Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I am a sinister green tea, in order to make the whole country...
Liu Jingheng is no longer able to do it.
It turns out that auditory hallucinations occur at the moment of death.
"Where are you studying?" asked an old but vigorous voice.
"Mr. Qin, I am studying oral medicine at the Jinhai University School of Medicine." A clear and gentle male voice followed.
"Yunqing has just been recommended for admission to the University of Hong Kong. As long as he passes the assessment, he will study under the most authoritative dental expert in the country." Another young male voice said with a smile in his tone.
Liu Jingheng's eyeballs moved slowly beneath her eyelids. Yunqing? Where had she heard that before?
After thinking hard for a long time, I finally got some clues.
Liu Jingheng sighed. She shouldn't have listened to any domineering CEO literature before leaving. Now even the revolving lanterns were shaped like the male protagonists.
"Stop pretending now that you're awake." Suddenly, an impatient male voice sounded softly in my ears.
Liu Jingheng frowned. Is it... Bi'an or Wujiu?
He slowly opened his eyes to investigate. He had only seen the Black and White Impermanence in movies and TV shows before, and he wanted to see if they were really as ferocious-looking and long-tongued as depicted in the movies.
Then she just stood there in a daze.
Who is this.
Before him stood a handsome and heroic man, framed by a backdrop of a magnificent mansion. Next to him sat a gray-haired old man and a handsome young man, all three of them looking at him.
Liu Jingheng: ...?
As expected, the performance of all industries is not good now. In order to attract people, even the underworld has begun to take the approach of service first.
"Student Liu, we have disturbed Chu Yao and Director Qin for a long time. Didn't you say you still have classes in the afternoon? Let's go?" The handsome boy asked calmly.
The handsome man stopped him:
"Let Liu crawl on his own. Yunqing, you stay and have a simple meal with my grandfather."
Liu Jingheng is sluggish.jpg
He doesn't understand.
But Yunqing and Chu Yao are both familiar names.
After the old CPU had been running for ten minutes, Liu Jingheng suddenly realized:
I'm not dead, I'm wearing it.
The days of giving up treatment and waiting to die were long and boring. Fortunately, the sister in the next bed was a lively person. She had many relatives at home, and people came to visit her from time to time and read her favorite BL novels to her.
Later, my sister's surgery unfortunately failed. Before she died, her family members lay in front of her bed, holding her favorite novel, flipping through the pages frantically, crying:
"Daughter, open your eyes. You haven't finished listening to the story your mother is reading to you."
Liu Jingheng stood in the shadows, his sinister gaze fixed on Cheng Yunqing's graceful figure. He naturally wouldn't allow Cheng Yunqing to easily win the old man's favor with just a few words. The only one who could marry Qin Chuyao was himself!
Liu Jingheng's gaze passed by the stairs for a moment, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
My sister took her last breath:
"I've read it here..."
After listening to the domineering president novels for several days, Liu Jingheng finally reacted:
The green tea cannon fodder in the article has the same name and surname as me.
"Love Comes Again" is a popular BL novel. In the novel, the top and the bottom attend the same university, and the top falls in love with the bottom at first sight. In order to pick this high-ranking flower, the male protagonist Qin Chuyao takes every step carefully and overcomes all difficulties, and finally wins her heart.
In order to indirectly highlight the charm of the attacker, the author arranges a shady green tea cannon fodder as the attacker's fanatical pursuer. In order to marry into a wealthy family, the cannon fodder's first task is to eliminate the obstructing high-class flower.
With his superb green tea skills and explosive acting skills that are unique in the world, Cannon Fodder ruined Cheng Yunqing's reputation, causing their relationship to be opposed by the whole family. Cannon Fodder took the opportunity to use his clever words to coax the male protagonist grandfather into a state of confusion. The old man clapped his hands:
"Except Jingheng, all the other rotten fish and shrimp can go back to where they came from!"
In the end, in accordance with the true meaning of a cool novel, the cannon fodder's nature is exposed, and she is slapped in the face by the male protagonists. She is then offline and lives a life without worries about food and clothing - no food to eat, no clothes to wear.
"Are you going to leave or not?"
Liu Jingheng's CPU was turning slowly, and her thoughts were interrupted by a vicious voice.
Qin Chuyao had already ordered them to leave, but seeing Liu Jingheng slumped on the sofa like a giant Buddha, he lost his patience. If he hadn't seen that he and Yunqing were in the same club, would he still want to enter this door today?
After a while, Liu Jingheng sighed towards the gorgeous ceiling.
He was already dead, yet they forced him back to life. Let's finish the story quickly and go back to rest in peace.
Liu Jingheng looked around.
This scene is somewhat reminiscent of me.
In the original story, Qin Chuyao's grandfather was very fond of Cheng Yunqing when he first met him. The old man had made his fortune from scratch and had little education in his youth. He admired Cheng Yunqing, an intellectual, and he was very fond of him because of his pleasing appearance.
The original owner of the cannon fodder didn't use his eyes to breathe. He knew that the old man's decision was of great importance, so he came up with a plan.
He pretended to fall down the stairs and shouted the classic line of "Cannon Fodder" to Cheng Yunqing:
"I truly consider you my friend, why are you trying to harm me? You evil person!"
Afterwards, he sat in a wheelchair to gain sympathy, and used a trick to make the old man's favorability towards Cheng Yunqing -10086.
After recalling the plot, Liu Jingheng clenched her fist firmly: I am a sinister green tea. In order to let people all over the country drink Longjing tea, if I don’t jump into the Yellow River, who will?
Liu Jingheng stood up and looked at Mr. Qin who was looking at him curiously. Out of courtesy, he bowed:
"Grandpa, I'm leaving first."
The old man said "OK" and nothing else happened.
Qin Chuyao, on the other hand, chased after him and scolded him, "You should have left long ago for being so dawdling. Your face is thicker than the corner of a city wall."
Qin Chuyao in the original text is a hot-tempered man who comes from a large conglomerate and has a handsome appearance. He is surrounded by many admirers, and he knows what the butterflies are thinking at a glance.
Liu Jingheng's frail figure was a little unstable. After swaying twice, she came to the entrance of the spiral staircase.
The male protagonist Cheng Yunqing followed and came over: "Chu Yao, I'll go see classmate Liu off."
Liu Jingheng took a deep breath: Just come directly.
"I'm sorry, Liu, I can't keep you for dinner today..."
Before Cheng Yunqing finished speaking, he saw Liu Jingheng slowly squatting down and lying on the ground, sliding off the chopping board like a naked squid.
Halfway down the stairs, he lost his balance and hit his head on the handrail.
He rubbed his head and thought for a moment, then moved his butt toward the middle of the stairs, stuck perfectly in the center line, and continued to slide down.
The extraordinary rhythm of 5 centimeters per hour ended, and finally he lay on the ground in a standard "big" shape, looking up weakly at the sky.jpg
Liu Jingheng looked at the ceiling, her heart beating fast.
He was born with transposition of the great arteries, poor hematopoietic function, and often suffered from chest tightness and shortness of breath. Exercise that ordinary people do is a tribulation for him.
After sliding down more than ten flights of stairs, my heart was pounding, my head was buzzing, and my vision was gradually blurring.
Cheng Yunqing was stunned for a while, then strode downstairs, helped Liu Jingheng up and checked on her: "Are you okay?"
Liu Jingheng stared at the stairs blankly, without saying a word, with the word "death" vaguely appearing on her face.
Qin Chuyao and the old man heard the noise and rushed over to check the situation.
Liu Jingheng held on to the last bit of consciousness, heard footsteps, and struggled to take a deep breath.
The brain is like a ball of yarn that has been played with by a kitten, it is in a mess, but the mission of cannon fodder cannot be forgotten.
He opened his mouth, his lips slightly blue:
"Cheng Yunqing, I really want to harm you, why do you treat me as your friend? You're so bad, so bad..."
My mind was in a mess and my mouth lost its rhythm.
"What are you doing crazy again?" Qin Chuyao walked down the stairs in two steps and kicked Liu Jingheng's arm. "You're not dead, are you? If you're not dead, get up and get out of here!"
Seeing that Cheng Yunqing was indifferent, Liu Jingheng thought he didn't hear it.
Do it again.
"Cheng Yunqing... I really want to harm you..." Tsk, he got off track again.
Cheng Yunqing supported him and nodded: "I see."
"Bad, bad..." Liu Jingheng used up the last of her strength and diligently performed the role of a vicious cannon fodder.
Before he could utter the last word "人", his head tilted and he passed out.
The old man watched the excitement for a while, then pondered for a moment: "Send him to the hospital first. Our family is not good at seeing blood this year."
They called a few maids, called the emergency number, and a group of people worked together to carry Liu Jingheng out.
It was very light and weightless. Its thin body could not support the loose shirt, and the wrist hanging outside the stretcher was thin and lonely.
Qin Chuyao breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hands from his waist, and looked at Cheng Yunqing:
"Let's go? I'll ask the kitchen to make you something you like."
Cheng Yunqing's gaze fell on the ambulance outside the door.
After a few breaths, he shook his head and said, "I'll go and see what's going on."
Just as he was about to leave, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Turning back, he met Qin Chuyao's angry eyes: "His death has nothing to do with you, why are you joining in the fun?"
Cheng Yunqing still shook his head and only said, "I'll go and take a look."
As soon as the person left, Qin Chuyao grabbed the sofa cushion and smashed it to the ground. The cushion bounced up and flew far away.
The plan to meet the parents was ruined by this playboy. It would be best if he died in the hospital.
At this moment, the servants' voice of "Good afternoon, Mr. Qin" brought Qin Chuyao back to his senses, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.
A tall man strode in from outside the door, his long legs and narrow waist wrapped in a straight, high-end suit, and his feet created a sharp wind.
As soon as the man entered the room, the Suzhou embroidered sofa cushion thrown out by Qin Chuyao slid along the floor tiles to his feet.
Qin Chuyao followed the man's gaze, and his body suddenly stiffened, almost to the point of breaking.
"Uncle, you're back." Qin Chuyao tried hard to put on a good smile, his hands unconsciously twisted together.
After struggling for a long time, he finally realized what was happening and hurriedly picked up the sofa cushions and straightened them out.
The man called uncle said "hmm" lightly, without even looking at him, and went straight upstairs.
Qin Chuyao spun around like a music box dancer, a smile in his eyes, until the man's back disappeared, and then he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.
*
In the hospital.
Cheng Yunqing took the CT report from the doctor and looked towards the ward opposite.
The doctor pushed his glasses:
"Fortunately, there were no external injuries. The victim was unconscious because he suffered from congenital heart disease and his heart was stimulated by falling down the stairs."
Cheng Yunqing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Congenital heart disease?"
"Yes, it's a more complicated transposition of the great arteries."
Cheng Yunqing frowned deeply.
A little... unexpected.
He and Liu Jingheng met in the school debate team. It was Liu Jingheng who initiated the conversation, and their relationship was at most an acquaintance. Liu Jingheng didn't seem to think so. She was always sticky and would even pry into his privacy.
But he knew nothing about Liu Jingheng.
Congenital heart disease? This guy is so energetic every day, and I even asked him to go hiking with me a few days ago.
Cheng Yunqing came to his senses and asked the doctor:
"What's the chance of curing this disease?"
"The condition is quite complicated. If the patient takes surgery and medication on time, eats healthily, and maintains a good mood, he or she can survive for several years."
"A few years..." Cheng Yunqing's delicate eyebrows gathered towards the center like a bow.
The doctor nodded, gave a few instructions, and turned to leave.
Cheng Yunqing stared blankly at the tightly closed ward door opposite him, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He gently pushed open Liu Jingheng's door and looked inside. The boy on the bed was so thin that even the thick quilt couldn't support his shape.
Liu Jingheng was sleeping quietly, his pale face was like a handful of fresh snow, and there was a small bright red mole on the tip of his nose, like blood-red chalcedony fallen in the snow. This was the only color on his face.
Cheng Yunqing sat down beside the bed, staring at Liu Jingheng's face for a long time, and suddenly smiled:
"Bad boy? Why are you acting like a spoiled brat all of a sudden?"
"Hmm." A dreamy voice came from the bed.
Cheng Yunqing's smile suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his indifferent and serious expression.
When Liu Jingheng woke up, she felt like her body was the guillotine of a meat grinder, spinning non-stop and grinding the flesh and bones into a ball of stuffing.
The scene in front of me gradually became clear, and in my sight was a strange yet familiar face.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" Cheng Yunqing said in a calm voice.
Liu Jingheng rubbed her eyes, trying to see more clearly.
A face exactly as described in the original text - black hair, red lips, eyes like a pale window after rain, a clear face that is full of the warmth and transparency that comes from a life of luxury, like a cold moon in the water, with a bright halo.
Liu Jingheng paused for a long time, recalling that she was already in the world of the book, waiting to play the plot of framing the male protagonist. After careful reflection, it seemed that some details were not in place.
When the original owner of the cannon fodder shouted "I treat you as a friend", in order to emphasize his emotion, he clenched his fists with veins showing.
Liu Jingheng slowly looked at Cheng Yunqing, then suddenly raised her hand, clenched her fingers tightly, and matched her gaze with a chilling look:
"Bad, bad guy..."
Cheng Yunqing looked at him sternly for a long time, then turned his head away and raised his hand to hide the uncontrollable smile at the corner of his lips.
"What's your parents' contact information? The doctor said he needs to contact your family to discuss your congenital heart disease in detail." He changed the subject.
"Parents... Parents..." Liu Jingheng mumbled. Oh, right, she remembered, "I don't have any."
Cheng Yunqing paused with his fingers resting on his knees. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden text message on his phone.
He opened the text message. Although the text was cold, he still saw the Chinese characters transformed into small flames:
[From: Qin Chuyao
Content: Lunch is ready, when will you be back?
After looking for a long time, Cheng Yunqing sighed and stood up:
"I promised Qin Chuyao to have a simple meal with grandpa. You can rest here first. I will come over when I have time."
Liu Jingheng looked at Cheng Yunqing's face, her head turning slowly.
As a cannon fodder green tea, he should try his best to reduce the male protagonist's ability to build up feelings for the male protagonist during their interactions in the early stage of the novel.
No, Cheng Yunqing can't leave.
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