Qiao Qingshu listened to Gu Zhiqi's response, then suddenly frowned, "Are you injured anywhere else on your body?"
"No." Gu Zhiqi shook her head.
Still not convinced, Qiao Qingshu scrutinized her from head to toe.
Seeing that she apparently had no other injuries, Qiao Qingshu finally relaxed a bit.
The three of them walked into the classroom together, and the originally noisy classroom suddenly quieted down.
Mainly because, although it was pleasing to see the three together, it was somewhat odd.
The always solitary Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe, how come they suddenly joined Gu Zhiqi?
It must be a coincidence, right?
However, it turned out it was not a coincidence.
Under the gaze of a few people, the usually standoffish Lu Xingzhe ran back to his seat, grabbed an ointment, and walked to Gu Zhiqi's desk, placing it on her table, "This one works well, use this."
