Take her as my wife

The next morning, Tan Wen tidied himself up, but he still couldn't hide the gloom in his dark eyes.

Jiang Ni registered at the entrance using the electronic invitation he sent her and successfully took her seat with the help of a student. Many people looked at her as she sat down; she was young and beautiful, and everyone's first thought was that she was so-and-so's girlfriend.

"That's the area where criminal investigation studies are located, isn't it...?"

"This beautiful woman has such an elegant air about her. Who's so lucky to have such a gorgeous girlfriend?"

"I don't know, as long as it's not Tan who asked... haha."

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw several people walking straight down the corridor.

Tan Wen walked at the very front, his 192cm height exuding an imposing presence. Because he was competing, he was wearing the school's uniform.

White background with black lettering, his name spelled out on the back, along with the number "9".

They watched as he walked towards Jiang Ni, patted her shoulder lightly, called out "Sister," and sat down naturally next to her.

The hearts of those who secretly loved Tan Wen were instantly shattered.

Jiang Ni turned her head to look at him: "Why do you look so pale? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

My gaze shifted and I noticed his bandaged hand.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of heartache in her eyes, but Tan Wen couldn't tell whether this "heartache" was from a sister to her brother or from a woman to a man.

But if it's the latter, why would she be having an "online romance" with other men? Tan Wen became more and more annoyed by the thought.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally cut myself yesterday," he replied casually, hiding his hand to the side.

Jiang Ni reached out and grabbed his wrist, then pulled his hand onto her lap.

Although Tan Wen is ambidextrous, he is strictly speaking left-handed and prefers to do things with his left hand. Jiang Ni remembers clearly that he used his left hand to disarm someone and save them last time.

She just never had a chance to properly look at the scars on his palms.

"Are you really alright? How could you be so careless? You have a pull-up competition this afternoon..."

This time, Tan didn't dodge. He obediently placed his hand on her leg and tentatively asked in a joking tone, "It's really just a minor injury. Sister, just blow on it for me and it'll be fine."

Many people around them were watching them, some staring intently, others glancing furtively. Tan Wen had no expectation that she would actually blow on his hand.

As a result, Jiang Ni only hesitated for two seconds before lifting his hand and bringing it to her lips.

She wore nude pink lipstick today, making her lips look like jelly, with her cupid's bow appearing exceptionally round and alluring.

She pouted slightly and gently blew on his palm a few times.

With the bandages blocking the way, Tan Wen's hand didn't actually feel anything, but the breaths she took weren't blowing on his hand at all, but on his heart.

He was almost driven mad, stunned, and aroused by her teasing.

"Is it okay now?" She blinked and looked at him.

Jiang Ni was also a little uncomfortable; it was the first time she had done something like this—it was like flirting.

And in front of so many people.

But she had a rough idea that his injury was related to her. She felt a little regretful, but at the same time, she wanted to teach him not to be so impulsive.

She thought to herself that it seemed she needed to change her plans, otherwise she really couldn't imagine what else he might do with his bad temper.

"It's alright, you're fully recovered. I'll definitely get first place this afternoon to show my sister."

So you've appeased them?

The three of them, Zhao Qian, Zhao Qian, and Zhao Qian, who had been watching the show in silence, looked at each other and saw four words in each other's eyes: Ha~ Love-struck.

Tan Wen sat with her for a while, but before he could get any information out of her, he heard the counselor call him: "Tan Wen, come here!"

"I'll be back in a bit. If you want some water, ask Feng Yin and have him buy it for you."

Jiang Ni pointed to her tote bag: "I brought water, you can go ahead and do your work."

Tan then left.

"Damn, your girlfriend is so beautiful. No wonder you always submit reports to go out on weekends," the counselor patted Tan Wen on the shoulder and teased him before getting down to business. "The rules for tomorrow's 4x100 relay have changed. There will be no rankings. It will be a purely friendly match, with teams drawn by lot from each school. You will represent our school to draw lots backstage now."

Tan said "Oh" and strode off to the backstage area.

There weren't many people backstage; they were all students from various schools who had come to draw lots. Tan Wen spotted a familiar face at a glance, and the other person also noticed him.

—It's Xiao Yuling.

She didn't reply to Tan Wen's previous message questioning what she had said to Jiang Ni, and Tan Wen hasn't contacted her again.

Xiao Yuling waved to him and greeted him. Tan Wen indifferently withdrew his gaze, and after drawing the lot, he saw that the words "Linzhou Police Academy" were listed first.

"Isn't this fate, Tan Wen?" Xiao Yuling, unfazed by his cold expression, strode over to his side and saw the contents of the note in his hand.

Tan Wen put away the note and looked down at her: "You're running away?"

Xiao Yuling nodded: "Yeah, don't worry, I won't hold you back—how about we have lunch together? It's been so long since I've seen you, let's catch up."

Tan Wen turned and walked outside, refusing decisively: "I'm busy, I have an appointment."

Who is it?

Tan asked in return, "Who else do you think there is?"

Xiao Yuling was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, and finally exploded with anger: "Tan Wen, she's six years older than you, she'll be thirty in a few years, what are you after?"

She also had a fiery temper, and vented all the anger she felt from his questioning last time: "Didn't you ask me what I said to her before? This is what I said: that she's too old and told her not to seduce you!"

Tan paused in his steps.

His gloomy face was particularly frightening, but Xiao Yuling wasn't afraid of him at all: "Am I wrong? Even if you don't choose me, you could at least choose someone else—"

"Do you think the choice is mine?" Tan interrupted her, his voice cold. "I'm the one begging her to choose me."

Xiao Yuling pursed her lips and remained silent. Tan Wen stared at her baby face, which hadn't changed much since childhood, and softened his tone: "If you still want to be friends with me, you'll have to be more respectful to her from now on."

"Athletes participating in the men's 3000-meter race, please assemble on the track. (This is a call for participants in the men's 3000-meter race...)"

The announcement suddenly came on, and Tan Wen sprang into action, waving goodbye as he walked forward, his back to her: "Let's go."

Xiao Yuling stayed where she was and didn't follow, muttering softly, "Who wants to be friends with you..."

A few minutes later, Tan Wen stood on the track to warm up. The 3,000 meters was not a big deal for him, but in a competition like this, each school selected its top seed players, so he would not be arrogant.

The event was in full swing, and the participants were ready to go. At the referee's signal, everyone ran out rhythmically.

Sure enough, no one started jogging. Even though the 3,000 meters is an endurance race, everyone was quite fast!

Tan Wen was in the lead, and the boy behind him was following closely behind, with the possibility of overtaking him at any moment.

Jiang Ni hadn't participated in a sports meet in a long time, and she was so nervous that her palms started to sweat.

Her gaze followed Tan Wen's movements. His cold, sharp features were exceptionally focused, exuding confidence and determination, making him indescribably charming.