"You have done a good job," the instructor comforted her in blunt English, "Yan Yi... he is a bit stricter, you know? Once in school, when he was being punished physically, we punished him to do two hundred push-ups, and he
I will do twice as much.”
Baoer choked with sobs
The instructor continued: "He is a very good person. Many times the corporal punishment is requested by him. Our instructor thinks that he has done a good job, but he is not satisfied."
He could get away with it once, but he became the person who was punished the most, so he could finish his PhD degree at the age of sixteen. Baoer, you are also excellent, you are the bravest girl I have ever seen."
Baoer then smiled softly: "Thank you, instructor"
"It will be very sore to walk these days, but it will be fine in a few days." The instructor stretched out his hand, "Children recover quickly."
"I'll get up by myself," Bao'er said, supporting the ground and slowly standing up.
Her knees and calves were so sore that she wanted to lie on the ground and could hardly move her legs.
The instructor was about to help her and take her to the car, but he heard a deep voice: "I'll come."
Bao'er looked up. Under the hazy night, Mu Nianqing slowly walked over. She didn't know when he appeared. Maybe she was too focused on dancing.
His somewhat charming eyes were now full of concern and distress, and he hugged Bao'er sideways.
"Instructor, I will send her back."
The instructor nodded
Mu Nianqing hugged Bao'er and got into the car, but she didn't intend to put her down.
Baoer felt very uncomfortable and said: "My butt doesn't hurt, I can sit down."
Mu Nianqing was not amused by this humorous remark. He gently let her sit next to him and said, "Yan Yi still has the same character. Do you think that doubling the punishment is corporal punishment?"
Baoer smiled bitterly, feeling very sad. At this moment, he was chatting and laughing at the banquet. Who cares about her life and death?
"I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup," Mu Nianqing said
Baoer shook his head: "No need, I haven't broken my leg yet."
"It won't work if you hurt your muscles and bones," Mu Nianqing said firmly.
Bao'er said: "Send me back to...Mo's house"
She wanted to send me home, but suddenly she felt awkward, so she added the word "Mo" to draw a clear line with Mo Yanyi. Who cares about being a member of the Mo family?
Mu Nianqing gasped slightly, looking at Bao'er's stubbornness, she could only say: "Uncle Chen, go to Mo's house."
Along the way, Baoer was not interested in talking.