Chapter 10 When You Are Hurt (Part Two)

"Did you fight?" Cornelia raised her head. Only then did she notice that Marshall's hair was not only wet and messy, but also stained with dust.

Cornelia frowned.

That was the expression Marshall didn't want to see on Cornelia's face. But he was happy that she did it for him.

"It's okay. I just had a little conflict with someone." Marshall smiled and said casually.

But it occurred to Cornelia instinctively that he was just trying to pretend to be calm. Even if he had a fight among their classmates, his hand wouldn't like this.

Cornelia looked at him. There was no injury on his face and the other hand. Except for this hand, Cornelia didn't know the other parts of his body. Looking at this hand, Cornelia could imagine that a leather shoe was stepping on it and rubbing it with all its might.

The night was very quiet. Rain drops fell to the ground, crackling. "Let's go to the hospital to deal with it." Cornelia said.

"No, thanks." Marshall smiled.

Of course, Cornelia didn't agree. "It's all right. Why do you say no?"

"I really don't need it."

"Did you get a brain injury too?"

"Cornelia..."

"Let's go!"

Sometimes, Cornelia would be so domineering. But sometimes.

The air was still cold, but Marshall couldn't feel it. The wet clothes clung to his body, and he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

The doctor in the infirmary was still cold, but she finally skillfully dealt with the wound for Marshall. Then she applied Yunnan Baiyao powder and wrapped the whole hand like a traditional Chinese rice pudding with gauze.

During the whole process, Cornelia had been sitting by the side, looking out of the window with a slight frown. Marshall was hurt by the alcohol, but he couldn't help but look at her or look out of the window with her eyes.

The outer wall of the infirmary was covered with green vines. Some of the vines hung outside the window and had been washed by rain. They were green.

The walls of the Teaching Building I were also covered with these vines. It was the most ancient Teaching Building in the school. The whole building was in a zigzag pattern. In the middle of the building was a yard. The green plants in the yard were scattered and looked messy, and there were some wild grass in the corner. In autumn, the vines on the wall all turned yellow, and the green plants and grasses in the yard also withered, full of murderous atmosphere. One day, when Marshall came back from the library and walked to the door of the Teaching Building, he happened to meet Cornelia who had finished her self-study. Cornelia said, "Look at this Teaching Building. It looks like an abandoned ancient castle. There is a witch or some kind of monster living in it." Marshall said, "If you are bullied by a witch or trapped by a monster, I will save you." Cornelia looked at him and said, "Can you?" Marshall made a gesture of dancing sword, which he thought was very handsome, and said, "Well, in fact, I'm a swordsman." The two burst into laughter.

Marshall was so immersed in his memory that he didn't even notice the bandage on his hand. Cornelia stood up and said politely, "Thank you, doctor." But the woman doctor didn't seem to hear it. She didn't move her eyelids and said expressionlessly, "Come to change the medicine every other day."

Cornelia knew that it was most likely that Marshall wouldn't come to change the medicine, so she begged the doctor to prescribe some medicinal wine, Yunnan Baiyao powder and gauze. The doctor suddenly said coldly, "Except for fighting and self injury, can you do anything else? I don't understand why you have to express your love in such a stupid way. It's so childish and funny."

After all, the doctor bowed his head and prescribed the medicine for him.

Marshall looked at Cornelia with an aggrieved and complacent expression.

Cornelia rolled her eyes at him.

The lock of hair was scattered on her face again, which made her look very charming. Her eyelashes were long and soft, quivering slightly, which made her more lively. It had always been the way that Marshall was obsessed with her. However, it seemed to be close to him, but he couldn't reach out his hand.

In the end, he still held an umbrella and passed through half of the campus. He first sent Cornelia to the dormitory building, and then Marshall went back to his dormitory with an umbrella.

In the morning of the second day, Hilda sat behind Cornelia. Cornelia saw that her eyes were a little red and full of coldness.

Different from the usual situation, on this day, the coldness in Hilda's eyes was so obvious that it made Cornelia shiver.

When the class was about to end, Hilda threw a small paper ball on Cornelia's table, which said, "Go to the back of the basketball court after class. I'll wait for you."

It was sunny after the rain, and the sunshine was still fresh. Hilda glared at Cornelia with red eyes and asked, "What did you ask Marshall to do? What's wrong with his hand?"

Cornelia didn't know that Marshall and Hilda had a quarrel last night.

It was raining cats and dogs when Cornelia and Marshall came back from the infirmary, but Hilda was standing on the balcony alone. She happened to see the two people coming back with an umbrella.

Cornelia didn't know why Marshall's hand was injured like that.

So Cornelia shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on? I only knew that his hand was injured. I went to the infirmary with him last night to have a bandage."

Hilda sneered, "Well, should I believe it? Didn't you go to work? How could you know that his hand was injured? How could you go to the infirmary with him so late?"

The expression on Hilda's face made Cornelia feel sorry for her, but she could only tell the truth. "I met him when I came back. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Hilda didn't say anything for a long time. She tried her best to hold back her tears, but she still shed tears. She said, "I didn't pass the test. Do you know? Cornelia, are you happy?"

Cornelia was stunned.

History Department was a major of the cold major. Among the thirty-two students in this class, only three of them volunteered to choose History Department. The others were adjusted by other major. At the beginning of this semester, the school gave each department two quotas for major adjustment, but the applicants have to pass a level test. At that time, Hilda had specially asked whether Cornelia wanted to apply or not. As she wished, Cornelia didn't intend to apply.

The three people who had volunteered to choose history in their class Cornelia, Rowena and the other man, called Herman Lu. Herman Lu's father was a professor in the History Department of Lanzhou University. Therefore, he chose history for two reasons. One was that his father hoped his son to inherit his father's business. The other was that he was influenced by his family and didn't hate history. Rowena didn't know her major at all when she chose it, and no one gave her any advice. She applied for the History Department in a daze. As for Cornelia, she did love history.

If Cornelia also applied for the examination, it would probably make the whole History Department feel desperate. How could this major be unwelcome.

In fact, this major was not welcomed.

As a result, one of the two quotas was given to a boy named Holland Li, and the other to Hilda.

At first, everyone thought that Hilda would apply for transfer to the Department of News, because she majored in literature in high school and the first major of college entrance examination was News. But in fact, she applied for the Finance Department.

Everyone knew why she did that.

At that moment, Cornelia didn't know what to say. She couldn't understand Hilda. If it was for love, a city and a school were close enough. Why did they have to study in the same department? It might not be a good thing to be too close.

Hilda wiped her tears and said slowly, "Cornelia, I really didn't expect that loving someone would be so tired. It seems that I have never been happy since I was born."

After thinking for a while, Cornelia didn't know what to say to comfort her. In the end, she said honestly, "Don't take it too seriously. In fact, it will be much better if you can open your eyes to a lot of things."

The reason why Cornelia said that was that she hoped that Hilda wouldn't be too entangled in her life and always thought in a negative way. But obviously, Hilda didn't think so. She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sneered, "Yes, I'm too serious. In fact, I'm indeed very tired. If you really like Marshall, you can be together. I quit, I quit, okay?"

Confused, Cornelia said, "I didn't mean that."

Hilda sneered again and said, "Then what do you mean?"

"I..."

"You, huh, can't you speak? Well, if you don't want to love him, I beg you to stop pestering him, and don't keep him away from me. Can you do it?"

"I didn't pester him. Love is a matter between two people. There is no need for us to end up like this." Cornelia said in a helpless voice, because she felt it absurd.

But Hilda didn't listen to her. "You don't have to make sarcastic remarks. It's not that Marshall doesn't like me, but he said he owed you. If you don't get involved, it's our business whether we can be together or not. I don't blame you. But if you keep stirring up trouble here, all the relationships will be in chaos. Do you know? Like a ball of numb."

Cornelia nodded and said, "Okay, okay. I won't disturb you. Please don't blame me if you have anything to do in the future, okay? It has nothing to do with me that he got injured in the fight. He doesn't owe me anything."

Speaking of this, Cornelia didn't know where to start. If they had been friends for more than half a year, it was Marshall who had helped her more. Even when they had meals and coffee, Marshall had invited her more often.

However, Cornelia didn't want to ask any more. Such a conversation made her feel tired, so she said to Hilda, "That's it. I'm leaving."