Chapter 982： Hand hurt

Yun Qianli and Xiao Xiao watched the car passing by. They thought it was just an ordinary bicycle on campus, and they didn't pay much attention at first.

It wasn't until a familiar cry suddenly came from behind that he suddenly realized something. When he turned his head, he saw Qi Anran and the owner of the bicycle both collapsed on the school road.

The two screamed, quickly turned back, and ran to Qi Anran's side: "An Ran, are you okay? Is there any injury? What's wrong with you? How can you ride a bicycle and hit someone?"

The boy on the bike stood on the side busy apologizing with an apologetic look: "Sorry, sorry, I was too anxious. I rushed to the test, but I didn’t find that the brakes of my car failed. I just didn’t control it. I'm really sorry that I bumped into you. Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

When Yun Qianli saw that he had admitted his mistakes and had a good attitude, they were not good at verbalizing at him, and they only cared about Qi Anran's injury.

After all, it was just a bicycle. Qi Anran was not badly injured, but when he was knocked down, his hands, especially his right hand, rubbed the bumpy concrete pavement on the school road, and blood stains were wiped out. It hurts to look at it.

Looking at the bruises on Qi Anran's hands, Yun Qianli couldn't help but gasped. The first reaction was to take out a tissue and wipe it.

But there were people walking on this road every day, and there was a lot of dust and grit. No matter how they wiped it, they only wiped out blood marks, and there was no way to wipe off the dust on the edges of the wound.

When Yun Qianli saw this, her face became dark, and he took Qi Anran's hand to take her to the infirmary.

Qi Anran didn't move, and frowned, "The exam time is almost up."

The boy who hit Qi Anran heard the words and hurriedly persuaded: “It won’t take much time to dress up the wound. I’m the one who’s wrong. If you don’t, let me send your classmates to the infirmary and treat me as a general. A chance to break the crime."

Qi Anran twisted his eyebrows and insisted unexpectedly: "It's too late."

The school has regulations that the final exam must enter the exam room on time. If you have not arrived 15 minutes after the exam, you cannot enter the exam room even if it comes last.

Adding to the time they took to treat the wound, it must be more than fifteen minutes.

If she can't enter the examination room, her grades in this last subject can only be returned to zero.

Yun Qianli was stunned, and quickly realized that Qi Anran was worried about something, her face changed slightly, but then she gritted her teeth as if she was determined, "Go to the infirmary, isn't it just an exam? How important is your body? Besides, your hand is hurting like this, how to hold the pen and how to do the problem?"

"Yes, yes, classmate, the injury on your hand looks very serious. Don't try to do it. It won't take much time to bandage. If it's really too late, won't there be make-up exams? Don't worry, the school I won’t just let you fail to graduate."

"No need." Qi Anran squinted, avoiding the man reaching out to touch his hand, "Some things can be solved once, I don't like to drag it to the second time. This classmate, I don't need to hold you back It’s my business, and you have no right to interfere with my decision."

Qi Anran looked at the man with a calm and indifferent gaze, as if he could see through his eyes to see what he was thinking.

The man was agitated and hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes showed a little guilty conscience unconsciously.