Chapter 943: Master and Student Meet Again! (1)

Ji Qingwei hoped that Si Fuqing’s hand would never fully recover.

She understood the mentality of certain netizens all too well.

Right now, they were praising Si Fuqing for her rescue efforts, but if she did something less satisfactory later, they would be the first to criticize her.

With the OPL competition approaching, all the major teams had already headed to Eastern Mulberry to prepare.

The Five States team was the dark horse of this season, with esports fans optimistic about their chances of making it to the top four.

But with Si Fuqing’s severe hand injury and her role as the team captain, it was undoubtedly a significant blow to the Five States team.

If they failed, Si Fuqing, as a public figure, would inevitably face a torrent of abuse.

Thinking about this, Ji Qingwei’s mood improved slightly.

“By the way, the professors at Great Xia University said the international joint examination might be moved up to June,” Ji Longtai suddenly mentioned. “Qingwei, make sure to take care of your health and score high in the exam.”

Mrs. Ji was surprised. “Isn’t it usually in November? Why the sudden change?”

The international joint examination was the most important exam globally, and the date had never been changed before. Why now?

“It must be a directive from the Free State,” Ji Longtai speculated. “Some bigwig must have said something. Otherwise, an exam of this level wouldn’t change its schedule.”

Mrs. Ji nodded and affectionately stroked Ji Qingwei’s hair. “When the international joint examination comes, we can officially host a banquet for Qingwei, so everyone will know her.”

The college entrance exam didn’t hold much value for Ji Qingwei; there was no need for her to take it.

The Ji family’s goal had always been the Free State.

Ji Qingwei clenched her fingers tightly.

The international joint examination and the chip selection at Above the Cloud were her only hopes; she couldn’t afford to lose.

**

After enduring heavy rain and several earthquakes, Shan City was being rebuilt in an orderly fashion.

In recent days, other celebrities had remained quiet.

Especially those who considered themselves Si Fuqing’s rivals, they didn’t even dare to go on Weibo.

Song Wenhua had also been warned by her agent to avoid any activity, such as “accidentally liking” a post.

Song Wenhua took it to heart, but she couldn’t understand why Si Fuqing had gone to the front lines.

Donating money should have sufficed, why risk her life?

Luckily, nothing serious happened. If something had, it would have been too late for regrets.

Song Wenhua felt a bit agitated.

The art segment of “The Birth of an Employee” had concluded, and she needed to focus on preparing for the college entrance exams.

At least, she could make a comeback with her grades.

Song Wenhua consoled herself with this thought and began to memorize her textbooks.

**

In An City, Si Fuqing returned home safely, escorted by everyone.

She flopped onto her bed, rolling around happily. “Home beds are the softest, so comfortable.”

Yuejian walked in with a fruit platter, unable to hold back her rare anger. “Little Nine, you really are a worry!”

After Old Madam In left, Si Fuqing had been worried about potential threats and had asked Yuejian to protect In Yaonian and Ye Zhenmian.

Who knew such a big event would happen in just a few days.

“Third senior sister, I’m so cute. How can you bear to scold me?” Si Fuqing turned her head, raising her injured hands pitifully. “Look, my hands are hurt. It really hurts.”

Yuejian: “…”

She had been fooled by Si Fuqing’s appearance back then.

Sometimes her little junior sister seemed like a rabbit on the outside but was a dragon on the inside.

“I’m not scolding you, I’m worried about you,” Yuejian sighed, patting her head. “Just because you survived once doesn’t mean you’ll have another chance. Next time, think about yourself first.”

Si Fuqing responded with a couple of noncommittal hums.

Yuejian sighed again, “… I know you didn’t listen.”

The doorbell rang.

Nian Yi’an had returned from school, with Lin Jihuan tagging along.

Si Fuqing bit into a piece of watermelon and went to the living room.

“Qingqing!” Lin Jihuan wanted to rush forward and hug her but stopped, worried about hurting her. “How’s your hand?”

“It’s fine.” Si Fuqing flexed her fingers, smiling lightly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, really.”

“I’ve been so worried these past few days,” Lin Jihuan said, her heart aching. “But Qingqing, we all believe in you. Don’t let those keyboard warriors get to you.”

Si Fuqing said lazily, “Anyone who comes at me will be sued. They can help the manufacturing industry by sewing in prison.”

Lin Jihuan laughed, “Qingqing, did you know the international joint examination has been moved up to June?”