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Chapter 36 - 33. Aftermath of the battle_2

Chapter 36: 33. Aftermath of the battle_2

Dubian Che looked at his teacher with admiration, "Mr. Xiaoquan, you truly were a natural when it came to fighting."

"Quit your nonsense!" Xiaoquan Aonai scolded, then laughed, "Sometimes students fight over trivial things and it’s all over, but it turns awkward because of the teacher. This time, I won’t blame you."

"Mr. Xiaoquan, why did you fight? Was it really over a love letter? Did some hot girl’s crush confess to you, and then she gave you trouble?"

"There weren’t any hot girls! I went to high school in a small town where hot girls only existed on TV."

"Why then?"

At this point, Xiaoquan Aonai suddenly looked confused and murmured, "There were annoying people in town, but it wasn’t worth fighting... Who did I fight with, and why?"

"That’s not good, sir, you are so young, and your memory is fading?"

Xiaoquan Aonai gave Dubian Che a glare, but even when they reached the infirmary, she couldn’t remember who she had fought with or why.

Due to the nature of students, the high school’s infirmaries usually staffed female doctors, and Goda High School was no exception.

As for her figure, appearance, and attire... appearing in a school drama wouldn’t be strange at all—such was this doctor.

The above information was provided by Kunii Shuichi, and after being confirmed by Dubian Che, it could be definitively said:

It was true. Truly big.

"Miyuki." Xiaoquan Aonai greeted.

Miyazaki Mieko, wearing a white lab coat, looked up, "Aonai, what’s wrong?"

"A student was helping me move things and got hit in the face."

"Let me take a look at him first." Miyazaki Mieko put down what she was holding.

"Thank you, Mr. Miyazaki." Dubian Che thanked him with a smile.

Miyazaki Mieko paused, then said to Xiaoquan Aonai, "Is this the kid Akiko said was very handsome, likes Aonai, and wants to be a Tokyo hunk?"

"Liking Aonai is unnecessary."

"The kid is unnecessary."

Both teacher and student spoke at the same time, making Miyazaki Mieko laugh even more.

"You are Dubian, right?"

"Yes." This time Dubian Che did not smile.

"Do you like your Mr. Xiaoquan?"

"Miyuki!"

Dubian Che said, "I like him the most."

"Hahaha!"

Miyazaki Mieko laughed joyfully then remembered there was still a student in the sickbed, hastily closed her mouth, and softly summoned Dubian Che to come over.

She checked Dubian Che’s face.

"This was from fighting, right? It’s quite a serious injury," Miyazaki Mieko said in an all-knowing tone.

Dubian Che gave a thumbs up, "Professional."

Miyazaki Mieko said to Xiaoquan Aonai, "I don’t really recommend such a mischievous hottie; this kid might already have several girlfriends."

"You and Akiko conspired, didn’t you!" Xiaoquan Aonai had enough of her friend’s teasing.

Miyazaki Mieko smiled contentedly, then turned to Dubian Che, "Didn’t hurt your teeth, eyes, or nose, go home and apply some ice, switch to a warm compress tomorrow, and you’ll be fine in a few days."

"Thank you Mr. Miyazaki. Mr. Xiaoquan, I’ll go back to studying now."

"If it hurts, I can help you take a leave. Go home early today," Xiaoquan Aonai said.

Dubian Che resolutely refused, "No, my goal this time is at least to be second in the entire school. I need to study hard."

Other than his face, his body hurt even more, but the more it did, the more Dubian Che insisted on continuing.

Maybe one day, his body would hurt just as much, and he would still have to defeat the remaining men of Jiutiao Meijie.

It was a rare opportunity, perfect for getting used to this level of pain.

The more Xiaoquan Aonai watched Dubian Che, the more she liked him.

Coming from a slightly better background, a small town, although there was no Starbucks, there were at least vending machines along the roads.

Because of their similar backgrounds, she greatly understood the hardships of Dubian Che coming to Tokyo alone to study.

"Keep it up, but don’t wear yourself out," she encouraged softly.

"Okay."

Dubian Che left the medical office, sighing deeply.

To prevent Xiaoquan Aonai and Miyazaki Miyuki from paying too much attention to his injury, he tried to crack jokes to distract them, successfully keeping them from checking the rest of his body.

He looked at the lemon tea and cola in his hand and slowly headed towards the club building, step by step.

The trip to the medical office not only made him walk a lot more but also turned his cold cola into room temperature—a total loss.

From the medical office left ajar, he could faintly hear Miyazaki Miyuki laughing at his jokes about Xiaoquan Aonai.

Finally, when he made it back to the Human Observation Department clubroom, Jiutiao Meijie was surprisingly there.

She had surrounded herself with piles of manga, but she tossed each one aside after flipping through no more than two pages.

"I’m back," Dubian Che spoke as he closed the door.

No one responded to him.

Dubian Che placed the lemon tea in front of Kiyono Lin, who was reading Natsuki Shosetsu.

"Thank you," Kiyono Lin put down the book as if she just noticed him, "Where have you been?"

Dubian Che honestly answered, "I got into a fight."

"Did you win or lose?"

"Would I be back here if I had lost?" Dubian Che replied irritably.

"Sorry," he immediately apologized, "I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, especially since you helped me."

"It’s okay," Kiyono Lin sipped the lemon tea and returned to her book, "My tolerance is as wide as the Seto Inland Sea, I forgive your immaturity."

...

As Dubian Che observed Kiyono Lin’s chest, which was as flat as the Kantou Plains, imagining it as expansive as the Seto Inland Sea, Jiutiao Meijie’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Are you saying you can talk to Miss Jiutiao with that tone?"

"Of course not," he quickly replied.

Forget it, forget it, the future grandiose Dubian Che can’t afford to offend anyone right now.

He glanced at the luxurious large fridge in the corner, "Miss Jiutiao, may I use some of your ice cubes?"

"You’re under my employ, no need to be polite."

"Under... your employ?"

"Hmm? Weren’t you interviewing for the bodyguard position just now?" Jiutiao Meijie put down her manga, "Are you messing with me?"

"...How is the salary calculated?" Since they were enemies, Dubian Che didn’t want to work for free.

Jiutiao Meijie didn’t speak, only switching the position of her long legs.

Dubian Che didn’t understand her meaning.

Surely, she wouldn’t use worn long socks as payment, would she? What does she take him for? Don’t underestimate people!

But he dared not ask to confirm nor express his dislike for long socks.

’I admit you’re stronger right now.’

Dubian Che sneakily glanced at Jiutiao Meijie’s long legs beneath her pleated skirt.

He then took ice from the fridge, wrapped it in the sleeve of his school jacket, and gently pressed it against the side of his face where he had been punched.

Opening his calculus workbook, he took out a 0.5 mm mechanical pencil and observed the two: one reading a literary classic, the other rapidly flipping through manga.

"Don’t you guys study?"

"That level of knowledge, the brain’s lacking if it doesn’t understand it before the teacher explains, and it’s worse if it doesn’t understand it after the explanation."

"That level of knowledge, any humans who can’t naturally grasp it with age should be weeded out."

Good, they were just venting, not provoking him—because of the ice, Dubian Che was rational.

’I’ve decided, I’m going to be first in this midterm exam!’

Dubian Che ignored the outside world, focusing solely on his scholarly texts.

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