Collective mind reading, villain boss, let me go

Nan Zhi: "I plan to go to Country M at the end of the month."

Huo Ling knew about this, and also knew that she had decided to participate in the Morrow Competition in advance: "It seems that I can't do anything except support you."

Huo Ling chuckled, thinking of the little girl who used to dance awkwardly in front of him in a pink princess dress, and now had finally decided to stand on the stage she had always dreamed of.

Nan Zhi was slightly stunned. She put down her chopsticks and said to the person in front of her seriously: "Don't you think I'm too impatient?"

"No, I will always believe in you." Huo Ling sighed: "But... will it take a long time?"

Nan Zhi nodded, and her mood became a little serious: "Well, I signed up for 6 competitions. I will first participate in the International Ballet Competition in October, and then the Moreau Competition in December. This competition is the most important. There will be one elimination per week, and I have enough time to deal with the random selection."

Huo Ling listened silently, watching Nan Zhi talking excitedly. Whenever she talked about ballet, her eyes would light up. He liked it this way. The little princess he held in his arms should live the way she liked and get everything she wanted.

Nan Zhi: "Then there is the Lausanne Ballet Competition in March. This is held every two years. It is very important and can be used as a key point after the Moreau Competition is launched. It is the oldest and most influential competition besides the Moreau Competition held every six years!

Then there is the Vienna International Ballet Competition in May, both of which are very authoritative.”

Huo Ling nodded and poured her some juice in case she was thirsty: "What about the other two?"

Nan Zhi: "Another one is the F Country Romantic Classical Dance Contest in July. It's a small competition, but the competition is very competitive. The last one is the Asian Elite Dance Contest, which will be held in August."

She looked at Huo Ling with hope in her eyes: "I will be a world-class dancer at the age of 19!"

Huo Ling nodded but there was some helplessness in his eyes: "This is the first time I see you working so hard. You are so exhausted...you don't even have time to see me."

Nan Zhi smiled: [I only have one year, so of course I have to work hard. Once I can quickly gain a foothold, I won’t have to worry about the Nan family and Nan Wanyi anymore. If I can’t… then I really have no hope. The tragedy of my previous life will repeat itself. I don’t want to live in pain a second time.]

Snapped! !

Nan Zhi suddenly came to her senses and found that the cup was crushed by Huo Ling: "You! What are you doing?! It's all glass!"

Huo Ling smiled and shook his head. After loosening his hand, the blood-stained glass slowly fell onto the plate: "It's okay. The quality of this cup is not good. I didn't use any force."

Nan Zhi pulled him up angrily, and Huo Ling followed her outside.

As he walked out, he gave Xie Yunqi a provocative look.

"Zhizhi, don't worry, brother is fine~"

[What a great thing! The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is! 】

"Puff!" Huo Ling couldn't help but laugh. Some of the blood on his palm splashed onto his face, forming a sharp contrast with his fair skin.

Nan Zhi took Huo Ling to the infirmary to bandage his wound. Seeing Huo Ling obediently wrapping the bandage, she couldn't help but have a headache: [We clearly agreed to keep our distance, why are they involved again? And what are my parents thinking? Don't they hate Huo Ling the most? Why would they use him? ]

Nan Zhi sighed. At this moment, she was actually looking forward to the competition.

Nan Zhi looked at her phone, which contained a message from Xie Yunqi.

Xie Yunqi: "I saw the senior dancing. She was so beautiful. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to use mobile phones during military training, so I couldn't take a picture of her."

Xie Yunqi: "Are you keeping your distance from me, Senior? Did I embarrass you?"

Xie Yunqi: "Does Senior Sister dislike me?"

Nan Zhi: "That dance will be used as a school promotional video. You can watch it then."

Nan Zhi: "I don't dislike you. Study hard."

[Why does Xie Yunqi always have wild thoughts? But he is right. We should keep a distance from him. People outside the plot should live well and have their own lives, right?

It seems that everyone is a supporting role and the protagonist in her life. Only the people around her are just supporting roles like her...】

"hiss!"

"What's wrong?" Nan Zhi raised her head and anxiously put down her phone to look at Huo Ling. The school doctor was removing the glass fragments for him.

Huo Ling held her hand and felt her fingertips. The next moment, his head rested on her waist, his hand still tightly grasping her: "It hurts..."

Nan Zhi frowned and looked at the school doctor's movements. As the glass was pulled out, Huo Ling's whole body trembled. The fragment had been 1 cm deep before it went in. When it was pulled out, the flesh and blood were clearly visible.

As the glass fell onto the table, Nan Zhi heaved a sigh of relief for the first time in her life. She felt a little distressed when she saw Huo Ling's still trembling hands: "It's okay, it's been taken out."

Huo Ling shook his head with his face still buried in her waist, and he had his hands around her legs without her knowing when.

He spread his legs and let Nan Zhi stand in front of him and hold his head.

The school doctor sighed: "Miss Nan...the wound area is..."

Nan Zhi sighed, looking at the bloody wound under Huo Ling's thumb and sighed: "It needs stitches, right?"

The school doctor nodded.

Huo Ling's body trembled slightly, and he hugged her tighter: "It hurts...

[This… it hurts just looking at it…]

Nan Zhi patted Huo Ling on the back: "Just bear with it for a while, I'll ask her to move faster."

Huo Ling raised his head, tears still in his eyes, as if he was holding back the pain: "I want you to sew it for me."

Nan Zhi was a little confused, as if a question mark appeared in her head.

[Why do you want me to sew it? Do I look like someone who can sew wounds? ]

"I won't."

Huo Ling's eyes were full of determination: "It doesn't matter, I just want you to sew it."

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while but finally compromised, watching as the sensible school doctor had already prepared all the tools.

Huo Ling watched her holding his hand carefully. The pain of the needle piercing his flesh was no longer something unbearable for him. He had suffered more serious injuries than this countless times.

But she knew it clearly, but was still willing to coax him again and again. He, Huo Ling, just liked to cry out in pain in front of her.

But...who else has asked her to sew?

Huo Ling's gaze slowly moved to his hands, where blood continued to ooze out, but the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

When the wound heals, it will leave a scar, which he can see on his hand every day. This is the wound that Zhizhi stitched for him.

"hiss………!"

Nan Zhi pursed her lips and blew gently: "There are still two injections, bear with it for a while."

"Um………"

Huo Ling looked at Nan Zhi with a smile. If she looked up, she would find that the love in his eyes was about to overflow. How could there be a trace of fear?

The school doctor looked at him helplessly. She was just a school doctor, what could she say?

Keeping up is her professional code of conduct.

Nan Zhi cut the thread and quickly took the iodine from the school doctor to disinfect it. Then she skillfully picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his beautiful hand bit by bit.