The war reporters took many photos of Chinese students. According to the rules, they could not directly take the front of the students from various countries. Therefore, Ye Jian did not have a frontal photo of the pile of photos in his hand, not even a very clear side view, and they did all of them. Blur processing.
"These photos are very commemorative, especially this one..." A war reporter from the Man-Fil Army pointed to the photo that Ye Jian was looking at, and smiled: "This photo is surprisingly similar to a piece of history. I have learned. The history of your two countries, when I pressed the shutter, I thought you would like this photo."
She is a female journalist, about thirty years old. She speaks very calmly. Just listening to her speak can feel that she is a very qualified female war reporter.
Ye Jian collected all the photos neatly and smiled politely, "I really like it, thank you, Joey."
"Oh, God, you know my name." Joey's eyes widened in surprise, showing an incredible expression. She is black, and the whole facial expression is very exaggerated when her eyes widened. Then, she smiled happily. , "It's really exciting, I didn't expect you to remember my name."
She was very happy. She habitually touched the camera hanging on her chest while she was talking. Because Ye Jian knew her name, she even spoke a lot of intimacy, "Oh, I almost forgot, I think you need this."
He took out a small brown-black vial from his pocket and pointed at Ye Jian's injured nail: "You should take care of it here, you can't just leave it like that."
The kindness of the war reporters made Ye Jian’s mouth bend slightly. The nail was the injury she suffered when she got under the wheel to retrieve the national flag yesterday. After the medical treatment, she was not relieved. This injury is nothing to her. .
Ye Jian, who took the iodine, smiled and thanked him, and said: "It's a lot better. I think I can grow new nails in a week at most."
The fingernails were opened. Considering today's game, the military doctor did not dial them down, but bandaged them with gauze. In today's game, Ye Jian felt that the gauze was affecting the flexibility of his fingers, so he took the gauze and let the war reporters see it.
Joey said very seriously: "Although this is a minor injury that you don't need to mention at all, but now that the game is over, you don’t need to care about the flexibility of your fingers, which will affect the game. I think you can go to the game again. Bandaging will prevent infection and will allow the wound to heal faster."
Although the fingers did not bleed any more, the entire fingertips were glowing black and blue, and they looked quite horrible.
Joyful that the Chinese students remembered her name, Joey was very enthusiastic and offered to take Ye Jian to find a military doctor. Ye Jian did not refuse. The competition has ended. She was in a state of mental tension for seven consecutive days. She also wanted to take the opportunity right now. Take a walk, let me breathe.
The military doctors have their own independent tents. Joey has a very good relationship with several military doctors. People have already greeted them before they even go in.
When Ye Jian approached the tent, he saw Makiko Fujino, a student from the Japanese island nation, accompanied by Matsumoto Michiko. When they saw Ye Jian coming in, their stereotyped expressions suddenly became a little colder.
Ye Jian, the Chinese student they most want to see!
Matsumoto Michiko walked slightly to one side, blocking Fujino Maki well, and owed her body slightly to Ye Jian with great politeness.
She took the initiative to say hello politely, and Ye Jian also smiled and leaned.