The battlefield reporters took many photos of Chinese students. According to the rules, they could not directly take the frontals of students from various countries. Therefore, there was no frontal photo in Ye Jian's hand, and there was not even a very clear side photo, and all of them were blurred.

"These photos are very memorable, especially this one..." A war correspondent from the Mandarin non-military military pointed to the photo that Ye Jian was looking at and smiled: "This photo is surprisingly similar to a period of history. I have learned about the history of your two countries. When I pressed the shutter, I think you will definitely like this photo."

She is a female journalist, about thirty years old, and speaks very steadily. Just listening to her, you can feel that this is a very qualified female field reporter.

Ye Jian put all the photos neatly in tidy and smiled politely, "I really like it, thank you, Joey."

"Oh, God, you actually know my name." Joey widened his eyes in surprise, showing an incredible expression. She was black, and her whole facial expression was very exaggerated when her eyes widened. Then, she smiled happily, "It's so exciting. I didn't expect you to remember my name."

She was very happy. While speaking, she habitually touched the camera hanging on her chest. Because Ye Jian knew her name, she even spoke intimately, "Oh, I almost forgot, I think you need this."

Take out a small brown and black vial from your pocket and point to Ye Jian’s injured nails: “You should deal with it here, you can’t just leave it alone.”

The kindness from the war correspondent made Ye Jian's mouth slightly bent. Her nails were injured when she crawled under the wheel yesterday to grab the national flag. After the military doctor treated her, she was not relieved. This injury was not a big injury to her.

Ye Jian, who took the iodine wine, thanked him with a smile and said, "It has been much better. I think new nails can grow at most a week."

The fingernails were opened, and considering today's competition, the military doctor did not pull them down, but bandaged them with gauze. Today, Ye Jian thought the gauze affected the flexibility of his fingers, so he took the gauze, which was seen by the battlefield reporter.

Joey said seriously: "Although this is a minor injury that does not need to be raised at all for you, the game is over now, so you don't have to care about the flexibility of your fingers that will affect the game. I think you can reband it, which will avoid infection and will also help the wound recover faster."

Although my fingers did not bleed, my fingertips were black and blue, which looked quite terrifying.

Joey, who was happy in his heart, remembered his name, was very enthusiastic and suggested taking Ye Jian over to find a military doctor. Ye Jian did not refuse. The competition had ended and was in a state of tension for seven consecutive days. She also wanted to take the opportunity to go and have some breath.

The military doctor has his own independent tent, and Joey has a good relationship with several military doctors. He has already said hello before he can enter.

When Ye Jian approached the tent, he saw that Hijima Country student Maki Fujino was also there, and the one who was with him was Matsumoto Michiko. When the two saw Ye Jian coming in, their stereotyped expression suddenly became a little cold.

Ye Jian, the Chinese students they least want to see!

Michiko Matsumoto walked slightly to the side, which was easy to block Fujino Maki, and was very polite to Ye Jian to take the lead in hiding his body.
Chapter completed!