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"Are you feeling better?
" "Um... I'm sorry to have made you come to the hospital."
"Why are you saying that? You're my girlfriend, of course I had to come."
Chen Yiyang lay on the hospital bed, slowly opening his eyes. What on earth happened?
He couldn't help but frown, staring at the pale ceiling, when a sudden throbbing pain shot through his head.
"Hiss—" He raised his hand to touch the painful spot, only to find a white tape stuck to the back of his hand, with a needle inserted inside, connected to an IV drip bottle in the upper left corner.
Was he... in the hospital?
"But, we're working on a case right now, you should hurry back to the company... Ah, Xiaoping must be there too, don't forget to take her home after you finish working overtime."
Only then did Chen Yiyang finally realize that the conversation was coming from the next bed. He blinked his slightly heavy eyelids, thinking that the woman was really strange, why would she ask her boyfriend to take another girl home?
For him, anything that belonged to him would be protected, he would never lend it out, and he would never allow anyone to covet even a fraction of it.
"Won't you be angry if I take her home?"

"How could I?" The woman's voice rose slightly. "It's dangerous for a girl to go home alone at night."
"...I know."
"You should go back to the company. I'm fine here. The doctor said that if I'm observed for a few more days, I can be discharged."
"By the way, I called your home to let your parents know, but unfortunately they're on vacation abroad. Butler Li said she'll come to take care of you."
Chen Yiyang turned his head to look at the two people talking, but the light blue curtain blocked his view. The patient in the next bed also drew the curtain, so although he couldn't see, the sound still drifted out.
Ring, ring, ring—
before the woman could respond, the standard cell phone rang first.
"Sir, I'm sorry," a nurse approached and whispered, "cell phones are not allowed in the ward."
"Okay, I understand." The man replied immediately, his footsteps sounding hurried. It seemed he would soon go outside the ward to make the call, but his voice still reached Chen Yiyang's ears intermittently.
"Hello?" The male voice answered the phone, listening quietly for a while. "...Okay, I'll be right back." Then, with a click, the phone case slammed shut, and the sound of leather shoes on the floor slowly returned to the bed next door.
The female voice hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's from the company," the male voice explained. "Awei said that 'Morning Star' just informed Director Lai that the competition date has been moved up a week."
"A week?" The female voice gasped. "Won't we be even more rushed?"
"Yes, so you rest well, I'll go back and handle it."
"Oh..."
"Are you sure you can manage alone?" the male voice asked with slight concern.
"Of course," the female voice quickly replied, "I'm fine!"
The curtain was pulled open with a whoosh, then gently closed again. The footsteps grew fainter until they were no longer audible, and the ward returned to complete silence, save for the faint sounds of people moving and talking from the nursing station outside.
Chen Yiyang slowly closed his eyes, carefully raising his right arm to gently press it against his sore eyelids… So tired.
Even though he had only just woken up, it felt like he had expended a lot of energy repairing his injuries. His eyes hadn't been open long before he felt too tired to close them again. He simply closed them completely, blocking out the light from the bedside lamp, plunging himself into deep darkness to ponder the whole situation…
Ah, it was a car accident
, wasn't it? He hadn't expected to encounter something like this as soon as he got back. What happened to that car? Were the others alright?
The sounds of talking and moving around the ward were constant. He wanted to find someone to ask, but because he was so weak, he could only lie there listlessly, thinking of that girl… The past flashed before his eyes.
How boring.
In June, a typhoon swept past the edge and then turned away, without bringing much rain. Fortunately, the rainy season had brought in a lot of water from the reservoir. Lychees and mangoes started appearing in the refrigerator. The weather was hot, and every household had turned on their air conditioners. Another summer, not much different from the past ten years, had arrived.
Chen Yiyang leaned against the scorching concrete rooftop, listening to the humming of the air conditioner in the teachers' office below. He squinted, propped his chin up with his hands, and looked up at the cloudless blue sky… He
should have been in the classroom for lunch break, but he had sneaked out and was now standing lazily on the rooftop he had inadvertently discovered, not thinking about anything, just gazing at the distant horizon, at the shadow that looked like a thin cloud.
“So boring!” A delicate voice sounded behind him. Chen Yiyang raised an eyebrow, a rare occurrence, and turned to glance at the source of the voice.
A girl with her hair tied in a princess style with a sparkly ribbon looked much more presentable than him, even though she was wearing a uniform. Her white shirt was ironed, and the pleats on her pleated skirt were neatly pressed. Her slender legs were clad in pure white lace-trimmed stockings, paired with brand-new black leather shoes.
She looked clean and well-dressed, but her appearance was only average; she could be described as cute, but she was nowhere near pretty.
"Sigh, what should I do..." she said
, kicking the threshold rather unladylike, stepping onto the rooftop, and leaning forward onto the nearest platform. She bent her right leg, the toe of her shoe tapping on the ground with a dull, arrhythmic sound.
"So boring~" she repeated, resting her face on her arm and turning around.
Chen Yiyang's gaze unconsciously followed her back until the sunlight reflecting off her sparkling hair dazzled his eyes. Only then did he turn back, turning away to focus on the scenery he had been admiring.
"...Huh?" The girl seemed to hear something and suddenly turned around, her skirt rustling slightly against the concrete edge.
"W-who are you?" Her voice was tense.
So oblivious, only noticing him now? Although he hadn't done anything particularly unusual, being interrupted was still annoying. Chen Yiyang slightly turned his head, giving her a "you're not welcome here" look.
"Who are you?" Without even a greeting, she just barged into someone else's territory and dared to ask that? It was as absurd as calling someone and asking who they were.
"I-I'm Jiang Ke'er..." she answered obediently, but then threw out another question, "When did you get there?"
"Always." He was there before her, Chen Yiyang replied irritably.
Jiang Ke'er—so she was the famous heiress of the Jiang family on campus.
All the students knew that she not only had a driver and bodyguards to take her to and from school, but everything she used, wore, ate, and played with was top-tier designer brands. When she first enrolled in the first year of junior high school, her parents even came to the school to accompany her, attending classes with her for a whole week. Add to that the money their family donated to the school, enough to make the principal and board of directors bow and scrape before them, obeying their every word…
A daughter from such a family must be spoiled and annoying.
Chen Yiyang frowned, took a step to the side, deliberately increasing the distance between them.
“Oh… you were here first?”
" You know that, so why aren't you leaving?" He didn't want to talk to her, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lower her head, slightly embarrassed, and tugging at her skirt.
"How come I didn't see you just now?"
He pursed his lips dismissively.
Since she was skipping lunch break, she should be like him, hiding in the crevice behind the door so she wouldn't be seen immediately. If she stood there, she would be caught the moment someone passed by… Seeing her innocent, round eyes blinking, Chen Yiyang gave up on correcting her. She seemed hopeless; forget it.
He looked up at the sky, clearly not interested in talking to her.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ke'er eagerly moved closer to him, shaking her round head and revealing a cute puppy-dog smile, asking, "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
She must be overprotected—because she couldn't understand the expression of rejection, she really couldn't. He realized helplessly. He
sighed inwardly.
"...I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?" She looked at him enthusiastically again, "We found the same place to skip class, that's teamwork, we should have a lot to talk about!"
Chen Yiyang resisted rolling his eyes.
Ideally, he would stay in this place, just to avoid running into anyone.
"Beep beep beep!" A sharp whistle suddenly rang out, a thunderous voice crashing down, "What are you doing here during lunch break?"
Chen Yiyang instinctively turned around and caught sight of Jiang Ke'er standing on the outside. She subconsciously took a step forward, a tiny movement, but it conveyed a sense of loyalty—wanting to shield him from view.
...Idiot, how could she possibly hide him?
Thinking this, a thought slowly rose in his mind: "She doesn't seem so annoying after all."
"Beep beep, beep beep!" The whistle sounded again, and the two remained frozen in place. Chen Yiyang narrowed his eyes, his body tense.
"You two, don't run!"
The heavy footsteps gradually faded into the distance. Jiang Ke'er seemed to have noticed as well, letting out a deep breath as she relaxed. She patted her chest lightly, turned back, and stuck out her tongue at him with a smile.
"Thank goodness... they weren't talking about us."
Chen Yiyang blinked and turned his head away. Perhaps because of the bright light, she looked somewhat cute to him for a moment...
He maintained a cold expression, leaning back against the edge of the rooftop, subtly creating a distance that kept everyone at arm's length.
"These kids, not sleeping during their lunch break..." A voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, this time seemingly closer than before. "Go up and see if anyone's hiding on the rooftop."
Hearing this, the two exchanged a glance, both startled.
"Teacher Lin, didn't those two just run away?"
"They were about to climb up. There might already be someone inside... Sigh, you're new here, you don't know, our students are mischievous. From now on, you have to patrol every area, understand?"
"Oh..."
Footsteps slowly approached the door. Chen Yiyang squinted and glanced around, then quickly hid behind the door in the gap between it and the wall, leaning against the wall. Then, he looked closer and saw Jiang Ke'er still standing there, dumbfounded. He pulled her over, and seeing there was nowhere else for her, he had to let her press herself against his chest, hiding together.
Staring at the distance that had been created between them, Chen Yiyang closed his eyes in dissatisfaction. Consider it repaying her for trying to cover for him earlier... Once the crisis is over, they'll be even.
Jiang Ke'er was stiff from his sudden action, too afraid to move.
Perhaps it was because of the heat, but her body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. Chen Yiyang tilted his head slightly, frowning as he stared at the back of her neck. A faint pink blush was rising from beneath her fair skin, deepening over time into a richer cherry blossom pink…
He subtly exhaled slowly, trying to suppress his inexplicably rising body temperature.
“Ugh, it’s so hot…” the new teacher complained softly, pushing open the rooftop door and stepping onto the steaming concrete floor.
“Who would be hiding here—” He took a few steps forward, glancing around. Several potted plants in the corner drooped listlessly, lifeless. The old, rusty blue iron gate, still creaking from the force of his push, slowly receded...receded...
Jiang Ke'er, hiding behind the gate, stared wide-eyed. The gate was about to hit her nose, revealing their presence...unexpectedly, a large hand reached out from behind her, silently supporting the gate and gently pushing it back.
"Huh?"
The new teacher turned around, looking at the gate with confusion. Watching it sway and tremble, he listened intently. The rooftop was silent. He wondered if he was hallucinating from the sun; he hadn't heard the gate hit the wall before it bounced back...
Sigh, a hallucination. This weather is just too hot.
He shook his head and left the rooftop. "Teacher Xu, there's no one here. Should we go check somewhere else..."
With the crisis averted, Chen Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately released Jiang Ke'er.
She staggered a few steps forward, turned around, and faced him. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both catching their breath.
"Um," Jiang Ke'er swallowed, trying to calm her nervous emotions, "thank you..."
If he hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been caught, and then the teacher would have told her parents—oh, she had worked hard all week to finally convince her parents not to come to school with her, and now if they knew she had skipped lunch break, who knows what outrageous things they would do!
Seeing her extremely grateful expression, Chen Yiyang awkwardly turned his face away. "It's nothing."
He leaned back against the rooftop, and Jiang Ke'er quickly followed, happily standing beside him, imitating him by leaning against the rooftop, giggling at him.
"Hey, how can it be nothing? You saved me!"
Chen Yiyang glanced at her speechlessly. He had just wanted to kick her out, but after this whole ordeal, even though they were even, he couldn't very well tell her to leave...
After a long while, he finally spoke, "It's not that serious, is it?"
"How can it not be serious?" Jiang Ke'er's childish voice suddenly rose eight octaves, gesturing wildly in the air with both hands, "Those are my parents—oh right, you don't know them, so you don't know... Oh dear, once you know them, you'll know how terrifying they are! That's why I ran away..."
Her rambling continued, but Chen Yiyang didn't listen carefully, letting her happily chatter on. He looked up and saw the thin clouds on the horizon drifting closer.
"...So, I didn't really want to skip class, I just wanted some fresh air!" Jiang Ke'er wiped her nose, then suddenly poked him as if she had just remembered something, "Hey, then why did you skip class?"
Chen Yiyang turned and glanced at her, just as the bell for the end of lunch break rang out loudly.
"Huh?" Jiang Ke'er listened intently. "Oh no, I have to go back now. You should hurry back to the classroom too!" She left as lightly as when she approached, walked to the iron gate, and then suddenly stepped back—
"I almost forgot!" she exclaimed, reaching out with her right hand to hook his little finger, raising it in front of them both.
"Look! You saved me, so from today onwards you're my best friend. From now on, this place," she patted her chest, "is yours too. Don't forget to call me if you ever need anything!"
Chen Yiyang stared at her in disbelief. Seeing he didn't react, she simply grabbed his thumb with her left hand and pressed it against her own.
"Alright!" she giggled, releasing his hand with satisfaction, and solemnly announced. "I'm off then, bye-bye!"
She lightly jumped over the threshold and disappeared at the other end of the stairs.
Chen Yiyang looked down at his fingers, still warm like the sun. It was still his own hand, yet he felt an unfamiliar emptiness... His thumb was red from her firm pressure. He just stared at it, stared.
Friend?
He didn't really care whether anyone held a place in his heart. Someone like him didn't need friends...
absolutely not.
Chen Yiyang took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and tried to dispel the growing emptiness.
"Chen Yiyang!"
Annoyed, he turned around impatiently to look at the person who had come.
This uninvited friend of his now came every day during lunch break to wait for him on his rooftop, chatting and laughing with him, completely ignoring his coldness. She would chat with him about anything and everything, and even asked him a bunch of personal questions...
"How many centimeters are you?" she asked him on their second meeting.
He glared at her. "167 centimeters." Why ask that?
"You're in your third year of junior high, so you're fifteen, right?"
"Yeah."
"When is your birthday?"
"None of your business."
She was completely unaffected by his indifference, always enthusiastically pulling him aside to ask him all sorts of questions. He really couldn't understand why she was so curious about him, and every time she saw him, her opening line was always—
"Chen Yiyang!"
Jiang Ke'er waved to him excitedly, ran to his side, and they leaned over on the edge of the rooftop together. Although he was in his third year of junior high and she was only in her first, she should logically call him "senior," but she insisted that they were "good friends," so they could call each other by their first names. Over time, he just let her be...
During this period, Chen Yiyang gradually realized that trying to stop Jiang Ke'er from doing something would only lead to more "why?" and "Aren't you my good friend?" questions that were difficult for him to answer.
He pursed his lips, knowing that even if he didn't speak, she could still talk on and on.
"Hey, hey, hey, I have something important to tell you, something important to tell you—" Jiang Ke'er excitedly tugged at his sleeve and shook it.
See, here it comes... Chen Yiyang reluctantly glanced at her, "What is it?"
Jiang Ke'er covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes darting around mischievously. She pursed the smile on her red lips before speaking, "Today is my birthday!"
Chen Yiyang stared at the corner of her mouth, blinked, and came back to his senses.
"Oh."
"--Oh?" She raised her voice, somewhat dissatisfied. "Why did you only say that?"
"What else should I say?"
"You should say 'Happy Birthday!' and then ask me, 'Do you want any presents for your birthday?' That's how it should be!"
She pouted slightly, and he suddenly felt like laughing when he saw her like that.
"Oh." He pretended to be cool, unmoved. "Your parents must have already bought you the presents you wanted." Although he knew she wasn't a bad person, it was an undeniable fact that she was a rich heiress.
"No way." Jiang Ke'er shook her head seriously. Although her parents didn't listen to her and still bought her many things she didn't need, she understood their love for her. So she secretly asked the housekeeper, Aunt Li, to donate those things to charity.
And... "The things I want can't be bought with money."
"Oh?" Chen Yiyang raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Ke'er lowered her head, suddenly becoming a little shy. "...Are you going to give this to me?"
"What?"
She silently took out a red ribbon from her skirt pocket, squatted down, and faced his right hand hanging at his side. She gently wrapped the red ribbon around his wrist and tied a rather pretty bow on the back of his hand. It seemed like she had practiced.
Then she straightened up, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at the sky. "I've wrapped the gift for you. Are you going to give it to me?"
Chen Yiyang lowered his head, looking at his "wrapped" right hand. The gift she wanted...was him?
Jiang Ke'er didn't look at him. Her expression seemed very natural, but her heart was pounding so hard that she could hardly breathe...
That day, her father asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She hadn't really thought about anything in particular, because every year, even if she racked her brains, she still felt that she already had everything she wanted. Lying in bed before going to sleep that night, Chen Yiyang's face suddenly flashed through her mind.
She was a little surprised.
...But after the initial surprise, her previously vague feelings suddenly became clear—yes, she liked him. Although she wasn't sure if it was the kind of unforgettable love seen on TV, it was definitely a feeling of "wanting to spend every day with this person like this."
Because he was different from others; although he didn't show it very obviously, he didn't treat her with special courtesy or try to please her just because she was a rich girl… She really liked his straightforwardness.
She hoped he would agree to give himself to her, remain good friends with her, and not lose contact after graduation.
"I said you—" Chen Yiyang finally spoke.
"Ah!" Jiang Ke'er quickly interrupted him, turned her head, and smiled at him, "Oh dear, asking you this must be very sudden, right? Hahaha! Don't be nervous, it's not like I need you to answer right now."
She patted his shoulder, withdrew her hand, and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Um… I think this kind of thing needs to be carefully considered," Ugh, she was a coward; seeing him about to speak, his expression still cold, she was too afraid to face the outcome now—
"Next week is graduation. I'll wait for you here then, and you can tell me your decision!"
She turned around with a grin. "Ah, class is about to start, I'll go back to the classroom first." She slipped away, turning back at the door to give him a bright smile. "See you here next week!"
Chen Yiyang stared at her disappearing figure, somewhat stunned...
Later, under her persistent pestering, he impatiently answered that it was his birthday. At that time, she happily twirled around, making him pretend to be angry and leave before the bell rang.
But he knew in his heart that he didn't actually dislike her. There were so many places to go on campus, yet he went to the same place every lunch break to listen to her chatter...
He had actually wanted to reach out.

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