“Aren’t you going?”
Chi Yao sat in a seat outside the curtain: “I’ll keep watch here.”
Lin Zhexia said slowly: “You don’t need to worry about me this much.”
“Who’s worried about you?” Chi Yao said, “It’s too sunny outside.”
Finally, Chi Yao added: “Don’t be so full of yourself.”
“…”
Oh.
Lin Zhexia lay down on the bed. The infirmary air conditioning was a bit cold, so she pulled up the blanket.
Perhaps because she had spent two days in the sun at the stands, she was indeed too tired, and soon she fell asleep.
She slept very deeply.
In this year’s hot summer, she secretly took a very deep afternoon nap.
Chi Yao sat in a place separated from her by only a translucent white curtain, keeping her company.
Lin Zhexia seemed to have a dream about summer, but it was very vague. In the dream, a girl was calling “Chi Yao.”
That girl seemed to be saying: “You’re Chi Yao, right?”
As her consciousness gradually returned and she opened her eyes, she realized she was awake, but the “dream” hadn’t ended.
Because the girl’s voice came through the curtain: “I saw you playing basketball. I’m He Yang’s classmate, and I asked him for your contact information… I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
Lin Zhexia realized this wasn’t a dream.
A girl was talking to Chi Yao; she had been awakened by their voices.
The girl continued: “Are you feeling unwell?”
Hearing this, Lin Zhexia felt that inexplicable stuffiness again.
But this time, the stuffy feeling didn’t last long—
From outside the curtain, Chi Yao’s familiar voice said, “Do you need something?”
“…”
His attitude was as terrible as ever.
Lin Zhexia thought, if she were that girl, she would definitely turn around and leave immediately.
But that girl’s defense was stronger than she had imagined, rising to the challenge: “Yes, I do have something.”
“Your friend request was rejected,” the girl said, “Could you add me instead?”
Chi Yao maintained the same tone: “No.”
“Let’s be friends.”
“I don’t need more friends.”
“Then…”
The girl wanted to say something else, her gaze falling on the phone he was holding in his hand.
“I don’t have a phone,” Chi Yao said casually, stretching his wrist and putting the phone into his pocket, “Too poor, the phone I’m using is borrowed.”
“……”
Author’s Note:
Impoverished little Chi