The next day.
On the day of Tsinghua University's anniversary, traffic control was implemented at several intersections around the Tsinghua campus.
Except for the buses that pick up and drop off guests from major universities, other types of transportation such as cars are not allowed to enter.
Of course, if Qiao Nian took Ye Wangchuan's Phaeton with the arrogant Beijing license plate, she would definitely be able to get in.
But in the morning, Gu San asked if he wanted to send her off.
Qiao Nian refused.
She only carried a shoulder bag, wore a thick-knit fur collar sweater with a sportswear-like jacket on the outside, and walked slowly towards the Tsinghua University campus in black Converse.
She looks really young and dresses very low-key. If it weren't for her outstanding temperament and face, no one would associate her with "God Qiao".
However, Qiao Nian's clear aura was really eye-catching. Some students from Tsinghua University could only walk through the controlled intersection to go to school. When they met her, several people peeked in her direction.
"That girl looks so familiar."
"I see that every fucking beauty looks familiar to you, and there are beauties you're not familiar with?"
"Fuck, no. That's not what I meant. Don't you think she looks familiar? Have you seen her somewhere before?"
Another person, who should be the boy’s roommate, mocked him rudely: “Where is it? You’ve seen it in your dream.”
The boy holding the basketball was so angry that he wanted to kick him, his face flushed: "Fuck you... Seriously, don't you think she looks like a human being?"
A few of them were visiting the neighboring school and had just returned from a basketball game. They were all buddies who lived in the same dormitory floor.
The quarrel just now was because the boys have a good relationship and were just complaining about each other.
Everyone saw that he was serious and repeatedly emphasized the word "familiar". They were about to see what was so familiar about the "school girl" walking in front of them.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
A speeding truck suddenly broke through the railings specially set up for traffic control and rushed towards them.
The car was clearly out of control.
The car is going very fast.
Several older boys were so frightened that they dropped their belongings on the ground. Their minds went blank. As they pulled each other to avoid the danger, someone shouted with a trembling voice, "Car—be careful!"
Because they had noticed that the car seemed to be rushing towards them, but it seemed that it was going to hit the girl walking in front.
If the car hits her at this speed, the girl will be half-crippled if not dead!
This is the area where traffic is controlled.
No one expected that a large truck would suddenly come over, no one was mentally prepared, and there was no warning.
That girl is almost dead!
At the critical moment, the red figure between the people flashed across the ground and narrowly avoided the large truck that was heading straight towards them.
At the same time, the truck also crashed into a building on the sidewalk, with the front of the truck embedded in the wall and emitting thick white smoke.
The driver inside was dead as soon as he saw it.
A huge collision sound was heard here, attracting the traffic police in charge of traffic control to move quickly over here. Some were calling for help, some were calling for an ambulance, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Only the girl who had just rolled dangerously under the car and almost escaped death, supported herself with her left arm, slowly sat up, and frowned slightly.
The few Tsinghua University boys who were closest to her hurried over to check on her. One of them reached out his hand to pull her up: "Classmate, are you okay?"
They noticed the girl holding her left arm with her right hand, their faces changed slightly, and they asked anxiously: "Is your hand injured? Do you want to call 120?" (End of this chapter)