Chapter 165: This Is Technique

Old He answered casually, "Of course I've planted strawberry marks! And not just once or twice!"

As he said this, Old He even looked a bit proud.

With that thought, Jiang Muye simply stopped watching the videos.

What was so interesting about this trashy stuff? It was like chewing wax. Better to just empty it all and toss it in the recycle bin.

Now that a Senior was here, he definitely had to listen with full attention and properly ask for guidance.

After closing the video, Jiang Muye urged Old He to hurry up and talk. "Quick, tell me."

When Little White Dove heard there was some knowledge to be gained, she too perked up her ears to listen.

With a smile on his face, Old He began to instruct, "First, when planting a strawberry mark, you definitely need to pick a good spot—like the neck or the chest. But absolutely don't go for the carotid artery, that could be dangerous!"

Jiang Muye nodded repeatedly. "Right, right, right. I saw on the news before that a couple planted strawberry marks and ended up in the ICU together!"

Old He continued, "After picking the spot, use your mouth to gently take a bit of flesh in, then slowly suck. But whatever you do, don't use your teeth—you don't want to hurt the other person. Suck and release like you're sucking on a jelly, and the sensation is especially amazing."

Old He even shook his shoulders, beyond excited.

"From the looks of it, it seems like Lu Jingjing planted that one on you?" Little White Dove had spotted the key point.

Old He's face turned red. "Of course she planted it on me. She's the one who pulled off my clothes, insisting on leaving her own special mark. At first she didn't know a thing, but after getting familiar with it, she became quite skilled."

"So you've never planted one on her?" Jiang Muye asked.

"Nope. I mean, I'm fooling around at school every day—other than sneaking into the woods at night for a chance, what other opportunity is there?" Old He said with embarrassment, speaking casually.

Jiang Muye now understood. So this guy was also a newbie when it came to timing—Lu Jingjing was the one with a bit of experience.

But he wasn't shameless enough to go ask Lu Jingjing: How do you plant a strawberry?

Wouldn't that get a slipper thrown at him, with her calling him a pervert?

"Then I'd better go back and watch the videos properly," Jiang Muye shook his head and diligently began his "studious" endeavor.

Of course, Little White Dove and Old He were like starving wolves, their eyes gleaming green as they stared fixedly at the computer screen.

Jiang Muye watched until he was so bored he started yawning. "You guys watch. I'm going to bed."

Watching this stuff was less interesting than finding his girlfriend.

So Jiang Muye climbed into bed, cradled his phone, and went to flirt with his little girlfriend.

But as he chatted with Leng Ruoli, his mind started running wild. Without conscious thought, he pulled open the covers and slipped his hand inside.

Sure enough, thinking about his girlfriend was more stimulating.

After a round of activity, Jiang Muye took care of himself and felt quite satisfied. He also thought that when the time came, he'd need to properly accumulate some practical experience.

First, set a small goal: plant a little strawberry on Leng Ruoli first!

So much so that the next day, when Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli's pearl-white, slender neck, his mouth went dry.

He was such a beast!

What was he thinking about in broad daylight!

Only after a round of regulating his breathing did Jiang Muye feel a bit better.

At this moment, the sports meet competitions officially began.

Before long, it was time for Jiang Muye's event: the 4x100 relay.

Jiang Muye was already on the field, and Leng Ruoli was holding her phone nearby, recording.

Looking at Leng Ruoli, whose eyes were bright and who was focused entirely on him, Jiang Muye felt extremely happy. Without a shred of hesitation, he blew a kiss toward Leng Ruoli's phone camera.

Leng Ruoli's cheeks turned bright red, and she smiled shyly.

He was teasing her, and she was smiling.

The air was filled with the sweet taste of romance.

It wasn't until the race began that Jiang Muye turned serious.

He was the second leg. His teammate had already run over, and the baton handoff went smoothly.

Jiang Muye grabbed the baton and sprinted out, incredibly fast, like a gust of wind. But at the most critical moment, an accident happened.

An opponent running toward his direction had the baton fly right out of his hand, and it just happened to strike Jiang Muye's calf as he ran.

Clang—

Jiang Muye felt a vicious pain strike his leg.

Not long after, Jiang Muye staggered forward and fell.

The entire crowd was shocked. They had never imagined Jiang Muye would get injured and fall!

"Hiss." Jiang Muye sucked in a breath, feeling a burning pain in his leg. Clearly, it was badly swollen.

The other opponents who had been behind all overtook him, running forward.

When Leng Ruoli saw that agile figure tumble forward, her heart clenched in agony. The phone in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She couldn't be bothered to pick up the phone. The next second, she rushed forward, crying out anxiously, "Muye!"

Leng Ruoli's heart ached so much that tears flew from her eyes. She wanted to go to him, but Jiang Muye stopped her. He looked at her and forced out a smile. "I'm fine."

He didn't want her to worry.

Most importantly, he didn't want to drag down his class's honor because of himself alone.

Jiang Muye steeled himself. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he charged forward in one burst. His speed was even faster than before, like lightning rapidly overtaking the opponents ahead.

He handed off the baton to the other teammates with almost no time lost.

The entire crowd was stunned. The students sitting in their seats couldn't stay put any longer—they all stood up in unison to watch this scene.

This was simply a miracle!

Jiang Muye had fallen, yet he was able to catch up in the fastest time without falling too far behind the others.

His speed was astonishing, and his spirit was even more worthy of praise.

In that moment, everyone had seen how painful the fall was, yet he chased forward as if nothing had happened. Jiang Muye's classmates were incredibly excited, giving him thumbs up one after another.

"Bro Mu, you're amazing!"

"I'm proud of you! Awesome!"

"Bro Mu, the spring breeze for ten miles is nothing compared to you!!! You're the pride of our class!"

This also spurred on his team's third and fourth legs. They ran with all their might and seized first place.

Moments later, a beautiful figure ran to the finish line. Without a second thought for herself, she scooped up Jiang Muye, who had fallen to the ground from sprinting too hard.

Tears were already welling in her eyes.

Dropping to one knee, she lifted Jiang Muye's pant leg to his knee without hesitation.

She saw Jiang Muye's leg—already red over a large area, scraped raw with bloodstains everywhere, and swollen badly.

"Quick, get me antiseptic wipes! And Yunnan Baiyao!!!" Leng Ruoli cried out, choking back tears.

As she shouted, the tears fell.

The wound was too deep.

Just looking at it hurt.

Leng Ruoli's heart shattered.