Chapter 18 What He Was Doing This Day After the revision, it can be called perfect...
This day was perfect after revisions.
But when it was time to go to bed, Lin Xicai finally began to feel uneasy as she lay in bed. She was not sure whether these "perfections" could last until the next day.
Or in other words, if she opens her eyes again, she will be back to square one.
Isn't there going to be another sports meet tomorrow? Lin Xicai started to get anxious. Winning the first place once would be enough. Asking her to run 1500 meters every day would be too daunting.
Lin Xicai sat up from the bed, and finally stared at the date on the screen almost intently, waiting for a result.
My emotions were a mess, my nerves were stretched to the limit, my heart was up and down, and finally I put it back into my stomach when that date smoothly became the next day.
What she was most worried about did not happen, and when the sun rose again, she welcomed a new day.
That night, Lin Xicai entered the space - at this time, two full days had passed since that person arrived there.
Lin Xicai was a little curious about what her distinguished guest looked like now.
......
She disappeared before his eyes.
Throwing him completely into darkness.
A stress reaction that had not occurred in many years came back to haunt him like a suddenly resurrected evil spirit. In an instant, he seemed to be back in the cramped, dark trunk of more than ten years ago. A spasm from the mind to the body made his stomach ache and he felt nauseous.
There was no sound around, a complete silence, not even the sound of a car horn.
Like being trapped in a vacuum.
Like being buried alive, like being locked in a coffin.
There didn't seem to be a shortage of air here, but this association made him breathe hard.
Li Ci yelled loudly inside, his voice hitting the wall and bouncing back, turning into a cold echo. It was eerie and chilling.
He seemed to be frightened by his own strange voice. He crawled on the ground and groped for the door and the window. The restless feeling made his mind more and more confused. His soul seemed to be pulled out and floated in the air, watching a person who looked like him struggling on the ground.
He suddenly felt suffocated, his nails digging into his flesh, and only that slight pain made him feel that he was still alive.
The scary thing is that he has no idea what will happen next, let alone how long this darkness worse than death will last.
He tried to make himself fall asleep, but he kept waking up and down, and every time he opened his eyes he saw darkness.
The darkness completely swallowed up the concept of time. He gradually woke up, not knowing how many times this was the first time. His mouth was dry and bitter, and his stomach was aching.
He thought this was probably a nightmare, and he was trying frantically to "wake up," digging his nails into his flesh to wake himself up.
But he clearly felt the pain but still couldn't wake up, his mind was in a trance, and his arms were scratched and bloody...
When Lin Xicai saw him again, he looked like this: disheveled, dilapidated, and humiliated. The light came on, and it seemed to hurt his eyes. Li Ci screamed and buried his head in his arms.
He curled up in the corner, his uniform jacket torn off and thrown aside at some point. His white shirt stuck to his sweaty skin, and the blood stains on his arms made the shirt very dirty.
Lin Xicai frowned, a little disgusted, and sat down on a sofa far away from him.
Li Ci suddenly looked up at him, his eyes filled with terror, fear and hatred. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped, with fresh blood seeping out as he opened and closed them.
"Let me go," he stared at her intently, as if he wanted to tear her apart, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, "If you let me go now, I can forgive you for the past, I won't call the police, and I can give you money, as much money as you want..."
Lin Xicai didn't say anything. She put the backpack on her knees, unzipped it, took out the bulging things inside one by one and threw them in the direction of Li Ci. There was mineral water, sausage, and a few cheap loaves of bread.
Her condescending feeding posture seemed to irritate the people on the ground. Li Ci stared at those things with her Adam's apple rolling up and down, and swallowed uncontrollably a few times. The next moment, she became angry and humiliated, and swept those things aside as a vent of anger.
He didn't seem to be planning to eat those things.
It seems that if you eat it, you lose.
Lin Xicai nodded and smiled, then finally spoke, her first words to him here: "Not bad, you're quite courageous. If you can really starve yourself to death here, I'll look up to you."
She took two steps over, picked up a loaf of bread from the ground, tore off the wrapper and threw it over. The aroma of bread spread. Li Ci stared at the bread fiercely, then looked at her with red eyes: "...Do you want to die?"
Lin Xicai didn't say anything, but sneered in her heart.
He thought he could threaten anyone by not eating.
Besides, she didn't think he had such perseverance.
She firmly believed that as long as he was still a human being, he would not be able to resist this lowest level of physical desire.
Lin Xicai didn't stay, as staying even a minute longer would be bad luck, so she made a move to turn and leave. The moment she turned around, the space fell into darkness again.
"Don't turn off the light, turn... turn on the light! Bitch! Turn on the light... You're dead... I won't let you go..."
Lin Xicai listened to Li Ci's hoarse and dirty curses without any emotion. But then, the feeling of being stared at once again came over her.
In the darkness, the feeling was particularly strong, and she was sure it did not come from Li Ci.
Insults, roars, bloody confrontations, everything here is a catalyst.
The gaze was hot, intense, and playful, as if watching two wild dogs killing each other.
The feeling was real, as if it had substance, but she couldn't find its source, and she couldn't help but doubt herself.
No one can enter this space except her.
She knew exactly what was hidden in this space.
No one could hide here without her noticing.
But how can I explain this feeling? Is it really just an illusion...
Lin Xicai didn't plan to spend too much time on Li Ci. She planned to leave him alone for two more days. Sooner or later, he would behave himself.
But what she didn't expect was that this man was more stubborn than she thought. Before she could wait for him to compromise, her wound became inflamed, and then he fell into a coma with a high fever.
Lin Xicai was very annoyed, but also worried that someone might die, so she went to the pharmacy and bought a lot of cold medicine.
This world has very strict control over medicines, and the only things she could buy were some basic cold medicines. After returning home, she gave him some medicine several times, but his fever kept coming back and forth.
Lin Xicai stared at the wounds on his arms and neck, guessing that there might be inflammation in the wounds. In order to completely reduce the fever, he might have to bandage the wounds and use some anti-inflammatory drugs.
But how to buy that medicine is a hassle.
In addition to anti-inflammatory drugs, she also needs some other things, such as ointments and gauze. She has been buying medicine too frequently in the past two days, which will definitely arouse suspicion in the future. If this is discovered during an investigation, how will she explain the reasons behind this abnormal behavior?
Zhong Ping had not returned yet. Lin Xicai was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. After a moment, her eyes fell on the fruit plate on the coffee table.
She leaned over slightly, took an apple from it, and then naturally picked up the fruit knife from the side.
If her little apple accidentally cut her hand and got a real wound, would she have the legitimate reason she wanted?
Lin Xicai paused, then placed the sharp blade against the surface of the apple, cutting through the peel...
"Feifei is back?"
Zhong Ping walked in and started chattering, "How about some noodles with soybean paste for dinner? I just fried the soybean paste at noon."
Lin Xicai paused, "Ah... okay."
Zhong Ping came over and saw her peeling an apple. She took it naturally and began to peel it skillfully. "I saw you bought some cold medicine. Are you feeling better? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Lin Xicai stared at the apple in her hand and shook her head. "I'm fine. I just had a slight headache. I'm fine now."
Zhong Ping quickly handed the peeled apple to her, patted her shoulder lovingly, and stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Lin Xicai took it hesitantly, took a bite of the apple, and the plan was forced to be terminated.
There was a physical education class at school the next day. Lin Xicai thought that it was very common to fall and get a few scrapes during physical education class. There would be many witnesses, so it would be reasonable to buy medicine based on the wound.
Lin Xicai nodded inwardly, thinking it wouldn't be difficult to put into practice. Even long-distance running champions fall; it's perfectly normal.
On the second day of physical education class, as usual, the class started with running two laps - running two laps in physical education class was really just running two laps, and there was no specific requirement for formation.
In addition, the members of Class Z were originally scattered and slow, so the team was neat except for the first half lap. As they ran, they became sparse and the formation was broken.
Lin Xicai's injury plan was put on the agenda. She was afraid that she would fall and affect others, so she moved to the last row without anyone noticing while running.
Everything was ready. Lin Xicai took a deep breath and counted down silently in her heart.
ten.
Nine.
eight.
…..
three.
two.
one.
After counting the last number in his mind, Lin Xicai gritted his teeth, and his legs immediately went weak, and his knees were about to hit the track.
However, the imagined pain did not come as expected. When her knees were halfway down, a sudden force came from her arms, half lifting her up.
Lin Xicai's arm was squeezed tightly. The big hand with distinct joints grabbed her through the thin fabric, hot, rough, and with some inexplicable irritation.
She turned her head and looked over, meeting those deep, indifferent, amber eyes.
The two bodies were pressed close to each other, and the cold and lonely breath that belonged to that person filled her breath with the breeze, and the usual oppressive aura made her breathing disordered for a moment.
His expression remained calm, but she rarely saw a hint of fluctuation in it; he seemed a little unhappy.
She looked at him in confusion, her beautiful, clear eyes slightly reddened by the dull pain in her arm, as if misted over. As they stared at each other, Xie Shi suddenly frowned, abruptly withdrawing his hand and letting her sit down on the ground.
He rarely spoke on his own initiative, uttering two syllables lightly: "Stupid."
After saying that, he walked away.
Lin Xicai:?
Lin Xicai squatted on the track, full of questions.
...What is he doing?
Originally, his good deed was superfluous and totally against her liking, so why was he inexplicably angry?
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