Chapter 516: Fell While Eating Watermelon

Both turned their heads at the same time, Lin Tingsong rose accordingly, concluded his words, "Alright, that's it for today, I'm leaving first."

Mu Youyu put down her paintbrush, tone gentle: "Take care, Professor."

Jiang Liangjin: "Professor Lin, take your time."

Lin Tingsong walked to the door, then suddenly turned back to scrutinize Jiang Liangjin, "Young man, look after her well."

What short drama did Professor Lin watch again? What is this way of address?

Jiang Liangjin nodded, "Of course, Professor Lin."

Lin Tingsong said no more, pushed the door and left.

Mu Youyu washed her paintbrush clean, tidied the desk a bit, then picked up her coat, "Let's go."

Jiang Liangjin took her bag and coat, and the two walked downstairs one after the other.

After dinner, the evening class of the first day of military training officially began.

The freshmen of the Art School were assigned to the multimedia classroom; when Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin arrived, the room was already half full.

On the big screen, a national defense education promotional video was playing, showing neat formations and fluttering flags.

The counselor was absent; a trainer in military training uniform sat on the podium, posture straight.

They slipped in through the back door and sat in the rear.

Mu Youyu pulled out her phone and happened to receive a selfie from Lin Ning taken at the Royal Drama Academy in Y Guo: 【The teacher had us improvise, I played a tree—pretty impressive, right?】

Mu Youyu: 【Hello, Tree Spirit Sister】

The other side instantly replied with a long string of smiling faces.

The promotional video on the big screen switched timely, shifting from the promo to a national defense technology exhibition; the clip of a jet slicing through clouds paired with a low narration was actually quite refreshing.

Mu Youyu noticed something, poked Jiang Liangjin's arm, "That plane looks a bit like the one Brother Yichi rode last time."

Most people she knows, including her family, simply buy a plane they like and can afford, then hire someone to fly it.

As for Mu Yichen and Mu Yichi, they rarely take the family's private plane.

When going out, they more often use motorcycles; if pressed for time, they directly dispatch a dedicated aircraft, operating under a separate system, not on the same track as other family members.

Jiang Liangjin followed her gaze, "Not really; Yichi said it's a concept craft, this one is active service."

Mu Youyu let out an "oh," then drew her gaze back.

After the national defense education video ended, everyone watched a parade documentary.

The program ended on schedule, and thus a fine day came to a close.

The next day at noon, the sun blazed fiercely.

Mu Youyu emerged from the cafeteria holding a bowl of icy tangyuan, beads of condensation on the cup sliding down her fingers.

Jiang Liangjin walked beside her, one hand holding an umbrella, also carrying several packets of packaged fruit tea she had prepared, heading toward the training base in the east district.

Passing the intermediate class, Mu Youyu caught sight of someone sitting by the flowerbed in her peripheral vision.

Beside that person lay a half-eaten watermelon; their pant legs were rolled up to the knees, exposing a section of calf, the ankle wrapped in thick bandages, appearing to have suffered a serious injury not long ago.

He lowered his head, scooping at the half watermelon with a spoon.

Mu Youyu paid no mind, withdrew her gaze and continued forward.

Jiang Liangjin, however, tilted his head at that moment, his gaze briefly lingering on the bandaged leg before moving away as if nothing.

Jiang Xiao by the flowerbed sensed something, lifted his head, and his eyes met Jiang Liangjin's squarely.

Jiang Xiao instinctively curled his injured leg, but it didn't retract, and pain instantly spread.

His brows furrowed at once, his movement froze mid-air; in the end he could only hold his original posture, pretending nothing had happened.

Mu Youyu noticed Jiang Liangjin's step lagged by a beat, and she slowed her pace as well, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jiang Liangjin withdrew his gaze, lowered the umbrella a little, gently guiding her toward him, "Let's go, this side is sunny."

Mu Youyu had no suspicion, obediently followed him forward.

Jiang Xiao sat silently in place, watching the two's backs, his spoon stuck in the watermelon, unmoving for a long while.

He lowered his head to glance at his awkward leg, tears welling up inside.

Yesterday morning, he descended the dormitory building preparing for his 8 a. m. class; halfway, some damned person came out of nowhere, bumped his shoulder, and accidentally stepped on his ankle.

The force was so great his balance lurched forward, his knee struck the stairs, instantly reddening; the stepped-on ankle throbbed terribly, and when he rose he got knocked again.

That person muttered an apology and fled; he didn't even get a clear look at their face, and couldn't catch up.

The campus clinic said it was a soft tissue contusion, treated him, and advised him to move less.

Afterwards, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got; he hobbled to the surveillance room, waited an hour to retrieve the footage, matched the person's route, and discovered they weren't from this school—investigating would be a hassle.

After stewing over it, he again felt reporting was unnecessary, so the matter fizzled out.

Yesterday his roommate teased him, "Haven't you checked the almanac before going out these two days? You bumped into Mu Youyu and got stepped on—your luck is worse than any mercury retrograde."

Jiang Xiao at the time didn't think in other directions, just figured he was unlucky.

Now he sat by the flowerbed, covertly watching those two receding silhouettes, and suddenly felt his ankle hurt more.

He withdrew his gaze, stared at the watermelon chunk in his hand, lost his appetite, stuck the spoon into the rind, propped himself on the flowerbed edge and slowly rose, then limped away in the opposite direction.

Fine, can't he just avoid it?

Jiang Liangjin's lips curled slightly, drawing a faint smile.

Mu Youyu keenly caught his subtle expression shift and asked, "What are you smiling at?"

"I wasn't smiling."

Mu Youyu didn't believe him, instinctively glanced at the male student struggling to move, feeling something off, "His leg..."

"Probably from eating watermelon and falling." Jiang Liangjin's expression was calm, "He was fine the day before yesterday."

"He really is unlucky." Mu Youyu agreed, her peripheral vision catching the half-eaten watermelon left on the ground, "But why didn't he take his watermelon with him?"

Jiang Liangjin reached out to pull her back, a hint of jealousy in his tone, "Don't look."

Mu Youyu's ice tangyuan in her hand almost slipped; she fumbled and steadied the cup's side, "What are you doing? Almost spilled."

Jiang Liangjin loosened his grip, helped her straighten the cup, "Look at Future Path."

I know.