You are not allowed to look at Lin Shiren's playlist anymore.
After buying breakfast for three consecutive days, the feud with Zhou Lin was finally resolved. Although he didn't throw any more tantrums, he still exuded an aura of being "stood up." Lin Shiren had had enough of owing others and was eager to treat them to a meal to pay off his debt. Unfortunately, the Sunday before National Day was not a holiday, so the day he owed the debt could only be postponed indefinitely.
However, there was also good news. According to the report provided by Shen Xuqing, Xin Xiaomei consulted with experts at the hospital, who were able to confirm that her mother was currently in the early stage of breast cancer. Whether it was surgery or conservative treatment, the survival rate was very high, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
As a result, her relationship with Shen Xuqing became more familiar.
The two interacted more at school, but Lin Shiren did not express his feelings. The pressure of studying in the senior year of high school was already great, and Shen Xuqing was also worried about her mother's illness, so now was indeed not the right time.
Another indescribable emotion began when she learned that the umbrella belonged to Zhou Lin. The umbrella she had been looking at for two years was actually his... She wanted to return the umbrella to him several times, but in the end she swallowed her words.
Zhou Lin was unaware of her thoughts. After receiving the admission notice, he continued to attend classes as usual, and did not miss even the morning and evening self-study sessions. He was like a focused young man who was immersed in knowledge and undisturbed by worldly affairs.
He only glanced at her slowly when Lin Shiren's book remained untouched.
She had a math book lying open on her desk, as if she was stuck on some difficult problem. Zhou Lin's gaze lingered on her face for more than three seconds. Seeing that she still didn't react, he suddenly said, "Looking at math during English class, you're really bold."
"ah?"
Lin Shiren quickly looked up and met Zhou Lin's gaze. A few meters away, the English teacher was also looking in this direction. Her heart skipped a beat. She casually pulled out her English book and propped her forehead up to hide her panic.
The lecture continued, and Zhou Lin stopped twirling his pen, leaning towards her slightly: "What are you thinking about?"
Lin Shih-ren didn't answer immediately. He sat up straight, glanced furtively in the direction of the English teacher, and wrote on his scratch paper: "Nothing."
Zhou Lin cooperated with her, changing their whispered conversation to passing notes: "Your face screams 'absent-minded'."
"No"
He slowly crossed out the word "no".
"When did you start reading faces?"
"If your eyesight is bad, you should go to the hospital to get it checked out."
After leaving this message, Lin Shiren quickly put away the draft paper, not giving him a chance to continue writing. The intention to cover up the truth was too obvious. Zhou Lin curled the corners of his lips.
In the afternoon PE class, after the PE teacher led the team through stretching exercises, they were dismissed. A girl called her to go to the equipment room to try on cheerleading outfits. Lin Shiren didn't delay and went after saying goodbye to Dong Rui.
The door to the equipment room was closed, and faint laughter could be heard from inside. She knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the lock clicked open. Xu Yiqiao opened the door from the inside, holding a colorful pull ring in her other hand, and stood there with her posture upright.
She had already changed into her team uniform. The fitted short top revealed her fair and slender waist, and the most striking feature was her obvious curves in her chest, which rose and fell with her breath. Her alluring eyes, coupled with her cascading long hair, made her extremely charming.
No wonder she became the goddess in the hearts of all the boys in the school, and even Lin Shiren couldn't take his eyes off her.
My head went numb for a moment.
Didn't you say it wouldn't be revealing? Did I buy clothes that are too small? Can I return them now? A few questions collided in my head like lightning, resulting in my tongue getting tied in knots, and I inexplicably said "hello." Xu Yiqiao smiled and replied, "hello."
"What time is it, why are you two still being so polite?"
Ruan Ya was sitting among four or five girls when she waved to Lin Shiren and said, "Lin Shiren, come and try on the clothes."
Lin Shih-jen felt as if his feet were weighed down with a thousand pounds. He reluctantly moved over, but didn't forget to ask about her foot injury first: "Is your foot feeling better?"
Ruan Ya pointed to the cane next to her with her chin, her face contorted in pain: "It's not good. The doctor said it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. I'm just praying that I'll be better by the Spring Festival, so I don't have to go out to collect New Year's money on crutches."
Someone interjected, "Isn't that a perfect opportunity to play the victim card? Maybe the New Year's money will double."
"How desperate for money would I have to be to go visiting relatives on crutches..."
Despairing, Lin Shiren tied her long hair into a ponytail and quietly found a corner to change her clothes. Ruan Ya was very helpful, asking her if the size was right and if she needed any help. She spoke very little, her head passing through the neckline, with wispy strands of hair sticking to the back of her neck.
Turning around, the girls all showed expressions of amazement.
Lin Shih-jen usually wears loose clothing, but her body proportions are surprisingly good. Unlike Hsu Yi-chiao's striking features, her facial features are very pleasing to the eye, especially her eyes, which are always moist and glistening, making it hard to speak harshly to her.
Ruan Ya excitedly teased, "Wow, your waist is so slim!"
After saying that, he belatedly glanced at Xu Yiqiao and added with an exaggerated expression, "His waist is comparable to our Qiaoqiao's."
Xu Yiqiao didn't show much emotion, crossed her arms and glanced at her: "We're all girls, don't play that female-versus-female game."
Lin Shiren felt like the whole world was on her. Her ears turned slightly red, and she lowered her head uncomfortably, hunching her shoulders and tugging at the hem of her shirt: "The size seems a little small..."
Xu Yiqiao walked around the volleyball hoop, and the people next to her immediately made way for her. She put her hand on Lin Shiren's shoulder: "The size is fine. Look, it fits perfectly on the shoulder."
The scent of her hair lingered in the air. Lin Shiren looked up and asked, "Isn't your top a bit too short?"
"It was originally designed to be a shorter style."
Xu Yiqiao tossed her long hair, and the colorful ribbon on her wrist dangled down with her movement, the bells making a crisp sound: "Curves are a girl's special charm, and you're so pretty, why would you want body shaming?"
Perhaps encouraged by this extraordinary confidence, Lin Shih-jen took a breath and straightened his back: "Then let's start practicing the moves."
The cheerleading team is the atmosphere group, and their main job is to cheer people on, so the choreography they designed wasn't difficult. After practicing for only a few minutes, a sudden rustling sound came from outside the window. Ruan Ya reacted quickly and pointed: "Who's outside?"
A loud bang startled everyone in the equipment room, and the commotion outside intensified. The people fleeing in disarray nearly bumped into the wall, looking quite disheveled. The girls chattered amongst themselves:
Who is it?
"I couldn't see her face clearly."
"Is he a pervert?!"
Should we contact the security office?
The girls didn't bring their phones with them during rehearsals, so they were unaware that the peeping tom would soon expose himself.
In the WeChat group of Class 1, Grade 12, Li Pengfei posted a set of photos of the cheerleading rehearsal, with the caption: "Don't be afraid of losing at the starting line, our class's beautiful cheerleading team is already at the finish line."
There are seven or eight photos in total. The five cheerleaders are wearing the same clothes and their movements are neat and energetic. He also used photo editing software to adjust the colors, and the composition looks very much like a teen idol drama.
The most unexpected one was Lin Shiren.
She was exceptionally pure and innocent, and exuded a strong masculine aura. Perhaps it was shyness, but she habitually blushed when she made movements. Song Ci's feedback was excellent; he stopped playing ball and sat on the ground, praising her: "How come I never noticed before that the team leader is so beautiful?"
Zhou Lin ignored him, looking a bit tired. He was staring at the basket while tilting his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with each swallow.
"Did you see her wink? She's like a fairy with her own background music. If I ran into her on the street, I'd definitely ask for her contact information," Song Ci said, getting more and more excited. "Little Zhou Zhou, I've noticed you have a sharp eye. Your attitude towards her was different from the first time we met. Could it be that you had ulterior motives back then?"
Zhou Lin slowly screwed the bottle on, then lowered his gaze and took a breath, casually replying, "Do you think I'm like you, unable to move when I see a pretty girl?"
Song Ci retorted, "Don't make me sound like a scumbag."
"do not you?"
"I simply like every teacher equally..."
Zhou Lin glanced at him calmly: "You are not allowed to look at Lin Shiren anymore."
Song Ci was stunned. It took her a few seconds to process his words, and her expression lacked confidence: "Why?"
The bell rang, and Zhou Lin raised his hand and threw the basketball far away, with undeniable force: "Because your eyes are dirty."
"Depend on!"
Song Ci is somewhat rebellious; if Zhou Lin forbids him from doing something, he will deliberately do it against the grain.
When Lin Shiren returned from the equipment room after changing her clothes, she saw him staring straight at her with a mischievous smile on his face. Startled, she quickly checked her clothes from head to toe, inside and out.
The cheerleaders' outfits had been changed, there were no food scraps in his teeth, and he wasn't wearing his underwear on the outside... What was he looking at?
Lin Shiren felt a chill run down his spine from Zhou Lin's gaze. He frowned and asked Zhou Lin bluntly, "What's wrong with Song Ci? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Zhou Lin seemed to be in a good mood: "He was just diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, in its late stage."
Lin Shiren paused for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Someone passed by in the aisle, and her gaze drifted over. Shen Xuqing spoke naturally: "I didn't expect you to join the cheerleading team."
She still didn't understand: "How did you know?"
Seeing that she was really out of sorts, Shen Xuqing stood there and showed her the messages in the WeChat group. The two heads were close together, less than ten centimeters apart. The moment Lin Shiren saw the photo, her cheeks instantly burned, and she didn't notice the low mood of the person next to her.
She frantically pulled out her phone and turned it on. 99+ messages popped up. Lin Shiren wasn't mentally prepared for so many people to comment on her, so she put down her phone halfway through and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Song Ci came again, sitting in Lin Shiren's empty seat, and continued to provoke Zhou Lin with words: "I just saw the team leader, what can you do to me?"
Zhou Lin leaned back slightly.
Song Ci picked up the phone she was halfway through reading and continued scrolling down, her expression as relaxed as before: "She didn't say anything in the group chat, so why is she so shy?"
Zhou Lin was also curious whether Lin Shiren was shy because of the group message or because of Shen Xuqing.
Tomorrow is the sports meet, and evening self-study is more relaxed than usual. Amidst the cacophony of conversations, Song Ci accidentally opened her NetEase Cloud Music. He suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and when he looked at Zhou Lin again, his eyes held an unspoken meaning: "Little Zhou Zhou, you might not have a chance..."
Zhou Lin glanced at Lin Shiren's phone screen at the same time. His right hand, which was rubbing his temples, froze in place. His pupils narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth, which had been pursed, slowly straightened.
Her recent playlist was prominently titled: "Shen Xuqing's Listening Ranking".
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Author's note: 50 red envelopes!
Hey everyone, did you get any nutrient solution in the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival activities? Ranranxi is begging for some!
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