Half past nine.
After class, the campus gradually became lively.
Students wearing military uniforms moved back and forth across the campus, carrying the demeanor of soldiers as well as the cheerfulness and openness of young people.
Xiao Lei clenched a bag of medicine tightly in one hand, while the other hand covered his lower abdomen; he limped forward, moving with difficulty.
Such an inconveniently mobile person naturally attracted the attention of many passersby.
Feeling those peculiar gazes, Xiao Lei's eyebrows knitted tightly together, his grip on the bag so strong he nearly crushed it.
Mo, Shang, Jun!
Xiao Lei was silently reciting this name in his mind; one could say he despised this person to the bone.
Damn it.
Repeatedly causing him embarrassment, every visit to the infirmary was because of her...
With this thought, Xiao Lei's eyes reddened with anger, unable to vent the raging fury in his chest.
"Xiao Lei."
