Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (22)

Chapter 22 The Unpredictable Disaster
Yu Luotong looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting that at this juncture, the first person to come forward to save him was Xia Lin.

The man in black twirled his red, cloudy eyes and stared at Xia Lin, “You’re a brat, how dare you follow the example of someone who’s been keeping a young man? Do you believe that I might smash your head open with a bottle?”

When he said the last sentence, his attention had already shifted from Yu Luotong to Xia Lin, his voice was hysterical and his emotions had completely lost control.

Zhou Shuo saw the right moment and lunged forward, grabbing the man’s arms from behind

But surprisingly, the man, with his arms restrained, flung his wrists and threw the broken bottle out.

The bottle’s crack grazed the corner of Xia Lin’s forehead, and Xia Lin only felt a numbness in the corner of his forehead, followed by bright red blood pouring down, staining half of his face red.

“Xia Lin!” Song Yan finally pushed through the crowd and saw Xia Lin’s tragic appearance as soon as he raised his eyes, immediately wrenching his shoulders and shouting out loud, “Xia Lin, who hurt you like this?”

Xia Lin couldn’t open one eye because it was stained with blood, so he could only open his other eye and said, “Song Yan, can you please stop shaking so hard, I’m so dizzy.

In his previous life, because Xia Lin was not present and he was not the one who cried out to Yu Luotong afterwards, he did not know how the conflict between Yu Luotong and the man ended, but looking at Song Yan’s angry and irrational appearance, he thought that Yu Luotong was forced by the man at that time.

The man was beaten by Song Yan and was hospitalized. If the Song family had come out earlier to resolve the matter, it would not have been impossible to suppress it, but at that time, Song Yan was too weak to tell the truth to his family after injuring the man, and thought that he could hide the truth for a while, but in the end, the matter was stirred up at the school, which made the Song family so passive.

In this life, Xia Lin had learnt a lesson from Song Yan and had Zhou Shuo inform Xia Liang as soon as he was injured, so that the Xia family could intervene in the matter in advance.

As for the school, it was even better for Xia Liang to ask the class teacher for a leave of absence, saying that Xia Lin had accidentally rolled down the stairs and broken his forehead before the evening study session, and was rushed to the hospital by his classmates for treatment.

As the son of the Xia family and the heir apparent, Xia Liang’s words carried a lot of weight in front of the class teacher, so Song Yan, Yu Luotong and Zhou Shuo were all excused from skipping class.

Of course, before dealing with these matters, Xia Lin was inevitably nagged and lectured by Xia Liang for a while, which was an afterthought.

Because the cut was a bit too big, Xia Lin was taken to the hospital and received several stitches in the corner of his forehead, and was forced by Xia Liang to stay in the hospital for follow-up observation.

Xia Lin slept for a while and when he woke up again, he saw Zhou Shuo with his head hanging down and his shoulders slumped, standing next to the wall like a child who had done something wrong, listening to Xia Liang’s incessant reprimand.

“Brother,” he spoke breathlessly, “can you cut the crap, it’s not Zhou Shuo’s fault right?

Xia Liang turned his head, “Failing to protect you is a dereliction of his duty, how is it none of his business?”

He then walked over to the bed and began to reprimand Xia Lin in a condescending manner, “I haven’t said anything about you yet. A while ago, when I saw that you were determined to get into medical school, I thought you had finally grown up and knew that you had to study hard. However, the first day of school and you’re following Song Yan to a bar and getting into a fight? You’re getting more and more aggressive…” Xia Lin deeply understood what it meant to draw fire to himself, he might as well continue to pretend to sleep.