Chapter 04 Crisis from blood relatives 5
After eating and drinking my fill, and reconciling with Xiao Luonan, I felt in a very good mood.
He took Xiao Luonan to the hospital to treat his wound, but he said it was just a minor wound and there was no need to make such a fuss.
In desperation, I had to compromise and took him to a small clinic outside the school for disinfection.
As a result, I put aside my plan to go to the calligraphy and painting club for training courses and went to Java.
By the time I remembered, the sun had already set and night had fallen.
The training class of the calligraphy and painting society had ended long ago.
Ahhh, oh no, it’s time for that girl Mu Xiyue to scold me again.
I checked the time, said goodbye to Xiao Luonan quickly, and ran towards the calligraphy and painting club.
That girl must be angry. The consequence of making Mu Xiyue angry is that she will definitely not bring my drawing board and paintbrush back to the dormitory.
I sighed helplessly. There was nothing I could do. It was my fault. I had no choice but to go there and get the things back myself.
Walking in the misty night, I came to the calligraphy and painting club.
Well, I’m lucky, the door of the calligraphy and painting club is still unlocked!
Does this mean that someone didn't leave?
I pushed open the door of the calligraphy and painting club, but found that the training classroom was empty.
Huh?
I followed the light and walked through the corridor, only to find that the door of the calligraphy and painting society's exhibition room was slightly ajar. The light shone through the door and fell on the quiet corridor.
Even the door of the showroom was not closed. Does this mean that Wei Jimo was still here?
My heart moved and I walked over with light steps.
Through the gap in the door, I indeed spotted Wei Jimo's back. Under the dim light, his back was reflected on the ground, and it was long.
Hey, what is that?
Looking in the direction he was looking, I immediately saw something hanging on the wall.
that is not……
Could it be that...
I was so excited that I accidentally knocked the door open. The door bounced back and hit the wall, making a harsh collision sound in the silent night sky.
"President, the painting, that painting, is it back?" Not caring that Wei Jimo would blame me for peeping, I pointed at the painting on the wall, so excited that I even stuttered.
"Yeah, I'm back." Unexpectedly, Wei Jimo didn't mean to blame me.
I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but at this moment, I don’t seem to hear any excitement in his voice.
“That’s great.”
I breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart, not knowing whether it was because Wei Jimu did not blame me or because the painting was finally returned.
"President, you don't have to worry now." I said, looking at Wei Jimo's figure.
"Really?" Wei Jimu raised the corner of his mouth, with indescribable fatigue in his tone.
Wait, what is happening?
It shouldn't be like this!
Wei Jimo's performance was so abnormal that it made me suspicious.
I walked closer to Wei Jimo, squinted my eyes, and began to look carefully at the painting on the wall.
"How...how could this happen?" I had seen this painting before, so at a glance I knew that this was the lost masterpiece of the famous artist.
However, although the painting was returned, it was obviously destroyed by someone!
I knew it, there’s no way Wei Jifeng would let Wei Jimu go so easily!
I originally thought that Wei Jimo had used some trump card to make Wei Jifeng return the painting obediently, but I didn't expect that things would turn out like this.
He was really going too far! He actually came up with such a dirty trick.
In just a moment, I had guessed what was going on - maybe Wei Jimo had reported Wei Jifeng's behavior to his family, so Wei Jifeng returned the painting under pressure. But when he returned it, he also damaged the painting. Although the damage was not obvious, Wei Jimo could no longer report to the school.
"President, what should we do about this?"
The bright and clear stars are reflected in the classroom lights from afar. Under the misty night sky, Wei Jimo's back is lonely and angry!
He didn't say anything. I don't know how long it took, so long that time seemed to freeze. The boy in front of me suddenly clenched his fists and smashed them against the glass window in front of him with a "bang".
Afterwards, Wei Jimo slowly curled up like a child and squatted down. On his right hand, which was holding his head, bright red blood slowly dripped down the back of his hand and landed on his white shirt.
Wei Jimo, who was so devastated and desperate, no longer had his former calmness and composure.
I knew he couldn't hold on any longer.
This is the real him, this is his true nature!
My original goal was almost achieved, but for some reason, I just couldn't feel happy at all.
Looking at the striking red on Wei Jimo's white shirt, I suddenly felt a vague worry in my heart -
There are only two days left before the three-day deadline stipulated by the school. Wei Jimo, what are you going to do to deal with this crisis carefully planned by your own blood relatives?
