Those who can wait for ten years to avenge national and family hatred are gentlemen, and those with a large heart like premiers can tolerate a lot. But Zhao Jiadi is a narrow - minded commoner. He always strikes back immediately when slapped in the face. So after he slapped twice resoundingly, he walked out of the Russian - language classroom cleanly. A girl couldn't help but softly sigh that this handsome guy who came and went in a hurry without taking a cloud was really cool.
After walking out of the classroom, Zhao Jiadi felt that he also had the air of a great swordsman who could kill within ten steps and leave without a trace for a thousand li. However, thinking that he finally met a girl he liked, but unexpectedly failed before he even started, he felt a bit sad. So he squatted in the corridor outside the washroom and lit a cigarette. Anyway, during class, no one would disturb this tough guy smoking. Even if he was really caught by a teacher, he probably wouldn't be glared at or scolded in college. He was smoking a Yuxi cigarette that is not very common outside Yunnan Province. The price is similar to that of Soft China, but the taste is a bit stronger. Zhao Jiadi had never had a good impression of Chinese cigarettes. But Comrade Ma Xiaotiao was rather fond of them and often shared them with the three pseudo - smokers in the dormitory. Zhao Jiadi occasionally took one, mostly when they watched porn movies together for fun.
Just after taking the first puff of the Yuxi cigarette, Zhao Baliang saw the beautiful Mu Hongli rush out. The look of resentment on her face was really heart - breaking. Especially when she found Zhao Baliang, she floated towards him. She looked as if Zhao Baliang had cheated an innocent girl's feelings. Bewildered, Zhao Jiadi continued to smoke, preparing to face a storm. He had no problem with the lecturer who had some real talent. On the contrary, he had a lot of resentment towards Mu Hongli. He thought that after all, he was an ambitious young man who had gone to great lengths to come to her classroom. He neither caused her trouble nor made her lose face. He didn't even ask her to elope with him. She wasn't even willing to give him a symbolic hand when he was in trouble. It was really unkind. With complaints in his heart, Zhao Jiadi didn't have a good expression and smoked on his own.
"Zhao Jiadi!" Mu Hongli called out softly. For some reason, she had rushed out in a fit of pique, wanting to condemn him. But when she actually saw the culprit, she lost her confidence, which made her a bit embarrassed. In fact, she didn't know Zhao Jiadi's real name.
Zhao Jiadi ignored her.
Mu Hongli called out again stubbornly.
Zhao Jiadi was still smoking, looking very arrogant.Mu Hongli turned around and left. Zhao Jiadi didn't react. After slowly finishing smoking the cigarette, Mu Hongli had already walked around the corner. Zhao Jiadi, who got up patting his butt, muttered to himself, "A waste of time."
The girl was still the same one, still as attractive as ever in terms of appearance, charm, and allure. However, somehow she no longer appealed to Zhao Jiadi. When it came to choosing a girl, Zhao Jiadi had always seemed not to be picky. But in fact, he required that her face, figure, skin, temper, and temperament should all be at least passable. With so many "passable" requirements combined, it was far from being casual. Besides, he didn't want those who were too delicate, too eye - catching, too insensitive, with a severe princess syndrome, or just overly showy. Poor Zhao Jiadi, whose taste had been made so demanding by Wang Banjin and his child bride - to - be, was still a pure - as - driven - snow virgin.
Zhao Jiadi actually didn't dislike Mu Hongli. More often than not, he was just self - mocking. In this extremely materialistic and philistine society, even many old people come out to make a living by blackmailing good - hearted people. So who would be willing to help a stranger who doesn't seem relevant? Mu Hongli ignored him in class. Zhao Jiadi felt as if he had fallen into a turbulent stream. She didn't pull him ashore. But when he got to the big river later, Zhao Jiadi was still swimming merrily. He could swim the dog - paddle or breaststroke as he liked, and might even show off some fancy moves like the white - crane - spreading - wings pose. In the end, he reversed everyone's impression with a whole blackboard of neat and beautiful Russian paragraphs. Ultimately, Zhao Jiadi thought that he just didn't have enough self - restraint. The two characters "control anger" that Zhao Sanjin spent 4.5 million on from some reclusive master, Zhao Jiadi felt that in terms of forbearance, that nouveau riche with the gold necklace was indeed several levels higher than him. There was no use in denying it. He was planning to say goodbye to this teaching building, Shanghai International Studies University, and of course, that troublesome Mu Hongli. But when he got to the entrance of the teaching building, he found Mu Hongli squatting and covering her stomach, sitting in the corner of the stairs. If Zhao Jiadi hadn't been busy looking for a trash can to throw away his cigarette butt, he really wouldn't have noticed her. Looking at her back trembling slightly, it seemed that the situation was not good. When Zhao Jiadi was a child and dreamed of being a great hero, he always thought about helping those in distress whenever he saw injustice. He often wandered around on the streets, especially choosing small alleys. But unfortunately, he never met a girl who needed to be rescued by a hero. After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Jiadi still walked over. Standing beside Mu Hongli, he took a look and found her face as pale as a sheet and covered with sweat. Although Zhao Jiadi could be narrow - minded, he would never use mean tricks like hitting someone when they're down on a girl. So he immediately squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Mu Hongli struggled to raise her head. When she saw that it was Zhao Jiadi, she forced a smile that was more haggard than a crying face and shook her head, insisting, "I'm fine."
"Why don't you go to the infirmary?" Zhao Jiadi frowned and said.
"I'll be fine after a rest." Mu Hongli said with her head down. She didn't have any extra strength to talk. It was an old problem, but this time it was a bit more severe. She did want to go to the infirmary, but she didn't have the chance at all. The stabbing pain in her lower abdomen was like being pricked by needles. Not crying out was already her limit. But for this particular woman's problem, how could she be so embarrassed as to ask for help? So she just squatted on the stairs, hoping to get better or waiting for a girl to pass by. However, luck was not on her side. Instead of subsiding, the pain became more and more irresistible.
"Get on. I'll carry you on my back. I'll run, and you don't need to talk much. Just tell me left or right at the forks." Zhao Jiadi's explosive power in the execution part was shown all of a sudden. He squatted on the lower step and presented his back to Mu Hongli.
By some strange coincidence, by a quirk of fate, and for no particular reason, Mu Hongli didn't refuse. Maybe it was because the pain had almost numbed her, not allowing her to be reserved anymore. Or perhaps the appearance and expression of this unassuming boy were too innocent. She leaned forward and naturally leaned on Zhao Jiadi's back. She didn't have much feeling. In a semi - fainting state, she only vaguely felt that it was a slightly unexpectedly broad and warm back.
Without another word, Zhao Jiadi started running. He was fast, but the undulation of his body was very slight. This required physical strength as well as technique support, just like a wild cat in the deep mountain and old forest. A charming blush appeared on Mu Hongli's sickly pale face, just like a red carp in the vast expanse of snow suddenly leaping out of the ice - covered river surface, bouncing around, restless and shy. During menstruation, some frail women always experience sudden pangs of pain. It's far from being fatal, and the degree of relief varies from person to person. Lying on Zhao Jiadi's strong yet not stiff back, Mu Hongli, perhaps because there was a warm support on her lower abdomen, was miraculously relieved of much of the pain. Her voice guiding Zhao Jiadi was no longer so panicked and weak. She rested her head on the shoulder of this guy whom she had only met twice, not thinking wildly, only feeling that it was really good to be alive, and it was really good to be free from pain. As for whose hand she would hold, that was something far in the future.
Zhao Jiadi only focused on running with all his might. This kind of situation was not strange to him. Having studied in schools outside Caofeidian for more than ten years, he had obtained everything that a good student should get through hard work. He had also tasted the bitter fruits of being a naughty and wild child. Especially during junior high school, for the sake of superficial loyalty and bravado, he often fought with the group of Sparrow and Leopard against senior students or even hooligans in society. They even had real and violent fights with weapons. Machetes, the standard 32 - centimeter ones with thick blades, were purchased through special channels and then sharpened by themselves. With one slash, it didn't take much strength to cut through the skin and reach the bone. He had carried Peacock to the hospital, and Leopard had also carried him to the hospital. They were like a bunch of stray dogs. Those were impulsive years that were green yet blood - red. Only this time, Mu Hongli, who he thought was "getting what she deserved", was on his back.
When they arrived at the infirmary, Mu Hongli didn't need to be transferred to a large hospital outside the school. Relieved, Zhao Jiadi sat in the corridor outside the door waiting for news, fearing that something might go wrong. He took out a cigarette but didn't dare to smoke it for fear of being driven out. So he just sat on the chair, lost in thought. This scene today reminded him not of the domineering yet sunny youth with Sparrow and Tiger, but of that snowy night years ago. A reckless guy got into a fierce fight with a group of little rich kids living under the shadow of the imperial city. Then he was carried on the back by a sister with no blood relation, crying all the way. It felt like an eternity as she carried him to the hospital emergency room. At that time, he was half - conscious and seemed to be able to hear her wailing and crying heart - rendingly outside the operating room. How many years had passed since then? Back then, she with two ponytails had changed from a flat - chested girl to a curvaceous woman as she grew up. Now she was almost beautiful enough to cause chaos.