She took out her little notebook.
And that test paper with 80 points, which she was quite satisfied with.
Noticing Chi Yao’s gaze falling on the 80 points, she said: “You don’t need to envy my score. If you work a little harder, you can also get 80 points.”
Her confidence was shattered when the final exam results came out.
The teacher smiled on the podium and said, “The first place in our class this time is still Chi Yao. He got full marks in every subject.”
Full marks.
Full. Marks.
Lin Zhexia, holding her 78-point test paper, which was two points lower than before, suddenly fell silent.
Where did she get the confidence to go to the hospital and explain so many problems to Chi Yao?
She was a big idiot.
…
She was getting closer and closer to the infirmary.
Lin Zhexia ran and gasped for breath, thinking these memories would gradually fade because they were too distant.
But they hadn’t.
Every event, every scene from nine years ago, she remembered very clearly.
She also remembered how Chi Yao’s health imperceptibly improved later. As he grew older, he no longer went to the hospital. Gradually, he grew taller than his peers. He started playing basketball.
After that, his physical condition even became better than his peers.
During flu seasons, when many people unfortunately caught colds and fell ill, he was always fine.
That sickly Chi Yao never appeared again.
…
She and Chi Yao also unknowingly, through fighting and more fighting, became friends with He Yang and the others.
Lin Zhexia pushed open the door of the infirmary, calling Chi Yao’s name with a choked voice: “Chi Yao—”
She pushed open the door and saw Chi Yao lying on the simple bed in the infirmary.
The young man had his eyes closed, no longer looking like his childhood self. He was wearing a T-shirt tucked into loose military pants, looking not so much like he was sick but more like an undisciplined student who had come to the infirmary to slack off and sleep.
Lin Zhexia, with red eyes, helplessly said: “I’m sorry. I should have just starved myself to death. I shouldn’t have let you run laps…”
“Please don’t let anything happen to you.” Lin Zhexia’s hands and feet went cold. “Medical science is so advanced now; no matter what illness, it can be actively treated. You’ll be fine.”
The person on the bed moved slightly.
This movement specifically manifested as the young man rather impatiently raising one hand and placing it over his ear.
“…”
The next second.
Lin Zhexia heard Chi Yao say, “I just sprained my ankle. I’m not about to be buried tomorrow.”