The traffic police were not from Tsinghua University, and they didn’t pay much attention to the news, but Qiao Nian was the injured in this accident, and it was in line with their rules to ask for some information about the progress of the investigation, so they agreed: “Okay.”
"You really don't want to go to the hospital? Your hand..."
Qiao Nian shook her left hand, and blood splashed on the floor. She acted as if she didn't see it, and said calmly, "No, I know what's going on."
The traffic police couldn't do anything to her: "Okay."
His colleague happened to come over, and the traffic police were busy dealing with the accident scene and evacuating the onlookers...
Qiao Nian picked up his things and prepared to go to the school anniversary first.
She hadn't taken two steps when her cell phone rang.
She picked up the phone.
It’s Jiang Li.
"I'm at Tsinghua University, why haven't you come yet?"
"I encountered something on the road, I'll be there right away." Qiao Nian couldn't hear any surprise in his tone, as if nothing had happened.
Only she herself knew how badly her left shoulder was scratched. The sweater on the injured area went from warm and sticky at the beginning to cold when the wind blew, and the coldness was painful. It must be because the whole piece of flesh was scratched that this effect occurred...
Qiao Nian was always good at enduring pain, and this time was no exception. He said to Jiang Li as if nothing had happened, "I'm outside the school now. I'm hanging up now."
"Do you want me to pick you up?" Jiang Li asked anxiously.
The girl raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "No need."
She hung up the phone, turned around to look at the few Tsinghua University boys who were still standing there watching her, walked up to them, and said clearly, "Please don't tell anyone about my injured hand for now."
Several people looked at each other, and then they realized what was happening and shook their heads in unison, saying, "I won't tell you." "Don't worry, we definitely won't tell you."
Qiao Nian nodded slightly and pulled down the brim of his cap. The eyes under his cap were unruly, powerful and wanton. "Thank you."
The boys felt embarrassed and wanted to send her WeChat, but they didn't have the courage. They could only watch Qiao Nian say hello to them and turn around to walk towards Tsinghua University.
Only after the people walked away did they breathe a sigh of relief.
The most excited one among them almost jumped up: "Fuck, I said she looked familiar, but you guys were all blind and insisted that I couldn't walk when I saw the beauty, or that I had seen her in a dream. But the result!! It turned out to be God Qiao!! Bear Dog Coin, die!"
He was cursing the roommate who laughed at him for having everything in his dream.
The boy he named was tall and thin. He was a bit unruly and usually had a cool and sharp tongue. At this moment, his face was flushed and his eyes were looking in the direction where the person was walking away.
"I should have asked Senior for her phone number."
"hehe."
Someone burst his dream: "Don't even think about it. Haven't you seen someone on the forum who has already revealed that Senior Sister Qiao Nian already has a boyfriend? You have no hope."
"But Senior Qiao Nian's hand is injured. Will it affect today's... school anniversary? She rarely comes to school. This time she came here probably because those foreign universities are coming to participate in our school's anniversary celebration. Her hand..."
This person's worry is not without reason.
There have been many provocations from outside schools during Tsinghua University's anniversary celebrations in the past. This time it is a rare centenary celebration, and there is no guarantee that those outside schools will not take this opportunity to cause trouble.
As students of top institutions of learning, they have some idea of how fierce the competition in the academic world is.
If Tsinghua University fails to occupy an absolute position and suppress those people after being provoked today, who knows how badly it will be criticized on Instagram.
(End of this chapter)