heat

She quickly ran to Lin Nanyan, stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar.

The boy was pulled down by the unexpected force, and the two faces were instantly very close. He felt a warm touch on his ear, which was the girl's fingertips caressing and confirming.

"What's wrong with your ear? Does it hurt?"

The two people's movements attracted the attention of the people around them, and boys and girls gathered around them.

Song Shuang exclaimed: "Is his ear damaged by the explosion?"

Ye Meiyan: "Do you want to go to a nearby hospital first?"

Wang Huaqing: "I have painkillers. If you are in pain, you can use them first."

The chattering of people rang in his ears. Lin Nanyan frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed. "I'm fine. I don't need to take medicine or go to the hospital."

Jiang Qing, who had been observing his condition, noticed the boy's expression. She turned her head and made a gesture of silence, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Looking around, there was no quiet place in the public places, so she reached back to search the bag on Lin Nanyan's back.

Lin Nanyan saw the girl walk around behind him and take out a small white bag from the white bag, then open the small box in the small bag, and then unwrap a small pink cloth bag from the box.

He lowered his eyes, and the girl stood on tiptoe and stuffed something from the cloth bag into his ear, which made him feel itchy.

The distance was very close, so close that he could almost feel the girl's warm breath on his face, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The ears are blocked, breathing stops, blocking out external interference, but the never-ending heartbeat in the chest cavity inside the body becomes louder and louder, restless, and ardently demonstrates its presence.

The girl stepped back, looked at him worriedly, and pointed outside.

Lin Nanyan understood what she meant. He smiled and said, "It's just a little tinnitus. I'll be fine after a rest."

Suddenly, a bottle of mineral water was handed to him from the side. He looked along the arm and saw that it was Chen Heng who had disappeared not long ago.

"Here, drinking some water will help relieve the discomfort," Chen Heng said, then suddenly paused. He reached out and pulled out the thing blocking the boy's ears. "Scrunchie? Are you using this as an earplug?"

"Yeah." Lin Nanyan took the hairband back from Chen Heng's hand.

"If it's inserted too deep without sterilization, it can easily cause infection."

Jiang Qing's intention to remind Chen Heng to speak more quietly was stuck in her throat. She stood further away silently under the gaze of everyone, who looked much more professional than her.

Chen Heng: "Swallow a few times to see if the condition improves. If not, I can massage the muscles around your ears and temples. If the tinnitus persists, I suggest you go to the hospital for a checkup."

Lin Nanyan did as he was told. He sipped the water regularly and thanked the boy: "Thank you, I feel much better."

Jiang Qing leaned forward and said, "Are you serious? Don't lie. If you feel uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital."

Lin Nanyan put his index finger on her forehead and pushed her away: "I'm not that fragile."

Jiang Qing automatically moved back. She looked at the boy suspiciously, trying to find signs of lying on his face. After all, this person was really able to endure the discomfort and not say anything just to avoid spoiling other people's fun. She had to probe again and again.

Chen Heng glanced at Jiang Qing and said, "Tinnitus is essentially a stress response of the inner ear capillaries and nervous system. The eardrum vibrates violently, creating a shock that causes the inner ear lymph to sway, causing the outer hair cells to temporarily collapse. The inner hair cells come into contact with the auditory nerve, causing overload shock..." Realizing something, he suddenly stopped talking. "In short, short-term tinnitus will subside quickly. It's not a big deal."

Jiang Qing seemed to be listening, but in fact her soul had been away for a long time. She couldn't understand anything about inner hair, outer hair, lymph and nerves.

Dizzy but keenly aware of Chen Heng's closing remarks, she reacted quickly: "Wow, you know so much, so professional."

Song Shuang followed up: "Chen Heng, you are really amazing."

The two girls looked at each other and confirmed that the other was a poor student and didn't understand, so they praised each other more sincerely.

Jiang Qing didn't forget to get close to Ye Meiyan and whispered, "Do you understand? What's the inside and outside hair?" She was trying to prove that Meiyan, the academic master, was in cahoots with them.

Ye Meiyan: "It's the inner ear capillaries and outer hair cells."

!!

Jiang Qing turned around in disbelief: "No, you really can?"

"I can't," Ye Meiyan stated the facts, "so I'm just repeating the original words."

Jiang Qing's worries, which had just been put at ease, were lifted up again. Being able to retell it was much better than being a forgetful contestant like her who couldn't even remember what she heard.

Turning around and meeting Jiang Qing's gaze, the girl shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't understand either.

Jiang Qing's mood instantly brightened. As expected, perverts were a minority. She definitely didn't have an IQ problem, she just couldn't understand professional terms.

In fact, Chen Heng's analysis was correct. Not long after, Lin Nanyan's tinnitus symptoms gradually disappeared.

"I noticed you and Chen Heng have a pretty good relationship," Jiang Qing winked at Lin Nanyan, "He even bought you some mineral water and was planning to give you a massage."

"And he knows a lot," Jiang Qing sighed as she looked at the tall figure behind her, bending over to pack his backpack. "When we first met, he was wearing earrings, and he usually slept in class, and he looked irritated every time he was woken up. I originally thought he was a kind-hearted but uneducated slacker, but I didn't expect he had such technical knowledge..."

Lin Nanyan suddenly stopped and said, "After the loud noise, the hair cells in the ear stop working, and the auditory signal in the brain is interrupted. The brain mistakes the abnormal lack of signal for the presence of sound, thus producing the phantom tinnitus."

"???" A string of bird calls floated past her. Jiang Qing was silent for two seconds, then placed her hands on her hips, suspicious. "So you're here to show off that you understand everything, right?"

"Chen Heng is very powerful." Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes and strode forward with two backpacks, one white and one black.

Jiang Qing, who was left behind: ...problem.

A light laugh came from behind her. She turned around and met the gaze of Chen Heng, who was laughing ostentatiously.

Jiang Qing: ...speechless.

She decided to stay away from these two abnormal people. She angrily pulled off the pink bunny head from her head, held it in her arms and pulled it a few times. Then she went to find her fiery red little lion friend.

Chen Heng: "She's cute, isn't she?"

Lin Nanyan withdrew his gaze from the faces of the girls who were huddled together, talking about something and laughing so hard that their eyes were almost disappearing.

"yes."

Chen Heng glanced sideways: "You always talk so little?"

Lin Nanyan: “Not bad.”

Chen Heng: "I see."

Boys really don't have much desire to talk.

"I just saved you, why don't you say anything?"

"Tinnitus is temporary and will get better without treatment," Lin Nanyan paused, "but thank you for reducing its duration."

He looked at the other person and said, "If there is anything you want me to do, you can ask."

"That's not necessary. I just handed over a bottle of water." Chen Heng didn't expect the boy to be so serious. He raised his eyebrows and looked forward. "Besides, someone owes me a meal."

"She probably forgot. If you remind her, she will thank you." There was no fluctuation in Lin Nanyan's tone. Wang Huaqiang glanced at him silently and lagged behind the two of them.

"Really?" Chen Heng raised his eyebrows. "Thank you for your advice."

Lin Nanyan remained silent, but quickened his pace.

Jiang Qing held Jiang Qing in one hand and Song Shuang in the other and climbed the long stairs.

"Would you like some water? You look a little pale."

Jiang Qing tried hard to control his breathing, holding onto the railing with one hand for support. Hearing this, he waved his hand, "I'll just rest for a while."

"Your physical strength isn't up to par. Don't you usually exercise?" Song Shuang stood beside her and turned around. "Look at the guy in front of you. He's walking briskly, like he's walking on flat ground, like sand and rocks are flying."

Jiang Qing's eyes showed envy, "Well, I usually paint indoors and rarely go out to exercise."

Jiang Qing sighed: "That's incomparable. Who can compare to this?"

The three salted fish were dried together and leaned against each other, all looking at Ye Meiyan, who only left a blurry back to them.

Song Shuang suddenly said, "Jiang Jiang, I apologize to you."

Jiang Qing: “Hmm?” What’s wrong again?

Jiang Qing followed and looked over.

"You said Ye Meiyan likes playing basketball. I shouldn't have mocked you. She's so strong that I was completely dazed," Song Shuang said seriously. "The aristocratic queen has transformed into a hot athletic girl."

Jiang Qing almost rolled her eyes: "...If you don't know how to use metaphors, don't use them randomly. What about queens and hot girls? Use your brain to think normally."

"Blue...ball?" Jiang Qing raised the last word in his voice.

"Yes, it's the competition I told you about last time where you could be a cheerleader," Jiang Qing said proudly. "Our Meiyan was selected as the top seed for the basketball team after a fierce competition."

"Does the school have a women's basketball team?" Jiang Qing had never paid attention to it and didn't know much about it.

"No," Jiang Qing said matter-of-factly. "Just because it doesn't exist now doesn't mean it won't exist in the future. So, we're the first to do it, which makes it even more memorable!"

As she spoke, Song Shuang became excited. "That's right, our names will eventually be left in the history of school basketball."

Uh... not necessarily.

Although Jiang Qing didn't know much about the composition of the school basketball team, she also knew that the school treated basketball games as a face-saving project. Moreover, no matter what, the cheerleaders would not be written into the history book of the basketball team.

It sounded a bit unreliable, so Jiang Qing asked cautiously, "Did the teacher agree?"

Jiang Qing watched the two girls become more and more excited as they talked, almost dancing, and suddenly fell silent.

Silence reigned on the small platform.

Jiang Qing: "Our old class... is very good..."

Song Shuang turned around in surprise, but Jiang Qing remained calm, "He will definitely support us, isn't he?"

If it really doesn't work, she will go to the office every day and cry and hug her teacher's thighs. She just won't believe it.

Song Shuang, who was named, closed his open mouth and said with a firm face: "Yes, our class leader's personal character is so noble."

The three boys who acted as invisible men in the back listened to the whole thing and fell silent at the same time.

Old teacher...right...I think so.

The flesh on Jiang Qing's cheeks trembled slightly. Why did her teeth hurt so much after hearing that?

"Then your class teacher should be very popular among students." The girl seemed to believe it.

"Drink some water, come on," Jiang Qing quickly changed the subject, "Lin Nanyan, Lin Nan--"

"Here." A calm voice suddenly came from behind. Jiang Qing was startled and turned around to find that three boys were standing in a row behind them.

"Shouldn't you be in front?" She remembered that Lin Nanyan shook her off and walked forward, so how could he appear behind her now?

Chen Heng: "...We have always been here."

Lin Nanyan took out some water from his schoolbag and unscrewed the cap: "Here."

Jiang Qing took the water and passed it to Jiang Qing, then pushed away Lin Nanyan's hand that was trying to pass it to her again. She rummaged through her white schoolbag and pulled out a bag of beef jerky. She waved her hand, "Is anyone hungry? A combination of spicy and original flavors."

Chen Heng: "Come on."

"Can you handle spicy food?"

He didn't care: "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Then let's go with spicy food. Let me tell you, spicy beef is the most flavorful."

"good."

Jiang Qing raised her chin slightly and gestured, "Extend your hand."

She tore the hole in the beef bag wider and poured it into the boy's outstretched hand, then picked out the beef from its original place and put it back into the big bag.

Lin Nanyan turned the hand that was handing the water to his lips, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. The cool sour plum water seemed too sweet in his mouth, and the scorching sun added a bit of heat.

Song Shuang blinked, glanced left and right, and she moved to the boy's side in small steps and whispered, "You don't want to go?"

Lin Nanyan silently zipped up his white schoolbag and put it on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Song Shuang felt very disappointed.

Why is this childhood sweetheart so disappointing? He doesn't even know how to squeeze to the front whenever there's a chance.

"Ha, ha, ha," she laughed, rushing in between the two people who were sharing snacks, and stuck her head in place like a mallet. "Wow, beef jerky, I want some too. Give me some."

The boys and girls stopped sorting and looked at Song Shuang. The girl touched the back of her head and said, "What...what's wrong? Eat."

Jiang Qing complained expressionlessly, "You're so boastful, what are you trying to do?"

Song Shuang tapped her toes on the ground in embarrassment. Why did she come here? Oh, to watch her best friend’s Xiong competition live. But why did she take the lead? Where is Xiong...Xiong?

"It's Lin Nanyan!" She was always quick-witted and turned to point at Lin Nanyan. "He was too embarrassed to tell you, so he asked me to help him get some snacks."

Song Shuang secretly waved her fist at Lin Nanyan to signal the boy to cooperate. She was devoting herself to someone, and even dying...it would be fine if she died.

Chen Heng clasped his hands together, biting a bag of beef jerky as he walked over. "If you want some, just tell me. Here, here you go."

Lin Nanyan looked at the original beef jerky that was forced into his hand, raised his head and met the girl's gaze through the figure. He then lowered his head, tore open the packaging bag with his fingers nimbly, put the jerky into his mouth, and a slight curve appeared on one side of his cheek.

Jiang Qing tugged at Song Shuang's clothes and asked through gritted teeth, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Don't fool me."

Song Shuang took back what she was about to say. She curled her lips and said honestly, "I can't stand someone being too negative, so I'm here to give them a push."

Jiang Qing: "...Listen to me and thank you."

Song Shuang raised the corners of her lips, unable to conceal her pride, "You're welcome, after all, you are my best friend."

"I'm not praising you!"

Song Shuang immediately shut his mouth and said dryly, "Oh."

The mountains in Aoki Park do not look high, with the highest point hidden deep in the clouds. The slope is not steep, but it is precisely because of this that the mountain road winds around the mountain for several weeks, making the journey seem extremely long.

After eating and drinking, the group continued to climb up. At this time, they could only vaguely see Ye Meiyan's figure, which was far beyond their reach.

They walked and stopped along the way, several of them leaning on wooden crutches and panting heavily.

Halfway up the mountain, Song Shuang slumped down on a rock and said, "I can't do it anymore. I'm going to die if I keep going this way."

Chen Heng looked at her and said, "You can't sit down after strenuous exercise. It's best to stand or walk slowly for a few minutes until your heartbeat and breathing become regular before sitting down."

Jiang Qing and Wang Huaqiang's legs were shaking, and they moved slowly with crutches, just like patients who had just recovered from a lame leg and were undergoing rehabilitation training.

Song Shuang dragged her crippled body to her feet with difficulty. She accused Jiang Qing, "Jiang Jiang, what's with that look in your eyes? Is the place you chose something a person can climb up?"

Jiang Qing also took a deep breath. "I don't know. It's obviously not that high from the bottom of the mountain," she said, confused. "Besides, I made a special guide. Hiking Qingmu Mountain is the most-liked route nearby."

As she spoke, she looked for the person who shared the blame with her: "Is it Lin Nanyan? I showed you the route."

"Yeah." Although he only learned about the mountain climbing activity when he was at the entrance of Aoki Park, what Jiang Jiang said was indeed right.

Lin Nanyan took off his coat, revealing his lean figure. He exerted force with his hands, his thin muscles shifting slightly, revealing the ridges of his face. Sweat on his forehead transformed into crystalline beads, sliding down the smooth lines of his face, wetting his eyebrows and eyes like the hazy morning mist that covers the mountains.

"Sizzle—"

The thin summer fabric instantly tore into pieces.