137 Can You Still Hold A Gun?

"I'm fine, the doctor only advised me to rest." Gu Yan smiled and looked at her friend.

Shen Jiayi was still the same Shen Jiayi but the timidness had been reduced by a huge margin.

Gu Yan believed that in time, Shen Jiayi could definitely become more confident and eye-catching.

She won't walk the same path in her previous life!

At this moment, Gu Yan sensed that Guo Rou had probably something she wanted to say.

She thought about it and calmly said, "Lin Xiaoyu's injury is fine. She just needs to rest a few days, and the redness would subside."

Guo Rou sighed. "Gu Yan, sorry."

"What are you sorry for? You didn't hurt my hand. It's understandable that you still care about her situation. She was your friend after all. If you didn't care about her at all, it would mean there's something wrong with you."

Guo Rou was worried Gu Yan would ignore her and be annoyed because of Lin Xiaoyu.

However, she didn't expect the latter to offer her comfort.

She looked at Gu Yan in astonishment and didn't know how to respond.

She pondered for a bit and let out her breath. "I'm no longer friends with her."

Gu Yan won't comment about other people's standards for choosing friends, but neutrally speaking, Lin Xiaoyu wasn't a good friend indeed. Her character wasn't great, and she was indecisive.

Moreover, she was so close to Bai Weiyang in her previous life.

The friend of an enemy was also an enemy to Gu Yan.

So she felt quite relieved when Guo Rou declared she no longer thought of Lin Xiaoyu as a friend. Amidst everything, she believed Guo Rou was a great person.

Lin Xiaoyu didn't deserve to have an upright friend like Guo Rou.

Shen Jiayi placed second in the singing competition. Points will be given to the top three.

Even though Shen Jiayi didn't get first place, Han Jiao was still overjoyed.

This was an unprecedented record for the Logistics Department.

Xu Wenjuan happened to walk past Han Jiao. She smiled. "Han Jiao, your Logistics Department did quite well this time. You were able to snatch second place. But what a pity… the first place still belongs to the Arts Department."

Han Jiao sneered, "Xu Wenjuan, the final result hasn't come out yet. What are you proud of?!"

She added, "I remember that the results of the Arts Department for shooting and cross-country are mediocre."

"So what? It's not like your Logistics Department is any better. We got the highest points for singing. Regardless, our scores won't be lower than yours." Xu Wenjuan walked off with her head held high.

Han Jiao glared at her but sighed afterward upon thinking about how Gu Yan's hand remained injured.

"Never mind. This singing bonus point was already a surprise. I'll get everyone to try harder at the cross-country."

"Platoon Leader, I'll still go up for the shooting competition."

Han Jiao's eyes fell on Gu Yan's wrapped hand.

"Gu Yan, can your injured hand still hold a gun?"