In the morning, Chu Muyue arrived at the classroom with a lot on her mind. She sat in her seat, lost in a daze.
To be honest, she hadn't slept well last night; she had spent the whole time thinking about that monstrously handsome man and wondering how he was doing.
She speculated that since he was a man of the state, he must have backup, right? They would go to save him, wouldn't they?
"Hmm, there should be someone to save him!" Chu Muyue muttered to herself.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yi sat in his seat, hesitating over whether to go talk to Chu Muyue. He remembered how Chu Muyue had healed the pain in his arm the day before yesterday; he hadn't even woken up in pain once when he slept last night.
He had wanted to talk to Chu Muyue yesterday, but since he had rarely spoken to her before, he felt too embarrassed to open his mouth and had dragged it out until today.
He had thought a lot last night. After all, she had helped him, and it would be truly inexcusable not to thank her.
With that, Zhang Yi stood up and walked over to Chu Muyue, but he just stood there without saying a word, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Chu Muyue felt a shadow fall over her, but there was no movement. She slowly looked up and met Zhang Yi’s conflicted face. "What’s wrong?"
Zhang Yi coughed, his face turning awkwardly red as he said, "You healed my arm the day before yesterday. Thank you!"
"Oh, that? It’s nothing, it’s what I should have done!" Chu Muyue was slightly stunned, then smiled.
"I have to thank you!" Zhang Yi said with a firm expression, then looked at Chu Muyue with curiosity. "I just didn't expect you to be so skilled. I remember you only squeezed my arm, but it was surprisingly effective!"
Chu Muyue gave a light laugh and said, "Didn't I fall off a cliff? I was saved by an old Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor. Not only did he save me, but he also taught me some techniques for treating bruises and injuries so that I could massage myself after I came back! I suppose it’s just practice makes perfect."
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Yi nodded in sudden realization.
That explained it; he had been wondering how he never knew Chu Muyue had such good techniques before.
Because of Zhang Yi’s arrival and their conversation, Chu Muyue forgot about Xiao Junyan, the man who had taken advantage of her, and instead began to tease Zhang Yi. "Otherwise, what did you think it was?"
Zhang Yi scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Nothing, nothing. If I get bumps and bruises playing basketball in the future, can I come to you?"
"Are you that eager to get hurt?" Chu Muyue asked with a helpless, joking smile.
"This... of course not. It’s just that when playing basketball and such, there are always bumps and bruises. If I get hurt, I’ll have an excuse to ask you for a massage, and I won't be afraid of you refusing!" Zhang Yi said, looking as if he were very clever.
Chu Muyue couldn't help but chuckle and nodded. "Alright!"
Zhang Yi was instantly stunned by Chu Muyue’s smile. He felt that the current Chu Muyue was worlds apart from the one before, though he couldn't find the right words to describe the feeling.
"You brat, have you seen enough? Where is your math homework? Hurry up and give it to me!" Yang Bei suddenly appeared, slapped the back of Zhang Yi’s head, and asked with dissatisfaction.
"If you dare hit me again, I won't let you copy it!" Zhang Yi turned his head and glared at Yang Bei angrily, then awkwardly pushed Yang Bei’s head down to bow along with him toward Chu Muyue. "I’ll go first then. I really do thank you!"
"It's nothing!" Chu Muyue waved her hand with a smile.
"Damn it, let go, you brat!"