Chapter Ninety-Seven: Looks a lot like that person

A flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The person knocked on the door.

Xiao You looked up and her eyes met his.

In that instant, the smile in his eyes couldn't be contained.

It's so similar, so much like Wen Jing.

He would believe it if you told him this person was Wen Jing's son.

How come I never noticed such a person in my class when I was in school?

The nurse followed her in. She really didn't expect God to be so kind to her, running into two handsome campus guys in one day.

He was wearing a blue school uniform jacket, and his broad, straight shoulders made him look like a sports model.

The female teacher led the person forward to apologize, "Xiao You, are you feeling better? I just asked the doctor, and it's a mild concussion. You can be discharged after some observation."

Immediately afterward, the handsome young man tilted his chin towards Xiao You, "You are, Xiao You, right? I'm a transfer student who just transferred to Class 1, my name is Lin Zhun. I accidentally bumped into you just now, are you alright?"

Xiao You paused for a moment upon hearing Lin Huai's words, feeling somewhat strange about his act of confirming her name.

But no matter what he did, this person's face inevitably reminded him of all the little things he had shared with Wen Jing.

Who would believe they fell in love with someone in a book and had a tragic love story with them?

The homeroom teacher and Lin Huai were waiting for Xiao You's response.

Xiao You only glanced at Lin Huai secretly, without saying a word.

"Alright, alright, classmates should be more tolerant and friendly towards each other. Lin Huai just transferred to our class, so let's get along well from now on!"

The homeroom teacher gave another reminder.

Xiao You nodded; he was no longer Song Nian'an.

Now that we're back, we should live in the moment and make the most of our time.

After saying that, Lin Huai extended his hand, "Then please take care of me in the future."

Xiao You saw his exposed hand; his slender fingers and the crescent moons on his nails were very similar to Wen Jing's.

I couldn't help but ask, "What...what's your dad's name?"

The homeroom teacher smiled.

"I told you to get along well with them, not to check their household registration!"

Lin Huai was quite generous, and answered with a smile, "My dad's name is Lin Jing."

As expected, the real world is more realistic; it's best not to dwell on unrealistic things.

The homeroom teacher and nurses went to complete the discharge procedures, leaving only Lin Huai and Xiao You in the ward.

"How long are you going to keep staring at me, Xiao You?" Lin Huai asked directly.

“...”

Do you think I'm pretty?

Xiao You nodded and said, "No, it's not..."

Lin Huai chuckled softly, "Why are you two-faced? Your actions are honest, but your mouth is stubborn."

Wen Jing also used the phrase "saying one thing and meaning another."

No, we need to think of a way. We can't stay with Lin Huai like this any longer.

He says whatever he wants to do, or even just stands there doing nothing, and it causes him a lot of pain.

"Lin Huai, could you buy me a bottle of water?" Xiao You asked him, thinking to herself.

"No, there's hot water in the ward, just pour it yourself." Lin Huai said calmly, refusing him directly.

"I want something sweet, my mouth tastes bitter," Xiao You pouted, looking like she was being coquettish.

Lin Huai initially didn't want to pay attention to him, but seeing his expression, he softened.

He sighed and went outside.

After going outside, Lin Huai rubbed his eyes and smiled.

Long time no see, Song Nian'an.

No, it should be called Xiao You now.

This time, let him pursue her properly, take it slow.

We have plenty of time in this life, so we must cherish each other.

Lin Huai bought two bottles of cola and turned back. Just as he reached the door, he saw Xiao You push the door open from the inside, looking like a kitten about to run away from home.

The two stared at each other in silence for two seconds before Xiao You nervously asked, "Have you bought the water...?"

Lin Huai didn't say anything, but put the cola in his hand and sat down on the stool by the door.

The oppressive feeling instantly made Xiao You feel like a child caught red-handed by their parents.

He instinctively stepped back until he was back in the ward, on the bed, where he obediently covered himself with the blanket.

With a soft, not too loud, sound, the door closed.

Xiao You thought to herself, "Why can't I run away the more I try? Besides, can't I just walk openly and honestly? I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I be afraid of him?"

He sat up and looked at Lin Huai standing at the door.

"I...I think, Lin," she finally mustered the courage to say, "I think...Coca-Cola tastes better than Pepsi..."

Forget it, Lin Huai's eyes are filled with murderous intent, I'd better hold it in.

"Okay, I'll buy you Coca-Cola next time," Lin Huai said.

What? Next time? No need to buy it anymore! Thank you!

"Why are you running?" Lin Huai walked to the bedside with his arms crossed.

Xiao You quickly gathered her thoughts and came up with an excuse: "I'm going to the restroom!"

"You bring your backpack and phone to the toilet?"

Perhaps it's funny to tease him, because he's cute when he's nervous. But when he gets back to reality, he'll still act on his own.

A profound meaning appeared in Lin Huai's eyes, like ripples on the surface of calm water.

"Xiao You, how about I help you? I'm worried about the aftereffects of your concussion. I can also help you take off your pants and lift you up..."

Xiao You was shocked. Holy crap, is this guy a pervert? Does he want to hold my pee for me?!

This guy is definitely not Wen Jing; stay away from him.

Xiao You shuddered, finding the thought terrifying. "No need, you're so thoughtful..."

He couldn't utter a single curse word for a long time, but managed to squeeze out a word of praise.

He wanted to slap himself; he'd wasted his mouth.

Suddenly the ward door was pushed open from the outside, and the homeroom teacher came in.

The homeroom teacher recalled that when Xiao You fainted, she contacted Xiao You's parents, who were both very impatient and indifferent towards their child. They transferred 20,000 yuan to her via WeChat and then didn't reply. Although she was angry, she couldn't bring herself to criticize other people's families. She could only silently help Xiao You with the hospital arrangements, ensuring the child could rest at home and not have her studies affected.

Faced with such parents, the teacher had no choice but to feel sorry for Xiao You.

After all, he doesn't talk much in class and doesn't like to study, but which troubled teenager isn't influenced by their family?

The homeroom teacher walked over, her kind gaze making Xiao You uncomfortable. With a heart full of maternal love, she said, "The doctor said you can be discharged. Do you want to stay in bed a little longer or go home? You can also go back to school. I'll take you."

Xiao You said, "Let's go back to school."

He always lived at school, and there was no one at home, so he had difficulty even getting food.

Lin Huai handed him his phone and charging cable, smiling as he said, "I've fully charged it for you, and I've added you on WeChat too. If you ever have any brain problems later, I'll take care of the aftermath."

Xiao You thought, "You're the one who's out of your mind. How are you going to clean up this mess? Are you going to keep me as a sugar daddy?"

As Xiao You followed her homeroom teacher out of the ward, she overheard a doctor telling a patient's family member, "This kind of situation isn't impossible. Mild cases result in amnesia, while more severe cases can affect the nervous system, leading to dementia, hallucinations, and facial expression disorders..."

That doctor's license must have been bought, right? It's just for show...

But it did scare him...

Let's clean things up a bit. If he's drooling uncontrollably, sticking out his tongue, tilting his head, and can't speak properly, we'll have to find someone to take responsibility!