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Chapter 405: Chapter 286 Life-saving_2
"Tianpeng, what’s happening inside?" Shen Xinli, standing only at a little over 1.7 meters, couldn’t see clearly.
Yan Tianpeng, a sturdy man of 1.9 meters, usually had a wide field of vision wherever he went.
He looked inside, but because Pang Jiao and others sat down, Yan Tianpeng couldn’t get a clear view.
However, Yan Tianpeng, relying on his strength, directly pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside, allowing Shen Xinli to take advantage of his efforts and follow him in.
The sight that met Shen Xinli was so painful it felt like his life force was being drained away.
Zhang Yifei was pressing on Luo Jun’s chest, while Pang Jiao was bent over his face, giving artificial respiration.
At this moment, Shen Xinli felt as if he had eaten an extremely sour candy, his facial features twisted to the extreme.
The faces of the students watching around were equally expressive, as if they had seen a ghost; they’d never encountered something this stirring in their entire lives!
Some students took out their phones to capture the scene.
Shen Xinli seemed to relive the scene from that day on the sports field, wanting to escape, but unable to.
Behind him was a dense crowd, and without Yan Tianpeng clearing the way, he couldn’t leave at all.
Shen Xinli could only watch helplessly, akin to a form of punishment.
He saw his former self in this scene.
Yet, as time passed, the pain in his heart gradually eased a little.
He was not alone.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only person in the world who had suffered such a fate.
"It’s my turn now, my turn!" urged Zhang Yifei.
Pang Jiao spit out a mouthful with a loud noise, reluctantly lifting her face.
The students only saw the boy lying on the ground, his face covered in lipstick marks as though he had been ravaged.
As soon as Pang Jiao moved her face away, Zhang Yifei eagerly leaned in.
She affectionately cradled the pale face, looking at it as if it were a rare treasure.
Zhang Yifei’s sharply defined square face moved closer, and even closer.
With Pang Jiao performing the compressions, Zhang Yifei bent down and her face made contact.
Her approach differed from Pang Jiao’s ferocity; Zhang Yifei was fierce!
But within that fierceness, there was a tender woman’s touch, and the spit sound she made during the artificial respiration was more melodious and pleasant than Pang Jiao’s.
Xu Yan stood by, extremely embarrassed, her cheeks slightly red.
It was too shameful, was this really artificial respiration?
It certainly wasn’t like this in TV shows.
The students around covered their faces, unable to watch.
Not only the students, but cafeteria staff also arrived. An old man who cooked saw the scene and, if he hadn’t known it was a rescue, he would have burst out in a loud chastisement.
In the bright light of day, under the vast sky, to do such a thing!
Shen Xinli’s feelings were complicated at that moment; he was pained yet delighted.
He had thought he was the epitome of misery, wallowing in his sorrow and unable to extricate himself, only to discover others had it much worse.
Pang Jiao yelled, "What are you doing?"
"You’re not saving someone!" With a strong push, she shoved Zhang Yifei away and then threw herself on Luo Jun to perform artificial respiration.
Zhang Yifei was in the middle of delivering carbon dioxide with gusto when she was pushed.
Unwilling to let it go, she pushed Pang Jiao away and took her place again.
So the two stopped performing the compressions and took turns to perform artificial respiration.
At one point, they almost came to blows!
Everyone looked on in astonishment.
Luckily for Luo Jun, he was a lucky one, as he suddenly awoke from the darkness, feeling like he had endured a nightmare.
In his dream, he was sleeping on a bed that only had a cold plank for a mattress, oh so cold.
He had fallen asleep, but in the great crevice between the headboard and the mattress, a stout python wriggled out and swallowed him whole.
He struggled frantically, waking up in terror.
His eyes opened to see a square-faced girl approaching him.
Because she was so close, he could see every mole on her face quite clearly.
Luo Jun wanted to scream, to make that face get away from him, but before he could make a sound, Zhang Yifei had already pressed down.
He couldn’t make a sound; he could only passively endure the agony.
After a dozen or so seconds, Luo Jun was nearly suffocated to death.
Just then, that face finally moved away.
Luo Jun gasped for air like someone who had fallen into water and hadn’t even had time to react before another face was pressed down upon him.
He cried out in fear, "Take it away!"
As soon as he spoke, his mouth was sealed again.
Facing Pang Jiao’s ravaging, he could not resist at all.
Xu Yan, seeing Luo Jun awake, hurriedly shouted, "Stop it, he’s awake, he’s awake!"
"If this keeps up, he’s going to pass out again."
Righteous students nearby attempted to intervene, "Yes, let him go!"
"It’s too brutal!"
Luo Jun’s good brother, Gu Tai, finally made his move, charging forward to push Pang Jiao away.
However, Zhang Yifei glared at him angrily.
Gu Tai’s face darkened, he could feel that the stocky, square-faced fat woman in front of him was definitely a formidable opponent.
Of course, if it came to a fight, he could probably win.
But beating a woman was nothing to be proud of, and if he got hurt in the process, that would be truly embarrassing.
Good brother Luo Jun had already lost face, and as the ’Black Evil’ of the Black and White Double Killers, he was the last bastion of dignity.
Besides, although the other party had gone too far, they were, after all, Luo Jun’s lifesavers.
Gu Tai’s expression softened, he persuaded:
"Luo Jun has woken up, let him go."
"Yeah, the teacher and the doctor will be here soon!" Xu Yan followed up.
Hearing this, Pang Jiao finally loosened her mouth.
Luo Jun had nearly died just now; he gasped for air greedily, thankful for his narrow escape from death.
Gu Tai stepped forward and helped him up.
Luo Jun’s mind was foggy, and he staggered a bit until, with Gu Tai’s help, he finally steadied himself.
He looked around blankly at the crowd; his face was covered in lipstick marks and the purplish bruises from being sucked on.
He saw everyone looking at him, their expressions a mix of laughter, quirkiness, sympathy, and shock.
Luo Jun had never seen so many strange looks all at once.
He couldn’t help but ask, "What are you all looking at?"
"And, my mouth hurts so much!"
As soon as these words came out, like hitting a start button, Luo Jun shuddered, his consciousness instantly returning.
He finally remembered everything that had happened just before.
He slowly turned his gaze to the faces of Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei. What kind of faces were they?
Luo Jun would never forget them for as long as he lived.
Yan Tianpeng shouted, "Class 8’s Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei gave you CPR!"
’CPR?!’
’They gave me CPR?’
Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei gave a flirtatious smile, and Luo Jun’s mind went blank.
Two seconds later, a wail of utter misery sounded.
Luo Jun jumped on the spot!
He was good at high jump after all; he leaped as if flying, jumping up very high.
When he landed, there was a "thump!"
Like a monkey, he jumped again, dashing toward the cafeteria door and disappeared in an instant.
Leaving a crowd of students looking at each other in bewilderment.
"He’s not going to be in trouble, is he?" some students whispered among themselves.
Pang Jiao bellowed, "Bullshit! I brought him back from the brink of death, how could he be in trouble!"
"He’s perfectly fine!"
...
Luo Jun ran off.
As the crowd slowly dispersed, the school clinic’s doctor and several teachers hurriedly arrived.
The aftermath was still reverberating.
Yan Tianpeng looked towards Shen Xinli, and whether it was an illusion or not, he thought he saw a change in Shen Xinli.
Previously, Shen Xinli was like a wilted eggplant, lifeless in his gait and dull-eyed.
Yet now, there was a glint of something in his eyes.
"Xinli, what’s with you?" Yan Tianpeng asked.
Shen Xinli let out a breath of stale air as he walked towards the cafeteria window, saying as he walked:
"I’ve just realized that one shouldn’t always be fixated on pain."
"Now, I finally have the courage to conquer it."
Indeed, compared to the student on the ground just now, in some respect, Shen Xinli was fortunate.
...
After the crowd had dispersed, few people paid attention to Jiang Ning; they had already forgotten about him.
Only Geng Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, he’s alright."
Jiang Ning said, "Yeah, alright."
Geng Lu recalled the scene just now, shook her head, and tried to push it out of her mind.
"Jiang Ning, do you want hot and sour soup?"
"No, I’ll have a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup." He had used his Divine Sense to check and knew there was something wrong with today’s hot and sour soup.
"Okay, then I’ll have the egg soup too."
Jiang Ning flashed his meal card: "I’ll treat, charge it to Mr. Guo’s card."
