Chapter 7 (3)

  Yao Shuqin and Quancai developed rapidly, making people look at them with admiration. Quancai became more and more daring, sitting next to Yao Shuqin during evening self-study sessions, the two of them chatting non-stop. Yu Xiang couldn't help but admire how they could find so many things to talk about, then smiled at Qian Rong, who was scorched by Yu Xiang's gaze and couldn't bear it anymore, standing up to say: "Hey, this is Class 3, please leave if you're from another class." Quancai was hesitating whether to stay or go when Yao Shuqin said: "I'm looking for him to ask a question, mind your own business." Yu Xiang heard these heartless words and felt sorry for Qian Rong, thinking that girls like this were all the same, turning their faces faster than washing them.

  Qian Rong was still fuming, so he wrote a weekly journal entry. Mei Tong read it and immediately came to investigate during the evening self-study session. He caught them red-handed, called Yao Shuqin and Quan Cai to the office, and lectured: "You two are hopeless." As he spoke, his own face turned red. Then he advised the two of them to think carefully about overcoming their youthful impulses. After being released, the two people were still shaken, symbolically overcoming "that" for a day. They couldn't help but be together again, and as Mei Tong said, even if there was no result, it was enough as long as they could bloom.

  Qian Rong was not satisfied, and his hatred for Yao Shuqin was deeper than the school's questions. When they met on the road by chance, he cursed: "You hit me, giilie!" Yao Shuqin didn't retort anything, just gave him a cold glance, which had much more power than Qian Rong's words. Because Yao Shuqin couldn't understand what Qian Rong said, and he was only scolding for the sake of scolding; Yao Shuqin's cold glance was different, she herself couldn't see it, but just gave it to Qian Rong to see. In one round, Qian Rong didn't gain any advantage at all.

  Lin Yuxiang was happy to see two people fighting, it would be better if they could fight out something.

  When Qian Yao was fighting fiercely, Lin Yuxiang unfortunately got his first illness in Sanzhong, Shicheng. One morning when he woke up, his body ached all over, his hands and feet felt like they were going to fall off, and his throat felt like it had been scalded by cigarette smoke. After getting out of bed and walking a few steps, his head felt heavy as if he was going to die, causing him to stumble around, wanting to take off his head to reduce the weight on his body. Yuxiang cried out in his heart: "I'm sick!" With a face full of fear, he went everywhere to ask for medicine, but his roommate didn't even look at Yuxiang's condition and repeatedly said no, pushing Xie Jingyuan to search through boxes and cabinets before saying no again.

  Lin Yuxiang's appetite was gone, and he rushed to the infirmary, got two packs of cold medicine, and then clumsily held the pills to ask for water to drink. A classmate saw the medicine and hid the water bottle tightly, saying: "Ah! You're sick? Still asking me for water, wanting me to get infected?" After begging for half a day, he finally met someone who didn't have time to hide the water bottle, and was forced to agree, but only if Lin Yuxiang brought his own container or didn't touch the mouth of the water bottle with his lips. Yuxiang's head was dizzy and didn't want to move, so he chose the latter, drank until his body was full of water, and almost choked on the medicine.

  I can't do that. Is there anything else I can help you with?

  "Teacher Hu, I'm asking for a leave of absence." Yuxiang's voice was barely audible.

  "The homework here is really intense... In the class I used to teach, there was a student who had a high fever but still insisted on attending classes. He eventually fainted... What spirit..."

  Yu Xiang's face was already exhausted and didn't want to make an expression, but in his heart he was greatly shocked, thinking that this time it was over, and he had to wait until he fainted before he could rest.

  "Can you still eat?" Hu Mei asked softly. In her ideal scenario, Yu Xiang's answer would be that he could eat, but unexpectedly, Yu Xiang choked out: "No way, I'd better rest, rest for a day."

  "Alright, you take this note to the dorm teacher and then go back to your room to rest." Lin Yuxiang thanked Hu Mei for not killing him with her thoughts, turned around to leave, but heard a familiar voice from Principal Qian's direction "I won't do it again". Suddenly turning his head, his spirit was like being struck by a heavy hammer, this boy was the one who sold him the portable CD player that night. For a moment, all his illness disappeared, remembering he spent 150 yuan to buy a pile of junk, he felt invigorated and wanted to go fight.

  The boy also sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and he inadvertently swept his eyes, taking a big fright. He thought that the world was so small, and he hurriedly shifted his gaze, bowing his head and body, as if Lin Yuxiang's illness had all escaped onto him.

  Lin Yuxiang was excited to jump out and expose the truth, but deep down he was afraid. He first exited and waited at the door until the boy came out, then snuck back into the office of politics and education, saying: "Teachers, I want to report a situation."

  "What's going on?"

  "That classmate just now was——"

  "Smell, he's a senior three student, don't bother reasoning with him, what? Did he hit you?"

  "No, he smuggled things."

  The two instructors asked: "What?"

  "He smuggled things."

  "Smuggle things."

  "She introduced me to a smuggled Walkman last week, I spent 200 yuan on it, wanting to buy one that can play English, but it broke after using it once. I know him, but didn't know he was a student at Shiniuzhong until now, what a coincidence."

  Principal Qian slammed his hand on the table, staring at the empty air in front of him as if it were that boy, and scolded: "How could there be such a student at Shi Nan No. 3 Middle School! At such a young age, he's already learned to commit crimes and cheat people!" Then he ordered Hu Mei to call him again. Yu Xiang narrowed his eyes, propped up his head with his hand, and said: "I'll go back to the dorm first."

  Yu Xiang came out of the administration building and slipped away from behind the Hu Shi Building, afraid of being seen by him. The boy was very unlucky and didn't walk far before returning to the administration building again. His denial technique was even higher than his sales technique, refusing to admit it. Principal Qian originally wanted to use his aura to defeat his psychological defense line, making him confess himself, saying: "You'd better confess honestly, we have evidence!" The boy knew that if they said so, they definitely didn't have any evidence, and said: "I really didn't do it, you can bring out the evidence if you have it!"

  Principal Qian's evidence seemed to be hidden in the Mogao Caves documents in the UK, and no matter what, it couldn't be retrieved; his psychological defense line was exhausted, not even a single hole was left, so he had to pretend to be terrified and said: "You go back and study hard, we will investigate this matter."

  When Lin Yu Hui returned to the classroom, there was no one inside, they had all gone to physical education class. He couldn't help but think about the outcome of that boy's punishment, and it seemed inevitable that he would be penalized. He felt a pang of sympathy for him in his heart. Walking over to Qian Rong's desk, he kicked the table with his foot to vent his frustration, and suddenly a black notebook fell out. Lin Yu Hui picked it up and flipped through it casually, only to find that it was filled with English words. He couldn't help but feel a little impressed by Qian Rong's diligence. But as he looked closer, his eyes widened in shock - the vocabulary and sentences inside were eerily familiar, like old friends, such as "God-awful" and "Violins", which were often used by him to show off his English skills. Suddenly it dawned on him that Qian Rong's fluent English was actually just a result of memorizing a few phrases from this notebook. With a mixture of surprise and delight, he exclaimed: "I finally figured it out, haha!"

  Then Lin Yuxiang sat quietly waiting for Qian Rong to come back, thinking that he finally had the opportunity to mock him. Qian Rong came in very timely, with a face full of sweat, and saw Lin Yuxiang sitting in his own seat, taking charge of justice: "Hey, wounded soldier, give way, why are you not going to rest, what are you doing here?"

  Lin Yuxiang was born not to mock people, saying: "Your English is really good!" The ideal language should be sarcastic with ups and downs, unfortunately, the emotional expression was inappropriate, and this sentence simply became a compliment.

  Qian Rong had never heard Lin Yuxiang praise anyone, and the retort that had just popped into his head was hastily withdrawn, leaving him feeling a bit embarrassed. "Actually, it's not extremely good," he said, "just a lot of very common vocabulary, so naturally..."

  Yu Xiang interrupted Qian Rong's words, mainly because he was afraid that he would forget the sound of "common" and add a lot of regret to his next sentence. He said: "So is that 'conunn' also written in your notebook?" His heart was racing wildly as he spoke.

  Qian Rong didn't understand, and his subconscious felt something was off, so he tensely asked: "What notebook?"

  Yu Xiang took it out and waved it a few times, his hand shaking slightly, asking: "Do you see?"

  Qian Rong was stunned on the spot.

  Yu Xiang flipped through a few pages and read: "Hmmm, when did Media pass away? And also..."

  Qian Rong's soul returned, and with a wave of his hand, the exercise book landed on Yu Xiang's palm. Qian Rong picked it up, exerting his divine power, crumpling the book into a mess, gritting his teeth and saying: "You... you this pig is so despicable..." Afraid that their classmates would hear, he left out the specifics.

  Yu Xiang couldn't help but expose his own scars and said: "Didn't you also tear up my letter? Hmm?"

  Qian Rong's logic was as messy as his hair after waking up, saying: "That's two different things, you were sneaking a peek at my private stuff and I was sneaking a peek at your letter, Un——" He had originally wanted to say "Understand"? Now that the secret is out, he can't even speak English properly.

  Lin Yuxiang helped Qian Rong comb her hair: "Is a letter private?"

  Qiancai jumped up and roared: "What's wrong with privacy? The letters that were sent out and returned aren't private, you go check..."

  "My letter is sealed, but your notebook isn't. Which one has more secrets? You tell me?"

  Qian Rong's expression suddenly turned serious and he said, "What about your midnight escape?"