Legend of the Dragon King: I really didn't mean to provoke them!

The door wasn't knocked on; it was simply pushed open gently, and a crisp, cold breeze wafted in first.

Xie Xie didn't even lift his eyelids, but he already knew who had arrived.

He was all too familiar with Wu Changkong's aura.

The footsteps stopped beside the bed, but Wu Changkong remained silent.

Xie Xie felt a cool fingertip gently touch the gauze on his shoulder, the touch as light as a snowflake falling on a wound.

The next second, a gentle yet pure ice-type soul power seeped into the gauze, instantly soothing most of the burning pain and calming down even the turbulent soul power.

"Looks like he won't die."

Wu Changkong's voice was as cold as ever, but it carried a different kind of emotion.

Xie Xie pouted, finally deigning to look away from the ceiling, and groaned weakly, "Teacher Wu, if you had come any later, I would have died of pain here."

Wu Changkong ignored his banter and simply looked up at him.

Those eyes, which were always covered with a layer of frost, were now like two bottomless cold lakes, with an inescapable penetrating power, staring straight into his eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Xie Xie's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously looked away: "What else could it be..."

"We can't really kill her, can we?"

"If someone really dies, our Donghai Academy will be in trouble too. Besides, with her personality, if she really loses so badly, she will definitely develop inner demons."

"When did you start caring about how others behave?" Wu Changkong's tone carried a faint hint of sarcasm.

"I taught you to leave a way out for your teammates."

"But I never taught you to risk your life to pay for someone else's pride!"

Xie Xie was speechless, choked by the words.

He couldn't possibly tell Wu Changkong directly that he knew the future plot and that Ye Xinglan was not only one of the Shrek Seven Devils in the future, but also his best friend in the future, could he?

Xie Xie had no choice but to reply randomly after reading the message.

"...She's just stupid."

"It's just a small conflict. Did she really think I would fight her to the death? It's just a game. If I lose, I lose. If I lose my life, I lose everything."

"Besides, she's actually a very nice person, just a little proud."

Xie Xie was serious about his last sentence.

The ironclad rule of the Star God Sword Martial Soul lineage is: only offense, no defense.

Moreover, Ye Xinglan's personality in the early stages was that of a proud and obsessive person with pride ingrained in his bones.

Almost everyone in the original story, including Ye Xinglan herself, never expected that she would eventually embark on the path of protection.

The medical office fell silent again.

The wind outside the window rustled through the treetops.

Wu Changkong looked at Xie Xie, a faint ripple passing through his dark green eyes, as quick as a shooting star streaking across the cold night sky. Even his long eyelashes trembled for a moment before returning to their usual icy state.

She stopped lecturing him and stopped accusing him of neglecting her.

However, her lips, which were originally tightly pressed together and still held a hint of anger, had loosened at some point with an almost imperceptible curve.

"Thank you, Xie."

Wu Changkong's voice was very soft, as soft as a snowflake drifting in through the window.

"You can rely on me a little more."

These words struck Xie Xie like a thunderbolt, exploding in his mind.

Xie Xie suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide like copper bells, almost jumping off the bed. As a result, he aggravated his wound, wincing in pain and gasping for breath.

"Dance, Dance Teacher? What did you just say?!"

"I didn't mishear—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was no one in front of him.

Xie Xie lay on the bed, looking at the closed door, when suddenly he grinned and chuckled foolishly.

He suddenly felt that the wound didn't hurt so much anymore.

Hehehe...

Therefore, Xie Xie did not hear the clattering footsteps fading away at all.

After the competition, Ye Xinglan was unsurprisingly berated by her mentor for a full twenty minutes and forced to accept a box of the academy's treasured Star Marrow Healing Ointment; she was practically pushed along.

However, when she arrived at the entrance of the medical office, she overheard Wu Changkong and Xie Xie's conversation.

Ye Xinglan's fingers, which were resting on the doorknob, were frozen in place and could not move an inch.

Xie Xie's earnest voice came clearly from inside the room, without a trace of resentment or sarcasm.

Only a few words, light as a feather yet carrying immense weight:

"Given her personality, if she really loses so badly, she'll definitely develop inner demons."

"...She's just stupid."

"Besides, she's actually a very nice person, just a little proud."

Ye Xinglan's breathing suddenly stopped.

Her grip on the medicine box tightened suddenly, the cardboard creaking under her fingers until they turned pale.

She never imagined that the boy, whose shoulder she had pierced with a sword and who should have hated her to the core, would speak of her like this behind her back.

She thought he would call her stupid, crazy, and reckless for her ridiculous pride!

But he didn't.

(Xie Xie: I cursed! You fucking ignored it!!)

Finally, there came a loud, carefree laugh coming from inside the house.

That laughter was like a fine needle, gently pricking Ye Xinglan's heart. Images from the competition uncontrollably flashed through her mind:

The Twin Dragon Storm roared with despair as it pounced on her.

The golden edge of the Light Dragon Blade stopped just short of her brow.

And...the blood gushing from Xie Xie's shoulder, yet he endured the excruciating pain, looking at her and saying:

"Don't be so foolish next time. Winning or losing is nothing compared to your life."

It turns out, it wasn't to save face for Shrek.

He truly valued her life more than winning that match.

(Xie Xie: Isn't this just how it should be? It's stated in the competition rules!)

Ye Xinglan bit her lower lip, pressing so hard that she tasted a faint metallic flavor of blood. Suddenly, her eyes stung, and something warm welled up inside her, but she forcefully suppressed it.

She is the successor of the Star God Sword, Shrek Academy's proudest genius, she cannot cry.

Another set of footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Ye Xinglan panicked.

She instinctively crouched down, gently placed the crumpled medicine box on the doormat, then turned and practically fled.

She ran very fast, her skirt billowing in the wind like a panicked white bird.

She didn't stop until she ran out of the medical office building and reached a deserted sycamore tree, where she leaned against the trunk and gasped for breath.

The early summer breeze, carrying the fragrance of paulownia blossoms, blew over her flushed cheeks.

Ye Xinglan raised her hand and touched the tips of her ears, which were inexplicably burning hot. She then looked up at the window on the second floor of the medical office, her lips moved, and she whispered something in a voice only she could hear:

"Xie Xie... I'm sorry."

Chapter 125 Gu Yue Still Scores Big Points (Tang Wulin: I Can Still Earn!)

Xie Xie was still lying on the bed, grinning foolishly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the gauze on his shoulder, his mind filled with Wu Changkong's words, which were as light as falling snow.

This is the first time I've ever seen a dance teacher so genuinely express her feelings and say something like that!

Clang—

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

The heavy wooden door was kicked open, slammed against the wall, and bounced back, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

Xie Xie was so frightened that he trembled all over and jumped right off the bed.

The wound, which had just begun to heal, was instantly ripped open, causing him to cry out and clutch his shoulder, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You're laughing so happily, it seems like nothing's wrong."

Gu Yue's voice came from the doorway.

Her long, black hair swayed slightly in the wind. She carried a food box in her hand, her face expressionless, but her beautiful purple eyes swept over and landed on him.

Gu Yue stepped in.

As she passed the doorway, she bent down and picked up the crumpled medicine box that Ye Xinglan had placed on the doormat. She pinched the lid between her fingers, shook it, and raised an eyebrow at Xie Xie.

"Who put this here? Star Marrow Healing Ointment, I remember it was quite expensive."

Xie Xie scratched his head weakly, "I don't know, Teacher Wu just left, and no one else has come."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue casually tossed the medicine box onto the bedside table with a "thud".

Xie Xie watched as she reached out her hand to him, his neck instinctively shrank back, his eyes snapped shut, and he even held his breath.

Oh no, Gu Yue must be furious.

He tensed all his muscles, bracing himself for being scolded or hit.

After waiting for a long time, instead of the expected slap and scolding, I felt a light, warm touch on my shoulder.

Xie Xie was stunned for a moment, then cautiously opened one eye.

Gu Yue was sitting on a chair by the bed, leaning slightly forward, his fingertips pinching the edge of the gauze, slowly and very gently lifting the old gauze stained with blood from his shoulder.

Her fingertips, still slightly warm, touched the skin around the wound with a gentle touch, and she even slowed her breathing.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her profile, casting a soft shadow on her long eyelashes.

Those usually cold purple eyes were now intently focused on his wound.

But Gu Yue's brows were tightly furrowed, and the corners of her mouth, pressed into a straight line, revealed obvious displeasure.

"you……"

Xie Xie opened his mouth, but his mind couldn't quite process what he was seeing.

"Don't move." Gu Yue didn't look up, her voice still calm, but without the anger from before: "Teacher Wu left in a hurry and didn't give you a new medicine."

As she spoke, she picked up an alcohol swab from the bedside table, held it with tweezers, and gently wiped the skin around the wound.

The alcohol stung the wound, causing Xie Xie to instinctively flinch.

Gu Yue stopped immediately, glanced at him, and said in a still harsh tone, "Now you know it hurts? When you took that sword strike head-on on the stage, why didn't you think about the pain?"

He said that, but his hands moved even lighter.

She tore open the outer box of the Star Marrow Healing Ointment, poured a little ointment onto her fingertip, rubbed it slowly with her fingertip, and then applied it little by little to the wound.

Xie Xie immediately felt the cool sensation of the ointment instantly overpower the stinging pain.

Looking at Gu Yue's serious profile, he unconsciously lowered his voice: "Um, I'm sorry..."

Gu Yue paused for a moment. "You're the one who should apologize."

She took another clean piece of gauze, carefully bandaged his wound, and tied a neat knot. After doing all this, Gu Yue straightened up and tidied up the things she had used.