After eating what she wanted, Chen Yun's mood improved significantly, and the two of them started chatting about everything under the sun.

With a smile and slightly leaning forward, she asked, "Jiang Che, are you really not afraid of teachers at all?"

"Teacher Chen Yun is so beautiful, I can't even like her enough, so why would I be afraid?" Jiang Che replied with a smile.

"Bah!" Chen Yun's cheeks turned slightly red as she pretended to be serious, "Don't be so cheeky!"

"Beautiful things naturally attract admiration, how is that cheeky?"

Jiang Che chuckled, "Aristotle once said: 'the pursuit of beauty and not profane the beauty, the love is justified.' Admiring beauty without desecrating it is perfectly justified. The admiration I have for you, teacher, is purely appreciation!"

"Alright!" Chen Yun raised an eyebrow, "But are you sure Aristotle said that?"

Jiang Che shook his head honestly, "Not sure, but I forgot who said it, so let's just say he did."

"Why attribute it to him then?" Chen Yun asked curiously.

"Because he said the most things," Jiang Che replied seriously.

"Hahaha!" Chen Yun laughed heartily.

Not far away.

Su Rongyin had been riding for a long time before finally spotting Jiang Che's electric bike, and then she saw Jiang Che and Chen Yun chatting happily.

At that moment.

Memories flashed through her mind of when she and Jiang Che had come here to eat together.

Back then, Jiang Che said that whenever she wanted to come and eat, he would bring her right away.

But now.

The person sitting across from Jiang Che, eating with him, wasn't her at all.

Su Rongyin cried even more sadly, choking and sobbing, almost crying out loud.

Noticing the surrounding gazes on her, she didn't even push her bike, hurriedly ducking into a lane. It was already getting dark, and with her tear-blurred vision, she stepped on a brick, twisting her foot that had just healed not long ago. The intense pain made her fall to the ground, hugging her legs and curling up, burying her head in her knees, sobbing as if it were the last time, but even more heartbroken and helpless.

"Su, why are you crying here?"

At this moment, a voice sounded beside her.

She was startled, but the voice was familiar. Looking up, she saw Jiang Che, who somehow found her, standing by her side.

Jiang Che couldn't help but notice her.

The bicycle was parked right next to his electric bike.

The sound of sobbing in the alley was all too familiar to Jiang Che.

He didn't want to have any interaction with Su Rongyin, but he couldn't help but worry about her safety.

A high school girl in a dark alley was already dangerous enough.

And she was crying.

Even someone with no ill intentions might develop them hearing her cry...

The moment Su Rongyin saw Jiang Che, she almost burst into tears, choking, "Jiang Che, I twisted my foot again... it hurts so much!"

"......"

Jiang Che squatted in front of her.

This time, Su Rongyin directly extended her foot towards Jiang Che.

"Is it the same foot?"

Seeing her extended foot, Jiang Che frowned slightly.

"Yeah..."

Su Rongyin nodded.

Jiang Che untied her shoelaces, revealing the pristine white socks covering her small foot.

With memories of last time.

This time, Jiang Che skillfully adjusted her bone back into place, holding her petite heel and gently twisting it back.

The pain was certainly the same, but after the adjustment, Su Rongyin, with her pale face and tears rolling down, didn't instinctively scold Jiang Che. Instead, she trembled and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Che stood up, "Since it wasn't fully healed last time and you twisted it again, it's better to go to the hospital. Call your uncle and aunt, and remember to wait on the main street. This alley isn't safe, and it's getting late. I'll be going now, bye."

He had just turned around.

A slightly cool, smooth little hand grabbed his fingers.

Su Rongyin looked up at him, her big eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful to the extreme, "My parents aren't home."

"......"

Jiang Che sighed, if he had known it would be this complicated, he wouldn't have come in!

In the dark alley, a handsome young man in a school uniform carried a ponytailed, vibrant girl on his back, drawing the attention of many.

Jiang Che supported the elastic thighs under the girl's school uniform pants, trying to place her on the back seat of the electric bike. But as soon as her butt touched the seat, she gasped, wrapping her arms around Jiang Che's neck and climbing back onto his back.

"What happened?"

With Su Rongyin climbing on his back like this, Jiang Che found it hard to handle and asked.

"When I twisted my foot, it hurt so much that I fell to the ground, and my... my..."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread.com".

Su Rongyin's voice grew smaller.

It wasn't hard to guess.

Her unfinished words were: her butt also hurt from the fall.

If she couldn't sit on the electric bike's back seat, could she sit in a taxi? It didn't seem ideal either. So should he carry her to the hospital? And then back home?

"Su Rongyin."

"Yeah?"

"I believe you're cursed."

"......"

Fortunately, after being reborn.

Jiang Che's stamina was good enough to compete in a triathlon.

Otherwise, forget about getting exhausted, they wouldn't even make it to the hospital.

The orthopedic department was staffed by a seventy or eighty-year-old grandmother who, after feeling Su Rongyin's ankle bone, was surprised and praised Jiang Che for his skill.

After an X-ray, there was no problem with the bone.

Knowing Su Rongyin was a senior high school student with the college entrance exam approaching, and that limited mobility would have a significant impact, the grandmother prescribed two bottles of herbal medicine, instructing her to massage it ten to eight times a day. The bruised butt could also be massaged until it felt warm.

After hearing this, Su Rongyin instinctively tried to demonstrate, finding it a bit difficult to reach behind her back. Massaging until warm... she realized her actions were a bit awkward and instinctively glanced at Jiang Che.

"Don't look at me, I can't help you with that," Jiang Che refused bluntly.

"Who asked for your help, pervert!" Su Rongyin's face turned red.

The grandmother pushed her reflective glasses up, smiling broadly.

Moonlight spilled onto the road, turning the gray-white surface silver. Su Rongyin rested her pointed chin on Jiang Che's shoulder, feeling better than she had in a long time, the anxiety replaced by a strong sense of security.

"Jiang Che."

"Yeah."

"Are we back to how we used to be now?"

"......"

Jiang Che was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "We can't go back."

Su Rongyin's joy froze instantly, and she hurriedly asked, "Why can't we go back?"