The war correspondent took many photos of the Chinese students. According to the rules, they couldn't take photos of the students' front profiles. Hence, none of the photos in Ye Jian's hands were frontal. There weren't even very clear side photos. They were all blurred.
"These photos are very morable, especially this one…" The war correspondent from the military pointed at the photo Ye Jian was looking at and smiled. "This photo is shockingly similar to a piece of history. I know the history of your two countries. When I pressed the shutter, I thought that you'd like this photo."
She was a female reporter around 30 years old. She spoke very steadily. Just by listening to her words, one could tell that she was a very qualified female battlefield reporter.
Ye Jian kept all the photos neatly and smiled politely. "I do like it. Thank you, Joy."
"Oh, you actually know my na." Joy widened her eyes in surprise and revealed an incredulous expression. When her eyes widened, her facial expression was extrely exaggerated. Then, she smiled happily. "How exciting. I didn't expect you to rember my na."
She was very happy. As she spoke, she habitually touched the cara hanging in front of her chest. Because Ye Jian knew her na, her tone of voice beca more intimate. "Oh, I almost forgot. I think you need this."
She took out a small brown and black bottle from her pocket and pointed at Ye Jian's injured fingernail. "You should take good care of this injury. You can't just leave it like this."
Ye Jian smiled at the reporter's kindness. Her fingernail was injured when she went under the wheels yesterday to snatch the flag. She didn't mind it anymore after the military surgeon treated it. This injury was nothing to her.
Ye Jian took the iodine and thanked Joy with a smile. She said, "I'm much better now. I'll grow a new fingernail in a week at most."
Her fingernail had been flipped open. Considering today's competition, the military surgeon didn't remove it. Instead, he bandaged her nail with gauze. During today's competition, Ye Jian felt that the gauze affected her fingers' agility, so she took the gauze off. That was how the war correspondent noticed it.
However, Joy said very seriously, "Although this is a small injury that doesn't need to be ntioned, now that the competition is over, you don't have to worry about the agility of your fingers affecting your performance in the competition anymore. I think you can bandage it again. This way, you can avoid getting an infection and recover faster."
Although her fingers were no longer bleeding, her entire fingertip was black and blue. It looked quite scary.
Joy, who was happy that the Chinese student rembered her na, enthusiastically suggested bringing Ye Jian to look for the military surgeon. Ye Jian didn't refuse. The competition had ended. She had been in a tense state for seven consecutive days. She wanted to take the opportunity to take a walk and a breather.
The military surgeons had their own tent. Joy had a good relationship with a few military surgeons. Before she entered, she had already greeted them.
When Ye Jian walked closer to the tent, she saw that the Japanese student, Maki Fujino, was there too. Beside him was Michiko Matsuyama. When the two of them saw Ye Jian coming in, their stern expressions turned colder.
Ye Jian was the Chinese student they didn't want to see the most!
Michiko Matsuyama moved her feet slightly to the side. It was very easy to block Maki Fujino. She was very polite to Ye Jian and bowed slightly.
She took the initiative to greet Ye Jian politely. Ye Jian smiled and bowed too.
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