pdf-ebookys Chapter 183 Go with the flow
Chapter 183 Go with the flow
The moment Cheng Zhuoli spoke, the arena fell silent.
Yes, Ding Liang also has to apologize to everyone.
Everyone returned to their seats, eagerly awaiting the next moment.
Fu Shengyang also walked in from the door and sat in the place where An Xiaoyue had been sitting.
Hua Lan was so intimidated by his powerful aura that she silently moved closer to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping: No, I'm scared too.
Hana Ran: We're not afraid when we're together!
The two of them looked at An Xiaoyue and Cheng Zhuoli on the stage at the same time: Come back quickly!
Cheng Zhuoli very "friendly" put his arm around Ding Liang's shoulder and thoughtfully held up the microphone for him.
Even with Ding Liang's thick skin, he couldn't speak in front of dozens of eyes, and could only bite his lip tightly.
The scene was awkward for a while.
Ding Liang remained silent, while An Xiaoyue's backer sat below.
The principal touched his nose, finding it difficult to salvage the situation.
His original plan was to tell An Xiaoyue not to hold a grudge against Ding Liang.
He was genuinely afraid that Ding Liang might have a moment of despair and run to the rooftop to freefall, and then how would he handle the situation?
Now that Fu Shengyang has arrived, he sits in An Xiaoyue's seat, clearly intending to support her. He can't even utter a single word telling An Xiaoyue to let it go.
Ding Liang bit his lip hard, his face flushed red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
An Xiaoyue glanced at Ding Liang, understanding dawning on her.
She also benefited from the situation, so she gave Ding Liang a way out.
Thinking this, An Xiaoyue took the microphone from Cheng Zhuoli's hand and looked at the school leaders and judges on both sides of the stage.
"I think everyone is hungry, so let's go straight to the final awards ceremony."
The principal was more than happy to see this, and looked at Leng Yushan with a questioning gaze.
Leng Yushan glanced elsewhere unintentionally, pretending not to see.
He understood what the principal meant. With Fu Shengyang present, the principal dared not speak, so only he, the uncle, could speak up.
"Ahem~" The principal cleared his throat and asked with a smile, "What does Dean Leng think?"
Leng Yushan pondered for a moment, "Since Xiaoyue said so, the students must be hungry. Now that we're almost ready, let's proceed with the final awards ceremony."
Students: We're not hungry, we want to see Ding Liang apologize!
Cheng Zhuoli was a sensible man; he understood the principle of "if you want someone to perish, make them go mad."
He tightened his grip: "You got off easy."
Ding Liang winced in pain, but still managed a wry smile. "You still can't do anything to me!"
See? He doesn't need to apologize.
An Xiaoyue saw his smugness and the leaders were afraid that he would have psychological problems, which is why they made this plan.
He, on the contrary, thought that no one dared to make him apologize.
The host then proceeded with the awards ceremony and group photos.
An Xiaoyue sat down next to Fu Shengyang. "Why are you here?"
"I'm hungry," Fu Shengyang said casually, making up an excuse.
In fact, he was watching the live stream on his phone outside the whole time.
I wanted to support her, but Xiaoyue didn't care at all.
She sees human nature too clearly, yet too detachedly.
Given Xiaoyue's personality, she wouldn't care about baseless accusations unless they involved school leaders and the school's reputation.
"We can eat as soon as it's over," An Xiaoyue comforted him, instinctively reaching out to hold his arm, but then pulling her hand back when she remembered they were outside. "I'll treat the three of them to dinner later, we can all eat together."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Fu Shengyang's dark eyes were filled with love, and his voice was exceptionally gentle.
Hua Lan overheard their conversation and was filled with envy.
She couldn't help but secretly fantasize that if Chu Xiao were this gentle to her, she would dream of a wonderful life.
"Finally, the first-place winner of this competition, Zhou Ping's team, went on stage to receive their award."
As the host's voice rang out, An Xiaoyue and everyone else went on stage to receive their certificates and take group photos.
When the principal presented the awards and certificates, he gave each of the four students a detailed instruction.
"An Xiaoyue, keep it up."
"Cheng Zhuoli, once you start working, stop joking around and be serious."
"Hualan, you did a great job. Be brave."
"Zhou Ping, you have great organizational skills. In the future, please organize your classmates to participate in more competitions."
With this, the medical skills competition has come to a complete end.
Fu Shengyang was leaving with four hungry classmates when the principal called him back, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Shengyang stopped and waited for the other person to come forward.
The principal's face remained as kind and gentle as ever. "Mr. Fu, would you be free to have lunch together with the students who placed in the top three in our competition?"
The four of them lowered their heads in unison, silently chanting, "No, no, no, no."
Dining with your boss is never as enjoyable as dining alone.
Fu Shengyang: "I'm busy."
The principal's smile froze at the succinct words, "Take care, Mr. Fu."
Yes, Mr. Fu doesn't need a reason for doing things; if he's not free, he's simply not free.
Cheng Zhuoli finally got his wish and sat in the passenger seat of the Cullinan. "I'm riding in a Rolls-Royce, not because of my parents, not because of myself, but entirely because of my good classmates, hahaha~"
An Xiaoyue, Hua Lan, and Zhou Ping sat in the back row and smiled at his ease.
Zhou Ping and Hua Lan were somewhat envious of Cheng Zhuoli. No matter the occasion or the people he was facing, he could always be his true self.
If you're unhappy, curse; if you're happy, laugh out loud.
With his stubbornness, it's no wonder the principal told him to be more serious.
Because of Cheng Zhuoli's presence, everyone was not too restrained by Fu Shengyang's presence and enjoyed the meal quite a bit.
For the final group photo, Cheng Zhuoli kept his word and sat directly on the ground, giving Zhou Ping, the group leader, ample face.
Fu Shengyang hailed a taxi for the three of them and sent them back to school.
When An Xiaoyue returned to the Waterside Residence, she was exhausted.
She leaned against the bed, her hands weakly pounding her calves.
After washing his hands and changing his clothes, Fu Shengyang sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs and placed them on his thighs, massaging them with appropriate pressure.
"You've competed, you've won first place, are you satisfied now?"
"Hmm, that feels better." She felt relieved, but there was still something that made her uneasy.
"My uncle revealed my identity. I wonder if this will have any impact on my father?"
Fu Shengyang raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "What impact could it have? Don't overthink it."
Both Jiang Mianzhi and Fu Wantang were within their surveillance range.
As long as no one is watching Xiaoyue, he and his father-in-law can do things without any worries.
"Hmm~" An Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Just waiting for Lucky to be born."
"After practicing needlework for so long, it's finally come in handy!"
"Now it's just the two of them," Fu Shengyang teased her.
An Xiaoyue lowered her head in embarrassment after her little scheme was exposed.
She didn't deny it, saying, "I practiced for so long and worked so hard. When the opportunity came to me, of course I had to do my best."
An Xiaoyue isn't stupid.
Ding Liang's arrogance surprised her, but her suggestion to do another debridement and suturing was something she readily agreed to.
Just as Fu Shengyang said, she spent the most time stitching up the wound.
It is through her daily practice that she is able to sew grape skins together today.
Based on today's sutures alone, she already has one foot in the door of Beijing First People's Hospital.
At first, she also sewed pigskin, practicing little by little every day.
Even the Cullinan still had several strings tied to it, including knots, which she used for practicing on her way to and from school.
No one is born excellent.
Only through consistent, day-to-day effort can we see results.
“Your efforts have paid off, and you will become an outstanding doctor in the future.” Fu Shengyang knew all too well how hard she had worked. “Take a nap. After you fall asleep, I’ll go to the study to take care of some work.”
"Mmm." Fu Shengyang would stay with her every time she slept. No matter what was going on, he would deal with it after she fell asleep.
An Xiaoyue was indeed tired. After the competition ended, she relaxed completely and started to feel sleepy after eating.
Before long, she fell asleep with Fu Shengyang's gentle massage.
Fu Shengyang straightened the thin blanket for her, and after confirming that the room temperature was comfortable, he got up and went to the study.
"Dad, Xiaoyue's medical skills competition is over. She came in first place. There was a little hiccup though; Uncle revealed her true identity."
Fu Shengyang edited the good news and clicked to send it directly.