He's actually afraid of cockroaches?
There is a huge ginkgo tree on the west side of the stadium, with golden leaves covering the ground. Because the ginkgo fruits smell bad, few people come here.
"Any news?" After the rustling footsteps, all was quiet. Shen Xuqing leaned against the wall and asked her.
When he said that, Lin Shih-jen stopped a step away, just like when they first met, only lacking a downpour and the black umbrella in his hand.
The wind blew from behind, her long hair swirling in the breeze. After a few seconds of silence, Lin Shiren still didn't speak. In the distance, there were cheers for a goal. Shen Xuqing took a breath: "Tell me the truth, I can handle it."
Lin Shiren's lowered eyelashes fluttered, and he looked up: "It's an anti-cancer drug."
The long-standing worries and questions were finally answered. Shen Xuqing closed his eyes, his throat felt like it was blocked with sand, and even breathing was painful.
When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "What kind of cancer is it? What is the survival rate?"
Lin Shiren shook his head: "My mother said it's most likely breast cancer, but it's impossible to determine the specific stage based on just one pill. It could be early stage, or it could be a case of chemotherapy being ineffective against other stages..."
The scene fell into a long silence.
She took a breath, her voice low and soft, carrying a comforting strength: "Cancer is no longer an insurmountable problem for the medical community. Many people can even live with cancer for their entire lives. I've met your mother. She's a very good person. As long as your whole family doesn't give up, she will definitely be alright."
Shen Xuqing wanted to believe her, but his mind was too chaotic, and he seemed not to hear anything. He clenched his fists and said painfully, "If my mother really has a serious illness, and I, as her son, know nothing about it, even if I get into my ideal university, I will not forgive myself."
Lin Shih-jen said anxiously, "Don't scare yourself. The situation might not be that bad. If it's just early-stage breast cancer, she might only need to take medication for a few years and won't even need surgery..."
This time, Shen Xuqing listened attentively.
His eyes slowly welled up with emotion, and he swallowed hard, a bitter taste in his mouth: "Do you have time tomorrow?"
...
On the basketball court, Song Ci could once again clearly sense that Zhou Lin was in a bad mood. Whenever he was unhappy, he liked to humiliate others on the court; last time, because of the sandwich incident, he himself had been badly humiliated.
Zhou Lin's back was covered in sweat. He dribbled past his opponents with swift footwork, then leaped high to dunk and score. The other team, panting heavily, called a timeout.
All the boys were slumped in the rest area, wiping away sweat and drinking water, while he stood under the shade of a tree, his lean arms holding a bottle of water, his chest rising and falling slightly.
During a brief pause, I glanced into the distance and saw Lin Shih-jen emerge from the west side of the stadium.
She walked slowly, stopping frequently, until she reached a large tree. After looking around for a few seconds, she pinched her nose, wiped the soles of her shoes with a wet wipe, and showed a disgusted expression on her face.
Did you step in dog poop?
Zhou Lin's lips unconsciously curled up as he slowly tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple bobbing and water droplets sliding down his chin.
He watched her for as long as she stood there wiping, and his overly direct gaze finally caught Song Ci's attention. He slowly walked over and narrowed his eyes in the direction of her gaze: "What's wrong with her?"
Zhou Lin looked away, put one hand into his sweatpants pocket, and took another sip of water: "I don't know."
"You're laughing because you don't know?"
Song Ci stared at his expression and said half-jokingly, "I told you you were doomed, and you still wouldn't admit it?"
Perhaps due to his personality, Zhou Lin was not very insightful when it came to love and relationships. When he was young, his parents were rarely home, and to alleviate their guilt, they gave him a cat.
It can be said that Zhou Lin's childhood was spent with Schrödinger.
In recent years, as Zhou's parents reached the peak of their careers, they began to pay attention to their son's studies, only to discover that their parent-child relationship had become extremely fragile. Zhou Lin's participation in competitions, his admission to Q University without taking the entrance exam, his part-time job at a Wall Street firm, and even his seven-figure income were all decisions he made himself.
Zhou Lin felt numb every time he heard his parents praising him in front of relatives and friends.
If Song Ci hadn't moved to the same neighborhood when he was in first grade and always liked to hide at his house when she got into trouble, he wouldn't even think he needed friends.
But whenever I think back, I always feel that my childhood was unremarkable.
Song Ci, however, started talking non-stop: "Do you remember when my family first moved to your neighborhood? Tang Shi bought all sorts of cat treats and toys to please Schrödinger, and she would run to your house as soon as she got out of school. Schrödinger was very close to her back then. Then, after a summer vacation, when Tang Shi came back from her grandparents' house and went to find Schrödinger again, it would hide from her. Tang Shi went home and cried her heart out."
Zhou Lin seemed to remember as well, a smile playing on his lips: "You were quite happy back then, saying that someone had finally avenged you."
Song Ci grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "I don't know what tricks you used, but Schrödinger only recognized you in the end."
As he spoke, the sun was blocked by large white clouds, and the basketball court instantly cooled down. Shen Xuqing also turned out from the path she had just come from. When she passed Lin Shiren, she slowed her pace slightly, said something, and then smiled and handed him a wet wipe.
Even from dozens of meters away, Zhou Lin could sense the familiarity between the two, and Song Ci saw it as well.
He frowned: "When did those two become so close?"
Zhou Lin remained silent, staring at the two of them, until Song Ci spoke again: "Your expression right now is exactly the same as when you watched Tang Shi and Schrödinger play..."
On the other end, Lin Shiren knew nothing; she was almost fainting from the stench of the shoe soles.
The stench of ginkgo nuts couldn't be wiped away with wet wipes, so she found a spare toothbrush and started brushing the soles of her shoes on the bathroom sink.
A short while later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Xu Yiqiao entered.
She was rarely alone; she was always surrounded by several close friends. She looked at people with a subtle air of arrogance. So, although the two of them were in the same class, they had hardly ever spoken a word to each other.
Lin Shiren's feelings towards her have always been quite complicated.
She was Shen Xuqing's ideal woman; she was beautiful, academically excellent, had a generous and outgoing personality, and came from a happy family. It seemed that all her wishes could be fulfilled simply by asking her.
It's probably just envy!
In the world of this privileged young woman, the only variable is Zhou Lin. Even though her feelings for him are quite obvious, Zhou Lin remains unmoved. However, Lin Shiren believes that it's only a matter of time before Xu Yiqiao wins him over; after all, who could resist such an outstanding girl?
The tap was running, and she quickly rinsed off the foam, put on her shoes, and prepared to leave.
"Lin Shiren," Xu Yiqiao called out to her.
Forced to stop, Lin Shiren, like a child who had been called on, turned his head to look at her: "Hmm?"
Xu Yiqiao slowly smoothed his long hair, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Do you have any plans for the sports meet?"
"Is there something you need?"
"Our class is short one person for the cheerleading team at the sports meet. Are you interested?" Xu Yiqiao had always been pampered since she was a child, so she rarely beat around the bush and asked directly.
But Lin Shiren was different from her. The thought of having to watch every move under the gaze of so many eyes in the whole school made her shoulders tense. She gave an embarrassed smile and said, "Forget it, it doesn't seem to suit me."
Perhaps because the refusal was too direct, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit cold, and Xu Yiqiao felt a little uncomfortable, but he still patiently said, "I didn't invite you before because I was afraid it would be too awkward for you since you're not familiar with us, but this time there's really no other way. Ruan Ya sprained her ankle, and it's quite serious. We really need one more person."
There are few girls in the science-focused honors class, and even fewer who are good-looking and have a great figure. Moreover, Lin Shiren is Zhou Lin's deskmate, so Xu Yiqiao really wants to get along with her.
As Xu Yiqiao spoke, he took out his phone and showed her the seller's photos on Taobao: "We've already bought the team uniforms. Your body type is similar to Ruan Ya's, so you don't need to change the size."
The red, white, and blue tracksuit wasn't revealing, but the exposed white skin around her waist made her dizzy.
Lin Shiren couldn't handle the overwhelming invitations. It's human nature to reject others; it only leads to internal conflict. She gave a bitter look: "I'm really bad at coordinating my movements..."
Xu Yiqiao solemnly dispelled her worries: "It's just the atmosphere group, it's very simple, I'll help you with your makeup."
"..."
Is it too late to register for the women's 800 meters?
When I returned to the classroom, I was dragged down by an indescribable emotion, and my whole body and face were filled with sorrow.
Unfortunately, the boy behind her pushed the table too far forward, and Lin Shiren tried two or three times but couldn't get into the chair. The boy ignored her and continued reading, completely disregarding her predicament.
It wasn't that Lin Shih-ren was being overly sensitive; this wasn't the first time she had sensed Tsai Shih-chen's malice towards her. Ever since the day she changed seats, he had rarely spoken to her, and would quickly look away when they met on the street.
The book says that if you can sense that someone has subtle malice towards you, then the malice in their heart has already overflowed, and what you feel is only the overflowing part; a large part of the malice is still hidden by them.
She tapped his desk politely but distantly: "Could you please move back a little? I can't get in."
Cai Shichen's face immediately darkened. He grumbled and moved back a few centimeters, making a loud noise as the table legs scraped against the floor, waking up many people who were taking a nap. Some people in the front row frowned and turned around to look.
Lin Shih-jen ignored him and was about to pull out a chair when several tall figures suddenly walked in through the back door. They must have just finished playing ball, as they were full of athleticism.
A large, shiny cockroach suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its six barbed legs scraping the ground. Song Ci spat out the water she was drinking, exclaiming angrily, "Damn it, a cockroach!"
People around her were grumbling about the noise level during their lunch break, but his shout startled them so much that they clutched their chests in shock. In the blink of an eye, a figure leaped onto her chair like lightning.
Lin Shiren was startled by him.
Instinctively, I stepped on the black crawling creature and heard a "crack" as the crustacean's limbs shattered. The electric shock sensation instantly traveled from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
The air fell completely silent, and everyone around was stunned, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Her eyes moved, looking up from the chair until they landed on the man's face, and she looked at Zhou Lin with the eyes of someone admiring a giant panda.
This enormous creature, standing 1.9 meters tall, is actually afraid of a tiny cockroach?
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Author's note: Happy National Day! 100 red envelopes~
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