Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

3.17

　　As soon as Feng Mingxu left, Xu Wei and Wang Zhanqing naturally followed him, and before leaving, they did not forget to thank Shen Mian.

　　Shen Mian just said: "Please send Mingxu to the hospital. He probably doesn't want to see me now."

　　Xu Wei responded, "Of course, of course, don't worry, Brother Shen Shi, the Second Young Master is just tough on the outside but soft on the inside, don't bother with him."

　　Wang Zhanqing also said: "Let's persuade him later and ask him to apologize to you."

　　Shen Mian smiled and said, "Thank you."

　　At this time, the leaders of the military academy arrived and dispersed the onlookers. As for punishment, no one dared to mention it.

　　These two students, one is the only grandson of Marshal Wen, and the other is the most valued heir of the Feng family. Both are geniuses that appear once in a century and will surely stand at the top of the empire in the future. Who would dare to offend them?

　　Shen Mian turned around and looked at Wen Rui who was standing there in shock. He sighed softly and said, "Although I have a lot of things to ask you, I'd better help you treat your wound first."

　　Wen Rui raised his eyes slightly, looked at the beautiful and delicate face of the young man in front of him, and nodded slightly.

　　Shen Mian frowned. Wen Rui at this moment was very different from the top student in the military academy who was always meticulous, serious and formal in Shen Mian's impression.

　　He was born into the most respected Wen family in the empire and received the most orthodox and excellent education since childhood. Although he was born into a noble family, he did not have the rebelliousness of aristocratic children and had a simple and upright heart, which was rare.

　　Among all the people Shen Mian had ever met, he was most like Feng Jue. He was always calm and composed, and used the most rational thinking mode to solve all problems.

　　He even felt that Feng Jue intended to train Wen Rui as his successor.

　　However, the young man in front of him rolled up his sleeves, his fists were stained with someone's blood, his lips were scratched, and there was a bloody mark on his cheek. He looked embarrassed, but also ruthless.

　　Completely unfamiliar.

　　This was not the boy he was familiar with.

　　Shen Mian slowly walked up to him and held the boy's injured arm, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

　　Wen Rui stared at him without blinking, then suddenly took action, grasped Shen Mian's slender wrist with his backhand, and said, "Go back to the dormitory."

　　Shen Mian paused, and felt a sticky touch on his wrist, which was blood.

　　He frowned slightly and said, "It's up to you."

　　Wen Rui's stern face softened a little, but the strength on his wrist did not decrease at all. He was like grasping a life-saving straw, not giving Shen Mian any chance to escape.

　　He lived in a single room, which was not luxuriously furnished, but more like a single apartment than a student dormitory.

　　Wen Rui probably knew that his image was not good now, so he went to the bathroom on his own initiative, washed the blood off his body, and then sat down next to Shen Mian with his medicine box.

　　After all, military school students are different from ordinary students. They have to undergo extremely rigorous special training every day. Injuries are commonplace, and they basically prepare a first aid kit for emergency use.