"Ziqi, are you okay?"
The red-haired senior's roommate, an average-looking girl with short hair, rushed over to check on her injury.
It seemed pretty bad.
Half of her face was swollen.
Her consciousness was somewhat blurry.
It felt like she must have suffered a concussion, and a severe one at that.
"Here, open your mouth and take this Fast Healing Pill."
The bald teacher quickly ran to the red-haired senior's side, knelt down, and held out a bright red pill to her mouth.
The red-haired senior, her consciousness hazy, opened her mouth and swallowed the pill the bald teacher offered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
Shen Qinghan jumped down from the Martial Stage, walked over to the red-haired senior's side, and apologized, her delicate face full of remorse.
The short-haired senior glared at Shen Qinghan, her eyes filled with anger.
But she didn't say anything to Shen Qinghan, instead, she took out her phone and made a call: