I'm In Love With the Guy I Grew Up With-Chapter 779: Can I Still Be Your Bodyguard?

Chapter 779: Chapter 779: Can I Still Be Your Bodyguard?
Is it an illusion?
It must be.
Otherwise, how could he see Ning Xixi running towards him?
Perhaps it’s fate, today she is also wearing a light pink dress with a Peter Pan collar and ruffle trim, her hair tied in twin ponytails, looking fresh and adorable.
"Where did this girl come from?" Whispers spread among the audience below, someone tried to stop Ning Xixi but was intimidated by a cold and penetrating gaze from a pair of black eyes.
Song Zhizhou dressed in military uniform, followed by a row of soldiers behind him, causing an immediate uproar on the scene.
"Not good! Everyone, retreat!"
In just a few minutes, the once bustling crowd dispersed.
Song Zhizhou waved his hand, signaling his men not to chase. Instead, he ordered all of them to surround the boxing ring to protect Ning Xixi.
Ning Xixi clumsily climbed up, her hand reaching towards Qiao Nancheng but then retracting.
"Qiaoqiao..." Her sobbing was like that of a stray kitten abandoned on the street.
Qiao Nancheng grunted, his blood-stained fingers struggled to prop himself up from the ground, barely sitting upright.
"Don’t move, the doctor will be here any minute!" Ning Xixi was panicked, "Right, we need to stop the bleeding..."
She took the first aid kit handed over by Song Zhizhou, but when she saw the wounds all over Qiao Nancheng’s body, she couldn’t help but cry out, her hands trembling violently.
"How could you do this to yourself! You fool!!"
Seeing this, Song Zhizhou signaled his men to come over and administer first aid to Qiao Nancheng first.
Qiao Nancheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he had a vague feeling that he might not hold on much longer.
The Boxing King’s punches were incredibly vicious; now he could barely see Ning Xixi’s face.
"Ning Xixi..." He hoarsely called out the name he had practiced a thousand times, which he wouldn’t stutter, his thin lips quivering, a deadly pale that suggested he wanted to say something.
Ning Xixi knelt on the ground, drawing closer to him to hear what he had to say.
The words "I like you," went round and round, but in the end stayed at the edge of his lips, turning into a self-deprecating laugh.
What’s the use of saying it anyway?
Qiao Nancheng, how do you deserve her?
Besides, she has a boyfriend, even if he confessed, it would only add to her troubles.
"Qiaoqiao, what do you want to say?" Ning Xixi asked with a sniffle.
"I want to say..." Qiao Nancheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, smiling foolishly, "Can I, can I still be your bodyguard?"
That sentence made Ning Xixi’s tears, which she had been holding back for so long, completely burst forth.
This idiot!
The world’s biggest idiot!
"Yes, yes, you can do it for as long as you want! Qiaoqiao, hold on, have you forgotten our promise? You, me, Youyou—we promised to have barbecue together, to go hiking, to read in the comic book store, to go to concerts... and also..."
Ning Xixi went on and on, she didn’t dare stop, not for a single second.
She was afraid that if she stopped, Qiao Nancheng would stop listening, would close his eyes...
Qiaoqiao, don’t die, please, please don’t die!
......
Hospital.
Qiao Nancheng was rushed into the emergency room,
With an urgent task at hand, Song Zhizhou had to leave temporarily, Xiao Xichen went to buy food, leaving Ning Xixi alone, helplessly sitting in the corridor, staring at the red "Operating" light, her small hands clutching the corner of her dress.
Thunder roared, Ning Xixi huddled up tightly until a tall and upright figure stood in front of her, and then she raised her small face.
"Dabai..."