Chapter 17 Nanfeng School: Can’t tell who is the real patient

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Those freshmen who were a step slower and did not grab the position closest to Lin Ling could only grit their teeth and stare at those people with jealous eyes.

A few minutes later, the students who bought water came back.

Everyone was holding a lot of mineral water, black tea, green tea, jasmine tea, etc. in their arms, making people wonder if they had a bottle of every kind of water in the supermarket.

"Senior, which one do you want to drink?"

"Senior, senior, look at my..."

Another round of drama unfolds.

The freshmen sitting on the outside who had never spoken to Lin Ling were extremely upset when they saw this group of people forcing their way to Lin Ling in the name of delivering water.

Why didn't they think of buying water for their senior sister? !

This will give me a chance to talk to my senior sister a few more words!

There were also many students going to buy water, and everyone wanted Lin Ling to accept the water they bought. When people are crowded, accidents will inevitably happen.

A boy was squeezed by the people behind him and lost his balance. Before he could stand still, he bumped into Lin Ling. The water bottle in his arms was scattered on the floor.

"Hiss—" Lin Ling felt pain on the back of her hand after being hit, and she took a small breath.

The boy quickly stabilized his body. When he saw the wound on the back of Lin Ling's hand that was scratched by the non-mainstream bracelet he was wearing, he suddenly panicked and blamed himself.

"Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault..."

The boy was a freshman who said he was 182 or 19 years old. He had a baby face and looked at Lin Ling with red eyes as if he was about to cry.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while."

There was just some skin scratching, but no blood.

Lin Ling shook her head indifferently, as if to comfort the boy, and bent down to pick up the rock sugar snow pear at her feet, "If you really feel sorry for me, use this bottle of water as an apology."

"gather!"

The instructor's voice came. After the water scattered on the ground was picked up by other students, Lin Ling said to the boy: "Stop blaming yourself and go back to military training."

"Senior, why don't you add your contact information? I'll treat you to a meal later -"

Before the boy could finish his words, he was held up by a classmate next to him and forcibly taken away. Lin Ling didn't stop him, smiled and raised his hand to wave.

During the gathering, Zheng Youzuo, who was passing by Lin Ling, accidentally looked at the light pink hair tie on Lin Ling's wrist.

In the game copy, the most direct way to distinguish players from ghosts is to see if there is a red line-like tattoo on the opponent's wrist.

That is the player panel, only fellow players can see it.

When Lin Ling first appeared, Zheng You noticed the hair tie Lin Ling was wearing.

Logically speaking, it is normal for female students to have hair ties and hair ties on their hands at all times.

But for some reason, Zheng You always felt that Lin Ling was weird in her heart. Whenever Lin Ling appeared, she would subconsciously observe him.

He is beautiful, has a gentle personality, is very popular among students, and has also helped other players.

It doesn't look like a ghost in the game copy trying to kill the player, but... it doesn't look like a player trying to clear the level either.

Lin Ling was like a huge mystery that Zheng You couldn't figure out.

Especially when Lin Ling just said one sentence and made everyone quiet down.

It was not like the dungeons she had experienced before where she saw the weak being oppressed by the strong, nor was it the subordinates obeying their bosses. It was more like the fans on Blue Star who saw their idols being obedient, with their eyes filled with bright love.

It seems that as long as Lin Ling asks them to die, they will die without hesitation...

After gathering, the first thing to train is to stand in a military posture.

Zheng You stood a little behind Lin Ling. Although there were two rows of people in the middle, he could just see Lin Ling's figure if he looked slightly to the right.

She subconsciously looked at Lin Ling's wrist again, wanting to observe carefully to see if there was a red line on the other person's wrist, so as to determine whether the other person was a player.

But when he saw the wound on the back of Lin Ling's hand, Zheng You paused and then looked away.

Why...someone's hands are so white and beautiful...

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After ten minutes of standing in military posture, the instructor blew the whistle and asked everyone to turn right and start running around the playground.

Before running, the instructor walked up to Lin Ling and asked her if she wanted to rest nearby. After confirming that Lin Ling could run, the instructor left.

Completely forgetting that the students he punished on the plastic track yesterday had their flesh and blood stuck to the track, and after he forcefully tore them off, he still allowed the students to continue military training without a layer of skin.

Blue irises and rock sugar pears were put together and piled on the platform next to the playground track. Every freshman running by would turn their heads to look at it.

The temperature today is not high, and there is no burning sensation on the feet like yesterday when stepping on hot coals, which makes the players who have survived until now much more relaxed.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

If it weren't for Lin Ling, according to the instructors' plan, today's entire afternoon training would consist of running without stopping to rest.

On the fifth lap, the instructor blew the whistle and asked them to slowly slow down and walk from the track into the playground.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the figure next to her walking closer and closer. Lin Ling lowered her eyes and cooperated to support the other person when he fainted.

"Report to the instructor that someone has fainted. I will take her to the infirmary."

With that said, Lin Ling picked up the fainted man and walked towards the infirmary.

Even though Lin Ling looked like a flower growing up in a greenhouse, she carried a girl on her back very easily. Before the instructor could say anything, Lin Ling had already carried the girl for more than ten meters.

Zheng You, who had been paying attention to Lin Ling, also raised his hand when he saw that the person who fainted was Liu Xinmei.

"Tell the instructor, I'm a little dizzy and I need to go to the infirmary." After saying that, she ran to keep up with Lin Ling, regardless of whether the instructor would punish her for it.

"I'm reporting to the instructor that I'm dizzy too."

"Report to the instructor..."

With the beginning, others also raised their hands, but these students who wanted to chase Lin Ling to the infirmary were stopped by the instructor.

"Go, go, go! Everyone dances so happily during the break, but when it comes to training, they feel dizzy and weak. Do you want me to find some deck chairs for you to lie down here?"

"Everyone stand still for me!"

"Girls do 500 squats and boys do 500 push-ups. If you can't finish them, don't even think about resting!"

"You! Get out of here! Are you doing push-ups? Does your waist have no bones? Stand straight up and don't touch the ground!"

Without Lin Ling, the considerate instructor instantly transformed into a devil, and the remaining players, no matter how slow they were, came to their senses.

The reason why today's training was easier than yesterday was not because the instructors were patronizing and let them go, but because Lin Ling, the school's disciplinary committee member, participated in the military training.

It seemed that because of Lin Ling's departure, even the temperature began to gradually rise again.

After a while, the players were sweating profusely, praying in their hearts for Lin Ling to come back quickly.

In the infirmary.

When giving Liu Xinmei an injection, the school doctor saw the wound on the back of Lin Ling's hand and offered to clean it.

After being rejected by Lin Ling, his face became serious.

"Classmate Lin Ling, don't worry about it just because the wound is small. Many people get tetanus just because of this small wound. Come with me, and I'll clean your wound first."

"Sorry to trouble you." Lin Ling was never very good at rejecting others.

Looking at the wounds on her hands that had begun to scab, Lin Ling looked helpless and could only follow the school doctor.

Zheng You, who had been standing nearby as a backdrop the entire time, watched as the school doctor took out an alcohol swab, held Lin Ling's hand and wiped it over and over again, asking if it hurt while wiping it, and wished he could replace that frown.

Then he looked at Liu Xinmei, who was lying on the hospital bed. The school doctor just wiped the back of her hand with a cotton swab twice and inserted the needle without blinking.

For a moment, it was somewhat unclear who was the real patient.

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small theater.

Players: Come back soon~ Without you, we really can’t bear the instructor’s preference~

School doctor: Lingling’s hands are so white, Lingling’s hands are so soft, Lingling, Lingling, hehehe...