School infirmary.
Gu Lan looked at her hand, bandaged like a pig's trotter, and cursed Jiang Zhou a hundred times in her heart.
That Rubbish King is a disaster from head to toe.
At the door.
Jiang Zhou stood like a stone statue, unmoving.
His gaze was fixed only on the bandage on Gu Lan's hand.
On the bandage, the red stain was still slowly expanding.
Glaring.
Gu Lan waved her hand at him.
"Hey, Rubbish King, why are you just standing there? Give me a hand."
Jiang Zhou didn't move.
He cast one last look at her.
Turned around.
And ran out without looking back.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Gu Lan shouted after him.
Jiang Zhou did not answer.
With all his strength, he ran back to that chaotic warehouse.
He charged to the workbench.
Looking at the pile of scrap parts and shattered glass.
His hands trembled.
Picked up the soldering iron.
Grabbed the multimeter.
In his mind, the once chaotic and disordered data suddenly became crystal clear.
