Chapter 96 The scent of lily of the valley has inexplicably faded as we approach the end of the chapter.
"How come it's only been two weeks?" Jing Zhaosheng said dejectedly. "How much longer am I going to be locked up?"
“It’ll be fine once the election is over,” Wen Han said. “It’s not so bad to stay home and rest.”
Jing Zhao always has private tutors to teach her classes. She sighed, "It's so boring not being able to go out and play. I should have known better than to get that fake nose."
"A fake nose?" Wen Han realized she was talking about An Xi and asked curiously, "How do you know his nose is fake?"
Wen Han didn't notice at all.
“When we went there last time, his nose was glowing when the light shone on it. He must have had implants.” Jing Zhao squinted. “It’s obvious he’s trying to imitate my dad’s nose. His face has probably had some minor adjustments too, but not too much.”
The An family really went to great lengths. An Xi and An Ning were cousins, and they probably looked three or four parts alike, but the An family wasn't satisfied and insisted on making them seven or eight parts alike. Even Wen Han, who had only met An Ning once, could tell the difference, let alone Jing Xu.
If someone who looks so much like him takes the initiative to approach him, unless Jingxu is a scumbag driven by lust, he will definitely be suspicious.
Only those idiots in the An family thought Jingxu would be so obsessed with creating a stand-in script.
“I can tell even without a light,” Jing Zhao scoffed. “A nose as beautiful and delicate as my dad’s can only be obtained through genetics, okay? That guy must have used some kind of technology!”
Wen Han thought of Jing Yu's nose and nodded unconsciously.
He didn't see Jing Feng at all during his visit to the Jing family home. He guessed that Jing Feng and Jing Xu were too busy with the election to go home.
After finishing their conversation, Jing Zhao, as usual, took out his tarot cards to pass the time.
Wen Han smiled ingratiatingly: "Jing Zhao, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."
"What?" Jing Zhao asked with a fawning smile, "Actually, I also have something I'd like to ask you for help with..."
Wen Han said warily, "I wouldn't dare take you out to play, would I? I wouldn't dare."
“No,” Jing Zhao said, “I just want you to help me observe some things.”
"oh."
What do you want to ask?
"Hmm, do I have a chance of being selected?"
Jing Zhao drew three cards, and seeing that they were all good, said, "That's fine."
"Are you asking about the special admissions?" Jing Zhao asked. "If you're worried, I can ask my older brother and have him inquire for you—"
"No need!" Wen Han quickly replied, "What do you want me to observe?"
“Actually, it’s my second brother,” Jing Zhao said. “I’ve always felt that he’s been acting strange lately.”
Jing Yu? Wen Han thought for a moment, Jing Yu seemed no different from usual.
Wen Han teased her, "Don't you know how to draw cards? Why don't you just ask the card what the situation is?"
“I’ve already tried it.” Jing Zhao said without any burden. “The cards I had at the time didn’t look good, they even looked pretty good, but then things suddenly took a turn for the worse.”
"Will things get worse?" Wen Han asked worriedly.
*
Jingfeng still didn't come back that night, so the three of them ate dinner together.
After dinner, Jingzhao turned on the TV; the evening news was about to begin.
Since the "Midnight Crying Attack on the Widow O" incident was exposed, Number Four's approval rating has plummeted. Now, it's another Alpha Number One's time to be riding high, and many of those who originally supported Number Four have switched their allegiance to Number One.
The Beta that Jingyu mentioned, which is number five, is gaining votes, but there is still a significant gap compared to number one.
As Wen Han watched, she came to understand why the Jing family supported Number Five: they had promised to strongly support healthcare and people's livelihoods after taking office, and to increase foreign exchange through medical exports.
Wen Han was lucky if she could understand half of what they were saying; at least from their perspectives, they both seemed quite reasonable.
Jing Zhao lay on the sofa, glancing at the screen every now and then: "Next, we'll probably just start throwing dirt on each other."
Wen Han was getting sleepier and sleepier as he watched the news. He had been going to bed quite late lately, and he yawned.
Jing Yu said, "Let's go to bed early tonight."
Since the Jing family started promoting their pheromone suppression patches, Wen Han has rarely smelled the pheromones of people around her at school.
When he went to sleep, Jing Yu naturally removed the suppression patch. He turned off the bedside lamp and lay on the other side of the bed. Wen Han smelled the lily of the valley fragrance on him.
In the darkness, Wen Han blinked: "Your body is very healthy."
Jing Yu laughed: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
"I went to the hospital, and that's what they were testing."
Just as Wen Han was about to boast about how amazing she was and how urgent the situation was, Jing Yu suddenly asked softly, "What else can you smell?"
The scent of lily of the valley had faded for some reason, so Wen Han shifted her position slightly to get closer to Jing Yu: "It feels... different from before."
He thought for a moment and added, "When we first met last semester, it still smelled of grass, but now it only smells of flowers."
But if it's not because of illness, nor because of mood, then what is it?
Fortunately, Wen Han was secretly relieved. If Dr. Pei had asked him this question at the hospital, he definitely wouldn't have been able to answer it.
Could it be that Jingzhao asked him to observe something related to this?
Wen Han didn't think for long; he would forget one sentence after another as soon as he finished thinking about it, and soon he fell asleep.
Although the weather was gradually warming up, the nights were still like winter. Jingyu tucked Wenhan in, then leaned against the soft pillows, quietly waiting for dawn.
——
As the election progressed, the only remaining real competition between the candidates was between No. 1 and No. 5.
At this point, both sides have forgotten about any semblance of decency. Their own people have all stepped down to seize on the other side's weaknesses, determined to dig up dirt from eight hundred years ago.
Wen Han then realized what Jing Yu meant when he said that Number Five was very stable. Compared to Number One, his scandals were like millet hitting a watermelon, not worth mentioning at all. His own caution and the fact that his father-in-law was a reporter meant that he had almost no scandals.
When news broke that President No. 1 would cut existing healthcare benefits, his approval rating plummeted.
The medical benefits available to Betas are relatively limited. Alphas and Omegas, on the other hand, require monthly inhibitors and suppression patches, pheromone medications, and hospital checkups—all of which are essential. Without government-supported healthcare policies, how could the cheapest inhibitors be bought for just a few dollars?
Even though the Jing family's suppression patches were not expensive, costing only one yuan each, the government still subsidized a large portion of the price, which allowed the suppression patches to be successfully promoted.
While cutting healthcare benefits could reduce government spending, let's wait until we're actually in power before making any decisions about that.
Jing Zhao worriedly said, "If he does this, many people will definitely not be able to afford medical treatment."
Wen Han didn't feel much: "The cost of my annual hospital visits is less than the amount of my insurance premiums."
At this moment, Wen Han was unaware that this seemingly distant debate on medical reform was actually very close to him.
After Number One made these remarks, many of the AO groups that originally supported him switched their support to Number Five.
"Will the Gu family be finished?" Wen Han asked, watching the news.
Jingyu peeled apples for his sister and Wenhan. Wenhan's gaze gradually shifted from the TV to Jingyu's actions of peeling the apples. The apple peels were so long that they didn't break, and they looked like they could wrap around Fei Nai'er's waist.
Jingyu's hands are so skillful that even peeling an apple is a pleasure to behold.
The system's attention, however, was elsewhere: "Host, apple peels are delicious too, they have a unique fragrance."
“Gu Zong had already distanced himself from Gu Yuan and the others,” Jing Yu said, lowering his eyes. “He bet on the right person from the very beginning.”
Gu Yuan probably laughed at Gu Zong for betting on a Beta, but in the end, he became the clown himself.
Hmph, let those few bastards look down on Beta.
The auntie came back from grocery shopping and said happily, "Miss, look what I'm holding in my hand!"
"Apples?" Jing Zhao's face scrunched up. "Why are there so many apples in the house lately?"
"You can get an apple just by picking up a flyer."
Wow, Auntie actually picked up all the candidates' flyers in one go, no wonder she came back so late.
For lunch before going to school, they ate braised pork ribs with apples, sweet and sour pork with apples, cucumber and apple salad... even their dessert was apple jelly.
Jing Zhao complained, "Why are all the other candidates being given apples? Why can't they be given something else?"
"Perhaps Apple's success signifies something."
When Wen Han and Jing Yu went to school, their aunt gave them two apples.
well.
*
Wen Han waited for Fang Songxia to come over: "Here, have some fruit."
"What a coincidence?" Fang Songxia said, "My mom also asked me to bring you some fruit."
A bad feeling welled up in Wen Han's heart: "Could it be an apple?"
Fang Songxia asked in surprise, "Wen Han, how did you know?"
Wen Han: "......"
Although they only sent apples, at least they weren't stingy; the apples were quite large.
A short while later, the homeroom teacher walked in and said with a serious expression that no more fruit was allowed to be brought to school.
Wen Han could only stuff the apple into her schoolbag: "What's wrong with the school now?"
Yang Lanjun didn't even look up: "The head of the teaching department was hit with an apple."
No matter how heated the election is online or outside, once the school gates are closed, students still have to attend classes obediently until late at night.
After all, it's not a holiday, so why bother about this?
The news that Wen Han had been taken away by specially recruited personnel spread throughout the school, and people came to inquire about the news after every class.
Aside from Jing Yu, Wen Han only told Fang Songxia, who swore to keep the secret and said he didn't know anything to anyone who asked him.
Wen Qingke also learned the news; his homeroom teacher told him.
"Hanhan, once we get the news about which university you'll be attending, shouldn't we throw a celebration?"
"Why hold a banquet to celebrate a school? Doesn't that cost money?" Wen Han frowned. He didn't want his family to spend money to invite a bunch of relatives whose names he didn't even know to a banquet.
"When people come to eat, we definitely have to give them a favor."
Wen Han almost forgot about this. Wen Qingke used to only go to banquets when he really couldn't refuse. Wen Han and the others wouldn't go with him because it would be a favor, and going would definitely cost them two hundred yuan.
That's acceptable. If we can break even, Wen Han thought for a moment and said, "Then don't invite your poor relatives like your fourth uncle's or fifth aunt's. Don't just bring a hundred yuan."
Wen Qingke hesitated, "It's not good if they're all relatives."
Wen Han retorted angrily, "What kind of relatives are we if we can't even see each other once a year?"
The election results came out a week before the special recruitment announcement.
Wen Han was doing her homework at her seat. It was raining heavily outside, and everyone was studying quietly. The classroom was filled with a damp atmosphere.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the classroom across the building; it was Gu Cheng's class.
Wen Han realized something and immediately looked at Jing Yu, who looked up at the message on his phone and smiled at him.
"Number five won."
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