Chapter 52: The Rise and Fall of Branching Disciplines (09)

  Back in the hall, Chen Haonan repeated what their class teacher Wang Ze had said, and everyone cheered and dispersed. Because his shoulders were sore, Chen Haonan's footsteps were very slow, and before long, everyone else was gone, but he continued to walk slowly...

  The night fell silent again, Chen Haonan walked on the moonlit road, thinking about what had happened today, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

  As he approached the dormitory gate, Chen Haonan couldn't help but look up at the moon. The bright moon was in the sky, and the gentle breeze made it a rare and beautiful night scene!

  Who would have thought that a black shadow suddenly darted out, Chen Haonan's heart was startled, and he almost fell over. But when he looked closely, he found Xiao Qiuyue standing in front of him, and he immediately patted his chest, complaining: "Ah! Xiao Qiuyue, you little devil, how are you like a ghost? You almost scared me to death!"

  Xiao Qiuming smiled foolishly and said, "Are there really so many ghosts in this world? I think you're too timid! If we're brothers, just call me 'Qiuming' directly, it's more intimate that way!"

  "Alright!" Chen Haonan also smiled and said, "Then I'll just call you 'Qiu Ming' from now on. You can call me 'Haonan', my good friends all call me that - but don't drag me into the underworld, I still need to study hard!"

  "What's the matter?..." Xiao Qiuyue waved her hand and smiled foolishly, "By the way, is your shoulder better? That slap wasn't light!"

  "It's a bit better, but it still hurts." Chen Haonan said truthfully, and as he spoke, his hand involuntarily rubbed his shoulder again.

  "Here, you take this!" Xiao Qiuyue said as she handed over a small bag.

  "What's wrong?" Chen Haonan asked in a low voice, but his hand was still rubbing his shoulder.

  "A bottle of red flower oil, a bottle of trauma wine, and several pieces of tiger plaster." Xiao Qiuming took out the things in his small bag one by one to show them, then continued to say, "Now your new classmates haven't moved into our dormitory yet. When you go back to your dormitory later, find someone to help you use red flower oil and trauma wine to rub your shoulders hard, then tear off a piece of plaster and stick it on..."

  "Alright, I won't be polite then, take it away!" Chen Haonan smiled and took the bag.

  "Hey! Are you two coming in or not? I'm going to close the door!" Suddenly, the old man guarding the dormitory gate shouted loudly towards this side.

  "Got it, sir!" Chen Haonan and Xiao Qiuming replied in unison before running into the dormitory building one after another...

  Back in the dormitory, Chen Haonan saw that everyone else was asleep and didn't dare disturb their good dreams. He applied some ointment on his own, gritted his teeth to bear the pain, and rubbed his shoulder vigorously. Then he gently shook his arm again and stuck another tiger-skin plaster on it before getting into bed.

  Lying in bed, Chen Haonan couldn't help but think about everything that happened today, feeling a bit strange - as if he had experienced a whole year - and yet it seemed like all these things were deliberately arranged by heaven... Nevertheless, the first day of entering the liberal arts class passed like this, although there was some wind and rain and twists and turns, and many unexpected events, but fortunately, no harm was done.

  Before falling asleep, Chen Haonan couldn't help but smile foolishly. However, this smile of his unknowingly contained what kind of meaning!