Carson was complacent since the three boys fled away.He was stunned when he heard the voice
coming from behind.He quickly turned around and found himself looking straight into Victor’s eyes "You
can talk?"
Carson looked Victor up and down and then walked up to him.
"Aren’t you dumb?"
Victor just looked at Carson with displeasure.He then turned around, picked up his water bottle, and
began walking away from Carson.
Carson was incensed that Victor could just ignore him.
"Hey, I’m talking to you!"
Victor didn’t even flinch at Carson’s furious voice.He continued walking toward his classroom.
Carson had never been treated like this before.
He stood there, looking at Victor’s back.He somehow had a feeling that Victor was displeased that he
had scared the three people away.
But he had helped him.
So why should Victor be unhappy? Not far away, the dean was going on a tour of inspection.
Seeing the dean, Carson stopped running after Victor.
But Victor didn’t seem to see the dean at all.
The dean was known for being strict.It was time for class now.
If he saw Victor and Carson strolling outside the classroom, he would definitely stop them and question
them.
Whatever reason they gave, the dean would think that they just slacked off.
Carson was an excellent student, which was why his teachers tended to indulge him.
They would turn a blind eye to such things as Carson leaving the classroom to fetch water.
But the dean thought differently.If he caught a student slacking off, he would show him no mercy.It
didn’t even matter if he was an excellent student like Carson.
Not to mention the three people, even Carson was afraid of the dean.
Thinking of this, Carson quickened his pace.
He then grabbed Victor, quickly ducked into the equipment room, and closed the door.
"Hello, sir."
From behind the door, Carson heard two students greeting the dean.
They seemed to have just finished their gym class.
The dean acknowledged their greetings.
In a serious tone, he asked, "Are you having gym class?"
"Yes.But the PE teacher said we can do whatever we want.We’re going back to the classroom."
"The PE teacher isn’t really letting you do whatever you want.What he wants you to do is exercise on
the playground, and not sit in the classroom.Now, you go back to the playground."
"Yes, sir."
The students turned around to do as the dean said.
The dean went on with his tour of inspection after the two students were gone.
Carson breathed a sigh of relief.
He sneered as he thought of the exchange between the students and the dean.
"Stupid.No wonder they were scolded by the old man!"
Carson then felt a little cold.He rubbed his arms and wondered why he suddenly felt cold.
"Achoo!" Carson sneezed.
When he turned around, he saw Victor standing not far behind him, with his back against the light.
Victor kept a straight face, just like the dean.
Carson seemed to see cool air radiating from Victor’s body.He touched the tip of his nose and
remembered that he pulled him in instinctively.
"Well… Don’t look at me like that."
Under Victor’s gaze, Carson felt a little uncomfortable but he gathered himself.
"I was helping you.You’re a new student here, right? You don’t know how strict our dean can be.You
wouldn’t want to be seen by him holding a bottle of water outside the classroom.He’ll reprimand you
straight away and you’ll never hear the end of it."
His eyes on Carson, Victor just stood there, looking stolid.
Carson continued, "Look, this is the second time t have helped you.Why are you looking at me like
you’re holding a grudge against me? I’m your senior, and twice I’ve helped you out of the kindness of
my heart.The least you could do is say thank you.And don’t pretend to be dumb.I know you can talk."
When Carson was done talking, Victor began to walk towards the door.
Carson noted that he and Victor were about the same height.
Victor’s face was devoid of emotions which made him look frightening.
Carson swallowed and tried to avoid Victor’s eyes.
"What do you want? Fight with me? Let me tell you, I practice Taekwondo…"
Before Carson could finish his words, Victor walked past him.He then grasped the doorknob, pressed it
down, and opened the door.
Carson couldn’t believe what was happening.
Before walking out of the door of the equipment room, Victor turned around and glanced at Carson.
"Thank you," he said coldly.
Carson opened his eyes, returning to the present.
After talking for quite a while, Carson felt parched in his throat.
He put down his hands on his lap and adjusted his sitting position.
Looking serious, he asked, "Can you believe that Victor could be such an austere person? He has
been cold since he was a child.When I first met him, I wanted to ask someone to make a plate for him."
Rachel turned to look at Carson.
"There could only be four words on the plate-stay away from me." Carson joked.
"That is appropriate," Rachel said.
Carson touched the tip of his nose.
"I also think those words suit him all right.What a pity that I haven’t made a plate for him until
now.When he comes out, I will definitely make one for him.The words on the plate, however, have to be
changed.I’ll have the words ‘a touch man’ written on it." Carson chuckled.
"If he can survive this time, he has been through two dangerous situations.With his personality, I guess
he will not die easily."
Carson suddenly stopped laughing.
Rachel’s eyes darkened.
The door of the operating room opened again.
A different doctor came out and approached them.
"The patient suffered a massive hemorrhage in the chest and he badly needs blood.And we have a
situation here.The vehicle carrying the people who went to secure blood from the blood bank has been
caught at a roadblock.Are there any people here with blood type A that can donate blood?"
Lukas hurried forward and said, "Please draw my blood."
As he spoke, Lukas rolled up his sleeve.The doctor looked at Lukas and frowned.
"I’m sorry, sir.There are some requirements to expect for blood donors at your age.And we do need the
blood right away."
"Look, I’m fine. I’m in good health."
"I can donate blood." Rachel stood up.
"Draw my blood."
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