away, Song Yuzhou quickly paid the bill and followed me, saying, "Wait for me."

I quickened my pace as I heard the footsteps approaching from behind.

"Nanzhi."

Suddenly, Gu Zi's voice came from behind me. I turned around instinctively and saw Gu Zi running out of the hospital, carrying a thermos in her hand.

"You wait for me."

Gu Zi ran up to me, panting, and handed me the thermos.

"Here's some porridge I just bought. Have some; you don't look well."

"No need, leave it to Song Yuan."

I had just politely declined and was about to leave when Gu Zi seemed to read my mind. She shoved the thermos into my arms and said in a deep voice, "This is something I prepared especially for you. The one for Song Yuan was from my brother..."

Gu Zi paused mid-sentence, carefully observing my reaction. Seeing that I had no expression on my face, she said cautiously, "Oh well, never mind him. We'll always be best friends anyway."

"Yes, my best friend."

No matter how many conflicts I have with Gu Jinghuai, Gu Zi and I will always be good friends, that will never change.

Are you going back to school? Want to come along?

"it is good."

I nodded in agreement, took a taxi with Gu Zi, and went to the school together.

When Song Yuzhou came out, he only saw the taxi getting smaller and smaller.

"Song Yuzhou".

Suddenly, Gu Jinghuai's voice came from behind. Meeting Song Yuzhou's smug expression, he didn't say a word and immediately threw a punch at him.

"Song Yuzhou, I'm warning you, stay away from her, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

Song Yuzhou tilted his head slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His gaze fell on Song Yuan behind him, and he sneered, "Her? Who? You mean Song Yuan? Look, isn't she right behind you?"

"Gu Jinghuai, look at yourself before you criticize others. You're two-timing, how disgusting!"

Song Yuzhou raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Brother, why are you arguing with Jinghuai again?"

"Jinghuai, are you alright?"

Song Yuan rushed over, looking at Gu Jinghuai with a worried expression.

“I argued with him, ha, you two really aren’t family, you’re not from the same family.”

"Jinghuai, my arm hurts so much."

Looking at his gloomy face, Song Yuan covered her arm and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"Shout a few more times, and the red marks on your arms will disappear in a little while."

With a nonchalant expression, Song Yuzhou finished speaking and turned to leave without paying any attention to the expressions on their faces.

Although Gu Zi and I rushed as fast as we could, we were still late. Teacher Zhang teaches math and is the strictest, but after seeing my injured arm and explaining the situation, she still let us in.

My gaze fell on the empty seat next to my deskmate. It was empty. Gu Jinghuai hadn't come, and Song Yuan's seat was also empty. I let out a heavy sigh and walked to my seat.

School days always fly by. An afternoon passed, and the seat on the right was still empty. I packed my bag, and as soon as Gu Zi and I left the classroom, I made an excuse to find a teacher and parted ways with Gu Zi.

I knocked on the homeroom teacher's office door, and the next second, the door opened, and Gu Jinghuai appeared in front of me. A hint of surprise flashed across my eyes, but I quickly looked away.

"Nanzhi has arrived, please come in."

The homeroom teacher's voice rang out. I glanced at the boy blocking the doorway and said softly, "Excuse me, could you move aside?"

After a while, Gu Jinghuai did not move. Just as I was at a loss, the man in front of me slowly turned to the side to make room for me, but as he passed by, my arm still lightly brushed against his chest.

The man's faint minty scent wafted into my nostrils, and my heart skipped a beat. I stumbled and quickly stepped inside.

"Teacher Wang, I want to..."

I stopped halfway through my sentence, my gaze intentionally or unintentionally falling on the man at the door.

Teacher Wang seemed to sense my predicament, and her gaze fell on Gu Jinghuai. She said in a gentle tone, "Does Gu have any other questions? I have some things to attend to here, so you can go back now."

"Ah."

Gu Jinghuai gave me a deep look, his eyes as dark as ink, which startled me.

After he left, I suppressed my panic, fixed my clear gaze on Teacher Wang, and said in a serious tone, "Teacher Wang, I've made up my mind. I've decided to sell the painting 'Under the Evening River'."

"Have you thought about it?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Teacher Wang's eyes.

That painting was the work that won first place in an art competition when I was in my first year of high school. It was also because of that competition that I earned my first small fortune, but that money has long been spent over the years, so I have to sell this work.

"I've made up my mind. I hope Mr. Wang can sell this artwork before my college entrance exam."

I looked completely sincere.

"I know you're short on money right now, but that painting is the culmination of your hard work. You haven't painted in so many years, isn't it because you can't create a more perfect work than this? If we sell it, are you willing to part with it?"

"It's my personal reason that I can't paint now, but I believe that in the future I can create even more perfect works. Thank you, Teacher Wang."

After discussing my ideal amount with the teacher, I left the office. But as soon as I turned the corner, I saw Gu Jinghuai leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay. His expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

Oh!

No, except for Song Yuan.

I intended to walk past him like a stranger, but as I did, my breathing unconsciously became lighter.

"Zhou Nanzhi, are you that short of money?"

The man's voice was cold and clear, and for some reason, I could faintly detect a hint of anger in it.

I paused for a moment, glanced at him sideways, and finally smiled calmly. The smile was clear and pure, without any impurities, and there was no longer any love in my eyes: "Yes, it's in short supply. If Young Master Gu likes it, you can buy it."

Of course, I was just joking. After all, he'd love to distance himself from me, so why would he buy my painting?