Chapter 5
Chi Ran took the initiative to provoke a direct confrontation and even explicitly called her "Little Pink," causing countless questions to pop into Song Yihuan's half-shutdown brain.
He can't see, so how did he find her?
Was she speaking too loudly on the phone? Could he pinpoint the location of a sound?
How can you say "Little Pink" so precisely?
…
The unknown brought fear, and Song Yihuan immediately darted to the side and fled in panic.
In short, the revenge mission did not make Chi Ran feel the pain of being opened up; on the contrary, she inexplicably felt the opening up in another sense.
They suffered a crushing defeat both online and offline, which was extremely humiliating.
She slumped dejectedly in her gaming chair, aimlessly tapping on her phone. Then, she looked up and her eyes met those of the male protagonist from a otome game on her screensaver.
The male protagonist, dressed in gym clothes, is doing pull-ups, his thin muscles working out smoothly.
She stared at it for a long time before she finally felt like she had successfully recharged.
She only recently started playing this game, mainly attracted by its fitness companion feature, and became completely hooked. Just as male escorts aren't there to drink, the fitness companion feature is clearly not for fitness purposes either.
She set the male lead she liked most as her screensaver and would do pull-ups for him to watch 24/7. Every time she turned on her computer, her mind and body felt nourished.
She rested her chin on her hand, admiring the view with satisfaction.
Suddenly, the screensaver icon flashed, then flashed again. Then, on the screen, he changed from holding the bar with both hands to holding it with one hand, using his arm to pull his body up and down, repeating the cycle.
Song Yihuan blinked in disbelief.
He performed several one-handed pull-ups in a series with a cool and standard posture, then his body swung slightly as he jumped off the horizontal bar and off the screen.
He took her hand and planted a light kiss on her arm. After the kiss, he looked up at her and pecked at her lips.
She vaguely remembered that this was the scene depicted on the Valentine's Day card, even the pose was the same.
Before long, the movements suddenly became unfamiliar.
His fingertips traced outlines, climbing from her wrist, down her arm, shoulder to her neck, and then caressing her cheek. His cool fingertips touched her lips, lingering there like anchor points, until he leaned down to kiss her.
When I came to my senses again, a certain thrill crept up my spine and down to my neck.
This... is definitely not a plot that can appear in a game.
She suddenly sensed a strange familiarity from his trivial hand gestures. She snapped back to reality, reached out and lifted his chin, and looked closely.
It was a face that burned slowly.
Song Yihuan couldn't explain how she woke up; was it from being startled or something else?
Before the spring equinox, the nights were long, and when she woke up, it was pitch black outside the window.
When she was fully awake, the blankets had been pulled off and were lying on the floor. She suddenly rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, pounded the pillow with her hands, and struggled several times.
After a long while, she reached out and touched her neck and cheeks, which were burning hot, as if she had a fever.
"I think spring is a terrible season." Song Yihuan had the same dream for three consecutive days, and this sentence suddenly popped into her head while eating breakfast.
Guoguo swallowed the large, handmade meat bun, her face full of confusion: "Your conclusion is so sudden, how did you come to that?"
Song Yihuan cupped her face in her hands, and could clearly feel her face getting hotter and hotter on the back of her hands.
She coughed lightly and asked cautiously, "Guo, have you ever been in a relationship?"
"I haven't dated much, mostly just slept around. I've only had one serious relationship, back in college," Guoguo said. "What, you want to date?"
My face felt even hotter.
She mustered her courage and asked, "So, do you dream about your boyfriend?"
Guoguo casually asked, "What kind of dream?"
Song Yihuan remained silent for a long time.
Clearly, silence is the clearest answer.
Guoguo held her lips tightly shut, clearly trying to suppress a laugh, and after a long while, she finally managed to say, "It's normal."
Song Yihuan regretted bringing up the topic, but since she had already asked this far, she decided to go all out and said, "I know it's normal to have a dream once, but isn't it a bit abnormal if it happens one after another?"
"How old are you again? 2002..." Guoguo quickly calculated in her mind, "You're only twenty, that's normal." She raised an eyebrow, "That's the age when you're daring to be bold."
"Is it normal to dream about people you hate?" Song Yihuan asked.
"You don't hate anything..." Guoguo gasped, her eyes widening. "Wow, it's the guy next door!"
"Keep your voice down!!" Song Yihuan covered her mouth.
Guoguo made a shushing gesture seriously, and only then did her mouth regain its freedom. "No problem, an annoying handsome guy is still a handsome guy. But speaking of which, judging from my appearance, his size should be..."
"Ah! Stop talking!!" Song Yihuan covered her mouth again. "How am I supposed to face him?!"
"What are you facing? Go for it!" Guoguo rested her chin on her hand. "Even though size isn't everything, having a good size is better than having none..."
Song Yihuan couldn't stand such bold words and tried to cover her mouth again, but Guoguo raised her hand to block it and said very seriously, "I'm not kidding. Psychological factors account for a large part of female orgasms."
Song Yihuan's face burned and went numb. "Huh? What?"
"This is the experience of someone who's been there," Guoguo said seriously. "It means, when it comes to handsome guys, you should go for it."
Song Yihuan: ...
This was the second time she had heard this theory in recent days, and it seemed far too advanced for her.
Before graduating from high school, let alone having a romantic relationship, she felt that Ms. Wang was watching her from somewhere outside the window if she even spoke a few words to a boy. After graduating from high school, she still didn't have a relationship, let alone take the next step in a relationship.
The closest experience was Wang Yashuai's invitation to the Super 8 hotel.
Noticing her hesitation, Guoguo cupped her hands into a hollow circle, pretending to hold a microphone: "Song Huanhuan, stop pretending. This reporter has a question for you: what was your eighteenth birthday wish?"
The microphone was moved in front of Song Yihuan.
"...to have a perfect romance."
The microphone was moved back, and Guoguo grinned, "So, what about nineteen?"
Song Yihuan's voice softened, her face burning, "Take, cough, take a perfect kiss."
"So, what's your wish for your upcoming twentieth birthday—"
She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and forced the words out: "To...to have a perfect...physical...experience, a one-time...high..."
I still can't continue.
Guoguo laughed: "So that's why! Why not go?"
“How could it be perfect! Tell me yourself, was your first time perfect?” Song Yihuan made a last-ditch effort.
"Extremely mediocre," Guoguo shook her head. "It didn't hurt, but it was very uncomfortable. My ex-boyfriend had no sense of romance, and even less skill. It was purely mechanical; the friction didn't generate heat, just pure friction. And I had just finished watching 'Love, Rosie,' and I was worried the whole time that it might fall inside..."
Song Yihuan's face was burning hot, but she forced herself to say, "So..."
"So here I am! I'm sharing my experience of failure with you!" Guoguo said. "Besides, you can do your homework with the other person before you go and strive for perfection."
…This has absolutely no connection to anything.
Guoguo is usually timid, but when it comes to talking about erotic topics, it's absolutely astonishing. And if she has any curiosity, Guoguo is known for being incredibly open and honest.
It's so blunt it's almost frightening.
Song Yihuan already had a guilty conscience, and after talking with Guoguo, her guilt turned completely yellow and she couldn't hide it anymore.
Moreover, based on the previous incident at the gym, she must have already equated herself with a pervert in Chi Ran's mind. If she does anything else, that equation will inevitably be straightened out instantly.
So, no, no.
However, people have a certain rebellious streak; the more she told herself that something was wrong, the more the thought clamored for her.
This thought, coupled with the gym incident, seriously affected her confidence in facing her neighbors.
She no longer had the arrogance she once had. Not only did she no longer dare to bang on doors to deliver group-buying deals, but she would also lower her head and run away if she occasionally bumped into the two people across the hall.
…It's incredibly pathetic.
The chain reaction triggered by this idea reached a point that could not be ignored when everyone went downstairs for the second time.
"Hi," Qian Yu greeted cheerfully.
Guoguo replied to him, "Hi."
Song Yihuan shrank behind Guoguo, who wasn't much taller than her, and gave an awkward smile, not daring to make a sound.
Chi Ran looked straight ahead, her face not in their direction, which relieved her somewhat.
As the elevator started moving, in the slight feeling of weightlessness, Chi Ran suddenly turned her head in their direction.
Song Yihuan shuddered in fright and hid behind Guoguo again.
…The movement was a bit too big, and the elevator swayed slightly.
The elevator swayed, and Chi Ran tilted his head slightly. He raised an eyebrow provocatively in their direction, a slight smile playing on his lips, before slowly turning back.
He seems to be in a great mood.
What's the meaning?
With just that ambiguous expression, Song Yihuan's heart pounded even harder than the elevator, and she didn't recover until she was queuing downstairs.
Chi Ran and Qian Yu were still in front of them in line, and she pulled Guo Guo to keep a distance of more than one meter from them.
Chi Ran had fair skin and a tall stature, making her stand out in the group. The faint smile on her lips was almost blinding.
Perhaps because she had something to hide, Song Yihuan would occasionally glance at his face to make sure that glaring smile was still there.
After queuing for twenty minutes, based on Song Yihuan's sampling observations every few seconds, it is reasonable to conclude that an irritating and punchable smile was always on his face.
What is he laughing at?
He knew she had dyed her hair pink; perhaps Qian Yu had told her, and it was normal. But how could he find her so accurately at the gym?
After going upstairs and closing the door, she earnestly discussed her guesses with Guoguo.
“I don’t think he’s completely blind, but rather has limited vision, which is why he was able to call me Little Pink so accurately that day.” Song Yihuan rested her chin on her hand, sitting close to Guoguo. “But I was clearly the one who arrived at the gym first, so why did he accuse me of stalking him?”
"Isn't that how he talks? Otherwise, why would you two have argued twice?" Guoguo sat on the sofa, propping her chin up as she watched a Korean drama, and casually replied, "Didn't he also use the account 'Ember' to say that you don't understand music theory?"
Speaking of the Ember account, Song Yihuan sighed, "His songs are indeed very well written, and it's reasonable that he doesn't want to show his face. It would be a great pity to lower the standards of judgment because of his physical defect."
Guoguo laughed at her: "Want to make up?"
"Impossible!" Song Yihuan said. "Just because he's a bit good-looking, and I accidentally dreamed about him a few times and did something to him in my dreams, does that mean I should forgive him? You can't just forgive like that!"
Guoguo put down her iPad and got up to get a drink of water. Song Yihuan also got up and followed her: "What makes him say I stalked him? He has no evidence! Even if he saw me at the gym, that only means it was a coincidence, and it doesn't prove that I stalked him, right?"
"Yes." Guoguo swallowed a mouthful of water and said cooperatively.
“Right!” Song Yihuan said, “So what exactly did he mean in the elevator today? Was he trying to provoke us?”
Guoguo said, "I don't know, I was replying to a message at that time and didn't look up."
Song Yihuan vividly described, "He was looking in our direction... not exactly with his face turned towards us, but with a really arrogant smile! And while we were in line, he kept that arrogant smile on his face!"
"Always?" Guoguo recalled for a moment, "I really didn't notice."
After drinking the water, Guoguo returned to the sofa and sat down. Song Yihuan followed behind her and sat down as well.
"He was smiling the whole time he was in line! Like he'd had some hyaluronic acid injections!" she said. "Qian Yu said before that he had an accident two years ago. Tell me, what kind of accident was it?"
"Medical malpractice? Car accident? That's how it's portrayed in Korean dramas." Guoguo pointed to the handsome oppa on the iPad, "This is what happens when a car accident occurs."
Song Yihuan looked at Oppa's neat movements on the screen and complained, "This acting is too deliberate. Oppa has been blind for three years, so why is he still walking with his arms outstretched like a little zombie? It's even more deliberate than when Ziwei first went blind."
“Maybe he just gets used to walking like this,” Guoguo said.
“Chi Ran is not like that at all. His movements are not that exaggerated,” Song Yihuan said. “He also relies more on his hands to make judgments. He will touch things around, so sometimes his hand movements will seem very trivial.”
For example, to press the buttons on the treadmill, he has to feel for each one one by one. It's the same with his phone; then again, he always wears headphones, and his phone probably has one of those voice-activated features on…”
Guoguo squinted and leaned closer, looking at her suspiciously.
Song Yihuan was confused by the stare. "...What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?"
Guoguo moved even closer.
"What are you doing?" she suddenly felt a little guilty.
"Let me tell you from experience," Guoguo patted her shoulder, "Being curious about a man is a sign that things are about to go wrong."
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