Chapter 25: Night infirmary visit (1/2)
Chapter 25: Night infirmary visit
The great battle between Holy Dawn Academy and Southern Monsoon Academy ended with Chris’ desperate, lonely fight against the tide.
The match had already ended, but Ayrin stood outside the Holy Dawn Arena, unwilling to go away for a long while.
“What, are you planning to ambush the most arrogant Southern Monsoon guy in the stands just now?” Belo looked at Ayrin’s appearance and immediately became excited. He cracked his knuckles. “Did you clearly see which one it was?”
“They all clapped for Chris at the end. Stop always thinking about this kind of stuff, alright?” Ayrin became dizzy on the spot. He said, “I just feel very happy when I think of the overbearing way they came and the way they’re leaving all crestfallen now.”
Belo rolled his eyes at Ayrin. “Stop being so boring.”
“We won this match in such a spectacular way, such a moving way, so why does it seem like the other people in our school don’t seem as happy as me?” Ayrin looked at the crowd of people around him, then his gaze fell on Belo once again. “Could it be that most of the students in our academy are freaks like you?”
“Everything would be better if they were like me. We’d have beaten other academies into submission a long time ago, then their students would have to pay protection fees when they come to our school.” Belo snorted coldly, looking at Ayrin as if he were looking at an idiot. “They’re not as excited as you because they’re not as foolish as you. They all know victory in a preliminary match doesn’t mean anything. They’re all normal people, they’re all going to think that, in a mere preliminary match, a trivial unknown third-rate school that’s never even appeared in the main qualifiers before already has such a strong team, they already made Chris injured so heavily. Then in the future when we fight against these teams that enter the national tournament year in and year out, how would it turn out?”
“How can you know what the result will be if you haven’t fought yet.” Ayrin looked at Belo and asked, “Belo, her injuries won’t be too severe right?”
“You’ve asked this question five times already since we came out.”
Belo turned away in irritation, but he suddenly thought of something and his eyes immediately brightened with craftiness and excitement. “Since you’re so worried, why don’t you simply go visit her at the infirmary?”
“Can I?”
Ayrin became immediately spirited. “Can I go see her?”
“Have you ever heard about patients being denied visits?” Belo said with a cold snort.
“Then let’s go right now!” Impatience was written all over Ayrin’s face.
“If you go right now, aren’t you afraid you’ll hinder her treatments?”
“Then when are we going?”
“We can go tonight before bedtime.”
“Before bedtime?” Ayrin thought something was a little out of place. He couldn’t help staring at Belo. “Will the infirmary let us in if we go there so late? Aren’t you worried about disturbing the wounded team members during their rest?”
“Don’t you need to complete the foundation training teacher Huston arranged? Didn’t you claim you were going to help Chris dominate the country? If you don’t train hard, you won’t even be a match for the guys in the current Holy Dawn team. They’d send you flying with a casual slap.” Belo turned his head away and didn’t even look at Ayrin. “I stayed a long time inside the academy’s infirmary, I’m very familiar with that place. Plus I have very good relationships with the medical masters inside. The fewer people there are, the easier it’ll be to go in.”
“That’s right, I have to train hard. Then we’ll go tonight after we complete our training.” Ayrin didn’t doubt Belo’s words. He said excitedly, “Then let’s first go to the commercial street right now.”
Belo frowned. “Go to the commercial district, why?”
“To buy a few gifts of course.” Ayrin said as a matter of course, “Don’t tell me you can visit a patient empty-handed?”
Belo felt that Ayrin was truly an idiot, truly troublesome, but then thinking that he managed to cheat him into visiting the infirmary at night, he merely humphed quietly and no longer complained. He followed Ayrin to the commercial street.
“Ayrin!”
Ayrin heard someone call him as soon as they reached the commercial street. He turned his head, curious, and saw it was a fatty in white chef clothes, his face flushed red.
“It’s you?”
Ayrin stared blankly, and only remembered when he saw the shop behind this fat boss. He scratched his head. “So it’s you, boss, how come your Super Giant Fried Pork Ribs store hasn’t closed shop yet?”
“How can you say that.” The fat boss scolded him with a smile and cheerfully said, “My business is booming, why would I close shop.”
Ayrin glanced around. It seemed business was indeed flourishing, so he became a little curious. “Didn’t everyone curse you back then and call you an unscrupulous profiteer, many people said they’ll never buy your pork chops again, how did your business become so good now?”