0063 is him
The paper was crumpled into a ball, slammed against the door, fell to the ground, and rolled to Song Ning's feet.
Anger burned through her body, and Song Ning's eyes were sharp and cold, filled with boundless hatred and pain. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the churning hatred.
On the table, the pair of sinister eyes in the photo were staring at Song Ning, like prey about to be devoured, ruthless and merciless.
Song Ning picked up the photo, her hand trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
She forced herself to look directly into the man's fierce eyes, determined to remember his face forever. She said, slowly and deliberately, "Run for a while, don't get caught."
There were two knocks outside the door. Shen Yuxiu stood there and asked, "Are you up?"
"Get up, wait a moment."
Song Ning wiped away her tears of resentment, picked up the crumpled paper, tidied up the documents on the table, stuffed them into the lockable drawer of the dressing table, put the key away, and got up to open the door.
Song Ning opened the door, shivered from the wind, and turned to walk towards the bathroom: "It's so cold, close the door quickly."
Shen Yuxiu glanced at the bruises on her legs under the towel and placed the motorcycle keys on the table: "The motorcycle has been returned."
He followed me into the bathroom: "Don't ride for the next couple of days, wait until you're almost fully recovered before riding again."
Song Ning took a hair dryer from the wall cabinet: "Great, anyway, school starts soon, there will be plenty of opportunities to ride it at school."
Shen Yuxiu took the hair dryer from her hand: "You want to ride it at school?"
"Can't we ride them in school?" Song Ning stood in front of the mirror, turned to ask Shen Yuxiu behind her, "I've seen people ride them in."
Shen Yuxiu plugged in the power cord, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You'll know once you've ridden it."
There was nothing wrong with riding a bike on the day of registration; Song Ning even took Lin Qianqian for a ride outside the school.
On the first day of school, she had only ridden less than 2 kilometers when she decisively abandoned the motorcycle and switched to a shared bicycle.
It was practically impossible for her to move an inch! She relied entirely on her two legs for support, and even that was slower than her walking speed.
At that moment, she felt a little resentful towards Shen Yuxiu. Although she knew it was difficult to ride, if it weren't for Shen Yuxiu, she wouldn't have been so stubborn as to insist on trying it.
During class, Lin Qianqian sent a message.
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Song Ning knew that Lin Qianqian was laughing at her for not listening to advice that morning, so she chose to ignore it. But then she suddenly realized that she might not be able to see such a colorful collection of emojis again soon, so she opened her phone and sent Lin Qianqian a message.
"ah--"
A high-pitched female voice broke the solemnity of the classroom.
Lin Qianqian covered her mouth with both hands, her slender eyes looking a little rounder for the first time. She turned to look at Song Ning in the back corner in disbelief, but was interrupted by Professor Zhang.
“Lin Qianqian, what did I say wrong that you have to protest in such a…” Professor Zhang crossed his hands in front of him, “in such a special way.”
Lin Qianqian put her hand down: "Professor Zhang, yes, my brother was hit by a car, and I only shouted it out in a moment of panic."
Professor Zhang smiled warmly, as if he could see through her lie at a glance. Song Ning shook her head, wondering what Lin Qianqian was thinking when she lied in front of the "facial recognition device".
Fortunately, Professor Zhang didn't make things difficult for Lin Qianqian. After all, she had brought up her brother's car accident, and Professor Zhang, being so old, couldn't afford to argue with a young girl.
However, Lin Qianqian couldn't stand it any longer. She crawled under the seat and ran to Song Ning's side. After begging for a long time, the classmate next to Song Ning finally had to sit in an empty seat in front.
"Mom, what's going on here... huh?" Lin Qianqian said in her usual breathy voice, sneakily whispering.
The word "lun" was so soft that Song Ning couldn't even hear it.
"If anyone else in the school finds out, I'll silence you," Song Ning threatened expressionlessly.
This seemed to further confirm their relationship, and Lin Qianqian's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.
Lin Qianqian couldn't imagine what it would be like if she were dating her brother...
Just imagining it made Lin Qianqian's skin crawl: "Although you're not related by blood, you grew up together, so it's no different from being related by blood. Don't you find it strange?"
Song Ning was taking notes in the book, and gave Lin Qianqian a look that said "What's so strange about this?", letting her figure it out herself.
Lin Qianqian seemed to understand, and whispered in Song Ning's ear: "Just think about it, when you were little, your brother would take a bath in the yard with his bare bottom showing, and he would always chase after girls to pull their braids, and he would always snatch the remote control, steal your toys, and make fun of you for looking like the family dog..."
Song Ning interrupted Lin Qianqian: "Can you imagine him doing these things?"
Lin Qianqian seemed to be really imagining it, her eyes narrowed into a long line. After a long while, she opened her eyes with a hint of grievance: "I really envy you, you've never experienced family bullying."
Song Ning twitched the corner of her mouth but didn't say anything.
"So the necklace around your neck was a gift from him?" Lin Qianqian rarely saw Song Ning wear a necklace, but she had never taken this one off.
"Um."
"So he was your boyfriend a while ago?"
Song Ning was speechless and rolled her eyes at him.
Does this mean she's seamlessly transitioning? She's even connecting with her brother, who's listed on her household registration.
Lin Qianqian also felt that her mind was not clear, how could she ask such a stupid question, but she couldn't be blamed. After all, she had guessed several people at that time, almost all the male companions around Song Ning, but she didn't guess Shen Yuxiu.
Even though Song Ning had just sent "It's Shen Yuxiu," it took her a long time to realize that Song Ning was answering her usual question from this morning: "Who is your boyfriend? I've been guessing all winter break, and I feel like I'm going crazy."
In the following classes, Lin Qianqian insisted on sitting with Song Ning, her purpose being nothing more than to spy on their relationship.
Song Ning simply replied with "It was consensual" to her, without saying anything more.
After a day of classes, the two walked out of the teaching building. Song Ning asked Lin Qianqian, "I'm going to see him. Should I ask him to treat you to a meal? He can afford to treat you to a meal."
Lin Qianqian waved her hand, still seemingly reeling from this mind-blowing event, and said dejectedly, "No, I don't think I can look Professor Chen in the eye right now. You go ahead."
“Okay, then I’ll have him treat you when I have the chance.” Song Ning stepped onto a shared bicycle and rode towards the place where the motorcycles were parked.
After getting on her motorcycle, she didn't go to find Shen Yuxiu, but instead rode to the shooting range.
After more than ten days, everyone at the shooting range was deeply impressed by Song Ning.
On their first visit, they topped up a membership card worth 10,000 yuan and practiced for several hours each time without taking photos or checking in.
Initially, everyone speculated that she was a mistress who was dumped and wanted revenge; later, they speculated that she was suicidal; and then they thought she was just a rich second-generation who liked shooting.
After all, with her spending habits, the money in her card was gone in just a few days. She didn't care and deposited another 50,000 yuan into the card, instantly becoming the store's main target.
Bang, bang, bang—
In the live ammunition area, Song Ning didn't care what others were guessing. She didn't even wear goggles and fired the gun again and again.
Smoke billowed from the muzzle, and the gun became increasingly stable, no longer tilting upwards as it had at the beginning. The scores on the target improved time and time again.
However, Song Ning knew very well that because of gun control, the guns in the shooting range were all small-caliber pistols with little recoil. If large-caliber guns were used, the recoil would be greater, which would easily affect shooting accuracy.
The bullets ran out, and the instructor stepped forward to reload: "Want to play again? I see you're getting more and more skilled now."
Song Ning removed the moved target: "Let's play a little longer."
Eight shots, ten rings; two shots, nine rings.
The coach also peeked over and flattered, "To have achieved this much in such a short time is very good."
“I want to try a moving target,” Song Ning said.
"Sure. I thought you weren't interested."
Song Ning smiled slightly, innocent and harmless: "How could that be? Moving targets are more interesting."
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