Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 231 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (58)

With Song Zhixu and He Qinglin providing cover, victory was in sight.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhao's cheat-like power seemed to be weakening. While protecting Song Zhixu, she reacted a beat too slow and was instantly hit in the leg by a bullet.

Zhao Zhao, who was weak, knelt down after being shot.

"Zhao Zhao!" Song Zhixu immediately rushed to his side to support him, while He Qinglin, seemingly in a killing frenzy, accurately shot a man in the chest with his gun.

So, at the scene, some were injured, some were unconscious, and the only ones still standing were He Qinglin and He Xingran.

He Xingran was probably crippled by Zhao Zhao; blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he was also holding a gun, which he was pointing at... Zhao Zhao.

He grinned wickedly, revealing his bloodied teeth. "He Qinglin, do you know what it feels like to lose the person you care about most?"

He Qinglin turned his head stiffly, and when he saw the direction the gun was pointing at him, his hand holding the gun trembled involuntarily. "Put down the gun, and maybe we can have a proper talk."

This man is like a mad dog; he wants to kill him the moment he sees him. To this day, the two of them have never sat down to have a proper talk. He doesn't know why He Xingran is so stubborn about killing him, but there must be some reason behind it.

He lowered his voice again and again, a voice he had never used before, "Put down the gun, please... put down the gun, I'll agree to anything you ask."

"Ha... Now that we have nothing left, you're saying yes?"

"My mother is dead! What's the use of agreeing to my request now!"

He Qinglin had no idea what had happened between him, his mother, and the He family, but it was clear that He Xingran seemed to have gone mad.

"Then why are you pointing a gun at me? Why are you killing innocent people? Kill me!"

"Aim at me!"

This was the first time He Xingran had ever seen someone so eager to die. He smiled, but his smile was somewhat tragic.

"I'll help you."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots rang out. After He Xingran aimed at him and pulled the trigger, He Qinglin looked desperate and immediately followed suit, pulling the trigger as well.

He missed his vital points, and in return, He Xingran only struck his shoulder blades.

So after He Qinglin collapsed, the only one left standing was Song Zhixu.

Zhao Zhao's strength was about to run out. With Song Zhixu's help, she took out her heart medicine with trembling hands, swallowed it, and slowly fainted.

"Quick, quick, ambulance! Ambulance..."

"Aaaaaaah, my ancestors!"

"Quick, someone come and help!"

In my dazed state, I seemed to hear the sounds of the school's rescue team, ambulances, and police cars.

Then came the sound of her body being carefully lifted into the ambulance. Zhao Zhao had an injury on her leg, and it hurt terribly when she was moved. She was sweating profusely and her face was pale. At the same time, her heart, which had been stimulated, started to throb again.

While Zhao Zhao marveled at how "fast" the school had come, she couldn't help but worry about her own life.

"Be quiet."

After giving her one last piece of advice, Zhao Zhao immediately fell into a deep coma.

When she woke up again, as expected, Zhao Zhao was still dizzy and stared blankly at the hospital ceiling, unaware of what year it was.

“Zhaozhao…Zhaozhao…”

Just like when I first woke up in this world, a large group of medical staff rushed in.

Zhao Zhao blinked, feeling that the scene was very familiar. However, there was another face in the crowd that she hadn't seen in a long time. He looked much older and very tired.

It's the father.

He wasn't dreaming, was he?