The Cold Commander Cried When He Kissed - Chap 25
Chap 25
Is it your Xiaoyan who feels wronged?
No one present dared to even breathe.
Professor Moshan has always been the most serious and the most indifferent, and everyone is afraid of him.
This is the first time I see him so angry.
Xie Zhuo openly humiliated his nephew, and even broke his arm, leaving him half dead. It was hard to say whether he could continue to stay in the academy…
“What qualifications do you have to fire him?”
Shi Ji asked with his brows lowered and eyes turned cold.
In this extremely messy scene, he was the only one who was spotless.
Everyone was in a mess, including Professor Moshan who came later, his coat was covered in mud.
Only the commander was clean, with thin, clear eyes drooping coldly.
Professor Mo Shan held the boy in his arms as if he were his own son.
Hearing this, he laughed in anger, “He bullied my nephew like this, can’t I fire him?!”
Shi Ji glanced at the unconscious Mo Yan.
The condescending gaze did not contain any mockery, but was as if looking down at an insignificant ant.
His tone was calm, “Didn’t he ask for it?”
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Xie Zhuo paused with his eyes drooping, and then raised his head as if in a trance.
He stared at the slender, cold white neck in front of him, his throat so dry that he couldn’t speak.
“What do you mean, Commander Shi?” Professor Mo Shan asked with a gloomy expression.
“It means, you deserve it.”
Shi Ji never gives face to anyone.
He always seeks truth from facts.
From the moment Mo Yan was about to attack, it seemed that he had already guessed that the other party would fall to this point.
“You mean Xie Zhuo did nothing wrong?”
Professor Mo Shan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. “There are indeed many cases where one’s skills are inferior to others in the assessment. At least one should stop when necessary. Why should he be let off for such a bad behavior as his intentional humiliation of others?”
He is an old man after all.
With just a few words, he cleared himself of his nephew and put the blame on Xie Zhuo instead.
Xie Zhuo’s chest rose and fell slightly, and he clenched his teeth tightly, wanting to press Lao Deng’s face into the mud.
Shi Ji asked calmly, “Did you let him go?”
His delicate face was always calm, as if nothing would disturb him.
The voice with a natural sense of oppression asked coldly:
“After you watched the entire surveillance video and learned the whole story, you came up and broke his wrist. How can this be considered invigilation?”
Professor Mo Shan didn’t expect him to be waiting here.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, he could only swallow this loss in silence.
“I was just impatient and acted too harshly. I will report this matter to Dean Hertz and take the punishment.”
Shi Ji didn’t say anything, nor did he respond. He turned his head and looked away.
The rescue team came forward and were about to check on the injuries of the people present.
Professor Mo Shan shouted directly, “Come here!”
So no one dared to check on Xie Zhuo’s injuries.
The medical staff surrounded the two people from the Mo family and carefully lifted Mo Yan onto the stretcher.
Mo Yan cried and screamed in pain.
Shi Ji didn’t say anything and didn’t remind them to look at the other boy who didn’t cry out in pain or shed a single tear the entire time.
Xie Zhuo didn’t care either.
He looked at his dislocated wrist bone and realized that it would not recover, so he simply left it alone.
He bent down, pulled up his “cart” with one hand, pursed his lips in silence and planned to push it to the finish line first.
He can’t do it like last time, he has to ensure his results.
The recorder at the finish line ran over to watch the show, and hurriedly shouted “ouch” and walked forward with the laptop.
“I’ll put it in for you. I heard them say thirty-two, right?”
“Thirty-eight.”
Xie Zhuo said hoarsely, “I found six more.”
“…Good.” Seeing his miserable appearance, the recorder praised him in a low voice, “You are really good.”
Xie Zhuo hummed, “Thank you.”
On the other side, Professor Mo Shan sent Mo Yan to the medical vehicle. Before leaving, he glanced at Xie Zhuo coldly. That gloomy look was enough to scare any student to death.
“I will never forget the injustice Xiaoyan suffered from you today. You’d better take care of yourself.”
Xie Zhuo had a hundred words in his mind that could kill this old man.
He has always been good at talking, but for some reason he just can’t say it.
He is like a naughty kid who won a fight but no one praised him and he could only be pointed at and scolded by the other parent.
Because he has no parents to protect him.
Shi Ji slowly raised his eyes from the pile of prey and looked at Mo Shan calmly.
“It’s not over yet, is it?”
The thin snow on the branches fell down, revealing the cold plum blossoms in the frosty world.
Shi Ji finally showed impatience on his face, “Is it your Xiaoyan who is wronged?”
…
“Can you walk?” Shi Ji turned his gaze to the boy standing quietly, “Or do you need a stretcher to carry you?”
Xie Zhuo was still in a daze, with some dirt on his eyelashes, looking a little embarrassed and confused.
He shook his head slightly, “No, my leg is not injured.”
Shi Ji hummed, withdrew his gaze, and walked out of the jungle first.
“Then follow on your own.”
Xie Zhuo’s brain had been through so much stimulation that it seemed a little dull. He just subconsciously took a step forward and followed.
The remaining students in the jungle were all stunned in unison.
“Why do I feel that what the commander just said is so…?”
“Which one is that?”
“‘It’s just your Xiao Yan who feels wronged?’ Mo Yan is Professor Mo Shan’s nephew, but Xie Zhuo is not related to the commander. It sounds so… ambiguous.”
“What’s so ambiguous about this? The commander is clearly treating his students like his own sons!”
The recorder then kindly reminded, “Students, there are still three minutes left before the end of the exam. Are you sure you don’t want to report your scores?”
“Fuck, stop pushing, I’ll go first!”
“My shoe! My shoe! My shoe fell off.”
“I’m fucking convinced. Whoever stole my prey while I was pulling out my shoes, do you have any manners at all?”
…
Shi Ji did not take Xie Zhuo to the medical room.
The shortest way out from the back mountain is to his villa.
He walked over and took a few wet tissues, motioning Xie Zhuo to sit on the sofa, “Sit.”
Xie Zhuo was covered in mud and blood. He glanced at the spotlessly clean beige sofa and slowly moved his feet.
The tissue that Shi Ji pulled out was ice-cold. After two seconds of silence, he turned on the hot water.
When I came over with the wet wipes emitting hot mist, I saw that the sofa was empty.
Xie Zhuo sat cross-legged on the ground.
“…”
Shi Ji handed him a warm wet towel and said, “Wipe the wound on your face.”
Xie Zhuo didn’t even know there was a wound on his face.
It was probably scratched accidentally by Mo Yan when he was struggling.
He took the hot wet wipes and rubbed it all over his face. When he felt the pain, he knew where the wound was.
After all, he didn’t dare to expect that the commander would wipe his face.
Shi Ji really didn’t have this plan.
He lowered his eyes, “Does your wrist hurt?”
Xie Zhuo wiped his face with one hand. The warm and moist temperature felt very comfortable on his face, with a faint fragrance. His voice was still a little hoarse, “Fortunately, I am unconscious…”
“Um.”
Shi Ji squatted down silently, glanced at his muddy hands, and reached out his hand to touch them lightly with an impatient look.
Suddenly, Xie Zhuo’s whole body trembled slightly.
He took off the wet wipes covering his face, his cheeks reddened by the steam, “Why…are you touching me?”
He is very dirty.
Shi Ji was silent for two seconds, then asked, “Aren’t you unconscious?”
Xie Zhuo didn’t say anything, but looked at him with a pair of moist peach blossom eyes. His pupils were dark and beautiful, and his long, cold eyelashes were a little wet.
“Look at me.”
Shi Ji said to him suddenly.
Xie Zhuo was looking at him, and the commander at such close range was astonished.
He had never seen such a beautiful person. Every stroke of her face seemed to be carefully carved by God, as clean and delicate as thin snow.
Shi Ji opened his lips slightly, “You like…”
Xie Zhuo almost blurted out, “I like it.”
“Want a banana?”
“…”
The air seemed a little awkward, and Xie Zhuo hesitated and replied, “Not bad.”
Shi Ji coughed lightly and the breeze from his lips fell on the boy’s cheek.
Seeing him staring at her, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be fascinated.
“What about oranges?”
Xie Zhuo didn’t know what strange question the commander was asking.
He was thinking and was about to answer when suddenly his wrist was grabbed by a cold hand. Before he could react, his wrist was twisted violently.
The pain of the joint being realigned made Xie Zhuo groan.
He frowned unconsciously and raised his head, his thin lips brushing the chin of the person in front of him, “Hmm…”
