The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

The vice president was not good at sports, and his endurance was even worse. After running two and a half laps, he started to feel the weight of his footsteps.    

He panted, then looked at Wen Chen beside him. His face was not red, nor was he panting. He looked extremely relaxed.    

The vice president immediately felt the difference between people.    

"If there's anything that makes me hate campus life, it must be the physical test and the sports event that forced me to participate in the event!"    

The deputy president panted intermittently as he complained, "I hate sports!"    

Wen Chen cast a sidelong glance at him and Qing Qing coldly said, "Speak less and save some strength."    

After saying that, Wen Chen raised his hand to look at the time.    

Gu Huaiyu's class this morning was full. If the physical test ended early, perhaps they could have lunch at once.    

As soon as his thoughts landed, Wen Chen sped up.    

A thousand meters was easy for him.    

Wen Chen quickly ran to the first place. There was a layer of powder on his face, but there were no other abnormalities.    

The next moment - A girl suddenly rushed onto the runway!    

Wen Chen paused, and his body reacted first, quickly bypassing the girl.    

However, because the distance was too close and the reaction time was too short, even though he avoided colliding with the girl, Wen Chen still fell down.    

His right knee rubbed against the uneven plastic track, immediately bringing with it a burning pain.    

Gasps of alarm sounded everywhere. A group of people surrounded him, supporting him but not daring to support him. They could only anxiously squat in a circle and ask if he was alright or not.    

Wen Chen shook his head to indicate that he was alright. It was painful, but he could endure it.    

His skin was white. An abrasion suddenly appeared on his skin, making him look especially frightening.    

However, Wen Chen acted as if he did not feel anything. He looked up expressionlessly, his gaze passing through the crowd and looking at the girl who had suddenly rushed into the race track.    

During the physical test, there was no strict rule that other students were not allowed to enter the runway, but generally, everyone would tacitly allow the inner runway to be passed to the person taking the physical test.    

However, the girl seemed to have planned something and suddenly rushed into the runway, as if she wanted to intentionally trip him.    

Wen Chen's eyes turned cold. When he saw the girl's face, he suddenly thought of a person - Yang Yue.    

This girl had always been by Yang Yue's side.    

If this girl was doing this on purpose, then Yang Yue probably wouldn't be able to escape it either.    

A hint of coldness flashed through Wen Chen's calm eyes.    

And that girl seemed to have felt Wen Chen's gaze. Feeling guilty, she immediately slipped away.    

At this time, the sports committee quickly got closer and took a closer look. They waved their hands and said, "Hurry up and go to the school hospital. The last time I fell, I also went to the school hospital. They will help clean the wound and prescribe some medicine for the external application very quickly."    

The deputy president, who was also so tired that he could not catch his breath, also recovered. He quickly squeezed into the innermost part of the room. "Come, come, come. The situation is special, so there's no need to be particular. I'll help you to the hospital."    

After all, Wen Chen's mysophobia was as famous as his people.    

The students quickly got up to open the way.    

Wen Chen wanted to refuse, but when he saw the vice president who had run a kilometer and was so tired that he wanted to lie down, his worried expression, in the end, Wen Chen let him do as he pleased.    

In the infirmary.    

The wound that had been cleaned was swollen and swollen, and it looked even more serious.    

The doctor prescribed a bottle of liquid ointment for him and gave him a packet of cotton swabs that contained medicine. "Do it twice a day. It's only a matter of time. Remember not to touch water. Otherwise, the wound will become inflamed easily. It will also be very slow to recover."    

"Okay, okay, got it. Thank you, doctor."    

The deputy president took the ointment and immediately wanted to apply some ointment on Wen Chen. However, just as he was about to remove the cotton swab bag, he was stopped by Wen Chen.    

"No need. I will go back to the dormitory."    

Wen Chen insisted, but the deputy president had no other choice. He diligently sent Wen Chen to the dormitory and repeatedly reminded him not to touch the medicine before closing the door and leaving.    

The messages in the class group kept going on. Everyone sent him and the vice president a lot of questions to ask about the situation. Wen Chen opened it and roughly relayed what the doctor said to him. He reported that he was safe and turned off his phone to look at his injuries.    

After walking for a while, the wound that had just been washed not long ago started to bleed again.    

Wen Chen's fingertips lightly tapped a few times around the wound. He got up and turned on the dormitory light. He used his phone to take a detailed photo of the wound.    

In the photo, there was a large red and swollen ring around the bleeding wound. At first glance, the area of the wound was bigger than the actual wound. When the color of the cold and white skin was added to it, it was so miserable that it made one's heart ache.    

He sent the photo to Gu Huaiyu, who was at the top.