Gentle conspiracy: Good morning, I have a question I'd like to ask you.

Ying Qian smacked her lips and scrolled up the chat history.

Ever since I added Chen Wenzhi as a friend, all we talk about are exam questions! All kinds of questions! All sorts of everyday topics, all of which are just setting the stage for the questions to come.

She felt quite helpless.

Ying Qian didn't reply. She really felt that social media should be used to relax and chat about gossip!

The other side quickly sent over another picture, an English cloze test from last year's mock exam in S City.

Gentle conspiracy: There are a few points I don't quite understand.

Ying Qian had almost never heard Chen Wenzhi use the word "don't understand".

This suddenly piqued her interest. She put down her bread and focused intently on the gestalt.

Ying Qian had read the original cloze test, so she sent the answer in less than three minutes, along with several very long voice messages explaining it.

The other end replied with a few words: Thank you, Ying Qian.

"Tch..." Ying Qian chuckled, muttering irritably, "She keeps calling me 'classmate Ying Qian' all the time, acting like we're not that close."

Ying Qian: Can't you talk to me about something else?

Gentle conspiracy: What do you want me to talk to you about?

Ying Qian: For example, sharing daily life, funny videos, etc.

Gentle conspiracy: boring.

Two glaring words caught Ying Qian's eye, leaving her speechless and momentarily speechless.

She rested her chin on her hand, inexplicably hoping that another message would pop up in the chat box.

After a long while, her eyes ached from staring at him, but he didn't send another message.

People should be more proactive.

Ying Qian: Are you still there?

Gentle conspiracy: In.

Ying Qian: Why are you ignoring me?

Gentle conspiracy: I'm working on a problem, but I'll still reply to your message, since I get bored sometimes too.

Ying Qian: Then I'll try to bother you as much as possible.

Gentle conspiracy: something one desires but cannot obtain.

"I couldn't ask for it..." Ying Qian smiled and murmured softly, "I couldn't ask for it either."

She was about to wash the dishes, but as the sunlight shone in, it became hazy and in a daze, after a brief struggle to regain consciousness, she fell asleep on the table.

When I woke up this morning, I didn't feel well. My head felt heavy, and after standing by the window for a while in the breeze, my whole body felt chilly.

"Ring ring ring..." The urgent ringing of the telephone startled her awake.

Ying Qian reached for her phone and pressed the answer button by feel. She swallowed hard, as if she had swallowed a razor blade.

So much so that my voice was a little hoarse when I answered the phone.

"Ying Qian, have you had lunch?" Meng Beiyan's voice was bright and clear.

His current tone didn't sound like he'd been crying at all. Ying Qian still vaguely remembered the strange feeling of his hot tears falling on her shoulder last night. That tear was scalding hot, perhaps containing many things, but Ying Qian knew she knew nothing.

Ying Qian grunted, "No."

The person on the other end noticed something was wrong with the voice and quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She paused for half a second, then said, "No."

Her head did hurt a little, but she decided not to say anything so as not to worry Meng Beiyan. After all, she was a high school student, and it wouldn't be good to make her family worry about everything.

"If you feel unwell while I'm gone, please tell me. Don't worry about disrupting my work! Because..."

He paused for a moment, because this was what I should make up for to you.

He kept those words to himself.

Ying Qian responded vaguely.

He remained silent for a long time, then Ying Qian said in surprise, "Hey, brother?"

"Hmm? I'm here. You need to take care of yourself. I'll have Meng Xuhe bring you lunch, okay?" Meng Beiyan's voice was calm.

It really does sound like coaxing a child.

"No need, I'll cook myself right away."

She knew that if she didn't hang up, Meng Beiyan would nag her endlessly and cause trouble for many people, but she didn't want her to disrupt everyone's lives, even though Meng Beiyan's life had already been completely disrupted by her.

She felt grateful to Meng Beiyan, and therefore didn't want to trouble him.

After hanging up the phone, instead of going to cook as instructed, she squinted her eyes and collapsed onto the bed.

Her head ached, and the throbbing in her temples kept her awake.

She intended to rub her temples, but when she inadvertently touched her forehead, she was shocked to find it was frighteningly hot. She sat up abruptly and frantically searched for a thermometer.

When she got out of bed, she accidentally bumped her leg and hissed.

While having her temperature taken, she made herself a packet of instant noodles.

Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal.

Ying Qian took out a thermometer and fell into deep thought as she looked at the high temperature of thirty-nine degrees Celsius.

She opened her phone, scrolled through the message list, paused for a moment, and then went to the medicine box to find a few fever-reducing pills.