At this moment, a suppressed gasp suddenly came from the crowd.
“Student!
What’s wrong with you!” A girl, who was originally holding her phone and watching the commotion, suddenly went limp, as if all her bones had been removed, and fell straight towards Nari.
The incident happened so suddenly that Nari’s brain didn’t even have time to process the trouble Asahi brought; his body had already reacted a step ahead.
He almost instinctively turned sideways, reached out, and steadily caught the girl who was about to make intimate contact with the ground, pulling her into his arms.
His movements were fluid and natural, even carrying a steady strength that didn’t match his attire.
Asahi’s outstretched hand hung awkwardly in mid-air.
Everyone’s attention instantly shifted from the “true or false drama” to this sudden accident.
“Quick!
Call the school doctor!” “What’s wrong with her?
Is she suffering from heatstroke?” Nari gently laid the girl on the ground and immediately squatted down to check on her.
He didn’t care if his skirt would get dirty, nor did he care about the numerous cameras filming around him.
As a “father” of two children and a Counselor managing dozens of students, he still possessed this basic first-aid knowledge.
The girl’s lips were pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her hands and feet were icy cold.
These were typical symptoms of hypoglycemia.
“Everyone, step back, let her breathe some fresh air!” Nari said, not noticing how calm and gentle his voice sounded at this moment, exactly like Natasha herself directing patients in her clinic in the Underworld.
As he spoke, he subconsciously placed his palm on the girl’s forehead, trying to help her cool down physically.
However, the moment his palm touched the girl’s skin, a strange feeling surged in his heart.
He had only one thought: Get well soon, this child looks so uncomfortable.
The next second, he felt his palm warm slightly.
A soft white light, so faint it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, flashed from his palm, like moonlight through a thin mist, instantly enveloping the unconscious girl.
The light lasted less than a second, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
But the few people closest, including a stunned Asahi, all saw it.
Their mouths slowly opened, and they forgot to continue recording on their phones.
What… was that?
Special effects?
Immediately after, something even more incredible happened.
The girl, who had been deathly pale, visibly regained color in her cheeks at a speed perceptible to the naked eye.
Her rapid breathing became steady, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
The entire process, from Nari reaching out to the girl returning to normal, took no more than ten seconds.
“Mmm…” Amidst everyone’s petrified expressions, the girl on the ground slowly woke up.
She opened her eyes in confusion, and the first thing she saw was the light-haired woman gently looking at her.
That face, in the afternoon sun, seemed to have a soft-focus filter, so sacred that it was hard to look directly at it.
Nari breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her wake up.
He helped the girl sit up, then pulled out a fruit candy from his pocket, which was severely out of character for his current attire.
He usually kept it for Aiko.
“Student, you’re fine, it was just low blood sugar.
You’ll be alright after eating a candy.” The girl was still in a dazed state.
She blankly took the candy, then looked at Nari, her eyes filled with gratitude for surviving a disaster and a nearly worshipful glow.
She opened her mouth and blurted out: “Thank you, Teacher Nari…
no, Sister Natasha.” “Pfft—” Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Teacher Nari…
Nuo…
Angel…
Sister?
Nari’s facial muscles twitched.
He felt that his newly established image as a “reliable Counselor” had been shattered by those four words.
Meanwhile, Asahi, standing nearby, had a face that could no longer be described as merely unpleasant.
Her face alternated between red and white, like a dye shop.
Her carefully planned provocation now seemed so childish, ugly, and ridiculous in the face of this “miraculous” rescue.
She didn’t expect herself to be jealous of Director Nari.
Director Nari was the Goddess Jingliu, who was wildly popular across the entire internet!
She was just an ordinary school belle.
Was she worthy?
She and her followers, under the gaze of the crowd, slunk away into the throng, fleeing in embarrassment.
No one cared about the school belle’s departure anymore.
Everyone’s focus was on Nari and the “healed” girl.
The quick-witted young man who had been livestreaming was now so excited his hands were trembling.
He had completely recorded the entire process, from the girl fainting, to Nari reaching out, to the fleeting white light, and the girl’s instant awakening!
The bullet comments in the livestream were no longer just crazy; they had ascended to heaven.
I saw it!
I definitely saw it!
There was a white light just now!
It was holy light!
You’re not alone above!
I thought I was seeing things!
What was that?
Natasha’s healing skill?
My goodness, I always thought games were fake, but it turns out art imitates life!
Our school has a real healer!
This isn’t just cosplay anymore, it’s a divine descent!
No wonder Director Nari can portray Jing Liu and Natasha to such an extent, because he is a god!
Don’t talk nonsense up there!
That’s an angel!
Didn’t you hear what that junior called her!
Angel Sister!
The quick-witted young man reacted extremely fast.
He immediately edited the less-than-a-minute video he had just recorded, gave it a earth-shattering title, and directly uploaded it to the Jiang University campus forum and various social media platforms.
The title was— Jiang University’s Annual Miracle!
Natasha Demonstrates the Hand of God in Public, Healing an Unconscious Girl in One Second!
The video, like a deep-sea bomb, instantly ignited the internet.
It began to spread at an alarming rate, from the Jiang University campus forum, rapidly expanding to Weibo, Douyin, Bilibili…
#JiangUniversityAngelSisterAppears# #RealLifeNatashaHealingSkill# #ICannotExplainThatManWithScience# Countless hashtags topped the trending searches within minutes.
Nari’s image, in the minds of netizens, began to undergo a strange qualitative change.
If the previous Jing Liu made him the “Most Beautiful Cross-dressing Coser,” then today’s Natasha directly pushed him from the realm of “human” to the realm of “god,” a ridiculously huge step.
He was no longer a walking 5A-rated scenic spot.
He became a walking healing deity.
Nari was completely unaware of this; he was busy helping the girl, earnestly persuading her to go to the infirmary for another check-up.
And the girl he was helping, her face flushed, softly repeated herself.
“Thank you, Teacher Nari, you…
you smell so nice.” Nari: “…”