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There's no need to worry about whether you like it or not.
Pan Yue didn't want to pay any attention to her at all. Can this be called liking someone?
He clearly only cares about fitness; they're just fitness buddies!
And he even went on blind dates!
Why would someone go on a blind date if they like someone?
I don't know what I did yesterday, maybe I went on a blind date too!
Pan Yue is already twenty-six, his parents are definitely pressuring him to get married, and he himself might be anxious too. Even if he's not in a rush, it's hard to say whether he'll waver under his parents' encouragement!
She's only twenty years old and still studying. Even if she likes him, it's impossible for them to talk about marriage.
Is that why he doesn't consider her?
Did Pan Yue really treat her differently?
He also cares about Yu Fan.
Will he care about his blind date?
besides.
He definitely didn't like her before.
Before coming to the meeting, for almost two months, a full sixty days, he hadn't sent her a single message.
......
Zhu Shiyi suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath, and then lowered his head again.
You're out of your mind! You're not liking anything!
She no longer wanted to like Pan Yue.
If you don't like it or have any expectations, you won't have internal conflicts.
Warm water gently soaks my ears.
Zhu Shiyi hopes that it can purify away all her troubles.
Resurfaced, Zhu Shiyi was holding back his energy.
She suddenly didn't want to learn freestyle anymore.
Zhu Shiyi turned around, pushed off the wall, and swam straight out.
As she took a breath, she seemed to catch a glimpse of Pan Yue glancing at her.
Zhu Shiyi felt inexplicably guilty, but the next second, she mustered her courage.
Regardless, we'll just have to go against him!
......
Perhaps it's because I haven't exercised for a while, or maybe it's just because I'm in a bad mood.
My arms felt increasingly heavy, and when I stretched out my thighs, they felt like they were dislocated and I was in excruciating pain, making it even harder to exert any strength.
Zhu Shiyi quickly adjusted his posture and tightened his core.
"Hiss—" Zhu Shiyi shuddered, a sudden sharp pain shooting through his lower abdomen.
This familiar feeling.
Zhu Shiyi quickly climbed ashore.
Pan Yue happened to swim up beside him. He leaned against the pool wall and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Zhu Shiyi said anxiously, her heart burning with worry. She shuffled in her slippers. "I'm a little cold, I'm going to take a shower first."
Pan Yue leaped out of the water, bracing himself against the pool wall: "Are you alright?"
...Was she a bit of a spoilsport?
Zhu Shiyi paused in his steps.
“I’m fine, you can swim slowly,” Zhu Shiyi turned around. “Anyway, I take my time washing my hair, so you’re just wasting your time waiting. You might as well swim a little longer.”
Even friends should be polite to each other. What she said has nothing to do with liking him.
Pan Yue opened his mouth.
"Really! Go ahead," Zhu Shiyi nudged Pan Yue, her teeth chattering. "It's cold on the shore, I'm going to take a shower first, I'm not talking to you anymore."
She turned around, took small, quick steps, and rushed towards the bathroom without looking back.
......
really.
Zhu Shiyi opened her bag, took out the sanitary napkins she had prepared, and went into the restroom again.
Awkward......
My period has been irregular for the past few months, and I haven't paid any attention to my menstrual cycle.
My lower abdomen twitched without warning.
Zhu Shiyi curled up and pressed his hand tightly against his lower abdomen.
This period is especially painful.
I should have known better than to drink that iced drink at noon and not come swimming.
But since things had come to this, Zhu Shiyi could only endure the pain, wash her hair, clean her body, and dry her hair.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Pan Yue was already dressed.
"Didn't you swim a little longer?" Zhu Shiyi asked in a steady voice, trying not to give anything away.
She doesn't like him, so she doesn't need his concern.
“We’ve gone swimming,” Pan Yue said, tossing his bag over one shoulder and turning around to ask, “What do you want to eat?”
With her lower abdomen churning, Zhu Shiyi held her breath, her eyelids trembling slightly: "...Just something simple is fine, you decide."
Pan Yue turned his head and glanced at him.
He frowned slightly: "Not feeling well?"
Zhu Shiyi smiled and said, "No, as I said, it's just a bit cold."
Pan Yue stared at her for another two seconds, perhaps not noticing anything amiss. He paused for a moment, then said nothing more: "Get in the car, let's go eat Wagas?"
Wagas is also a light-meal Western restaurant with a great atmosphere.
But Zhu Shiyi wasn't in the mood: "It's so cold outside, and I don't have much of an appetite. Let's just find a restaurant anywhere."
......
The two randomly chose a small noodle shop on the street.
In front of Pan Yue was a large bowl of red beef noodle soup and a basket of steamed dumplings; Zhu Shiyi ordered a small bowl of clear soup noodles and even noted that he wanted less noodles.
Pan Yue pushed the steamed dumplings forward a little.
Zhu Shiyi shook her head: "Thank you."
She didn't reach for the food with her chopsticks; her stomach was in terrible pain, and the sight of food only made her feel nauseous.
Pan Yue lifted his eyes.
The girl across from me was slurping noodles, looking listless and lacking energy.
"......Bad mood?"
He was unsure of the situation.
Zhu Shiyi was taken aback and subconsciously looked up.
Pan Yue was staring at her, his dark eyes unfathomable.
Zhu Shiyi pursed her lips, lowered her head, and continued picking at the noodles, one strand at a time: "No."
Pan Yue's brows furrowed slightly: "Have you run into problems at work?"
Work again.
Zhu Shiyi thought to himself.
Sure enough, Vicky was right; he was a blockhead and didn't understand girls' hearts at all.
She doesn't want to like him!
"Hmm." Zhu Shiyi responded casually, since work-related troubles were indeed a reality.
However, that's not the point.
Pan Yue leaned forward: "Tell me about it."
Zhu Shiyi: ......
The daily report is here again.
“I don’t quite understand about the proportion of water diversion,” Zhu Shiyi said, lowering her eyes and pressing her lips together. “How is the proportion determined? And how is the proportion determined for each stage?”
Pan Yue tilted his head slightly.
“When it comes to proportions, you should first have a sense of classification and stratification,” he slowly rested his chin on his hand, “First determine the proportions of the three major categories: K, F, and S, and then consider the specific proportions of KOLs at each sub-level…”
Pan Yue spoke eloquently and provided detailed answers.
Zhu Shiyi's mood worsened.
Determining the proportion is another new task, and it will require more effort to study.
Why is this planning proposal so difficult?
But Zhu Shiyi had an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and she asked Pan Yue several questions.
When the topic of work comes up, Pan Yue becomes much more talkative.
With his brain overloaded, Zhu Shiyi's appetite worsened.
"I understand, thank you." She put down her chopsticks.
She really is a born beast of burden; she doesn't even need to eat grass, just learning a little knowledge is enough to satisfy her.
"...Aren't you going to eat?" Pan Yue paused, his hand holding the dumpling in his hand, and frowned.
She propped her face up with one hand and hid the other under the table, her eyelids drooping, looking somewhat tired.
"I can't eat anymore," Zhu Shiyi exhaled, sat up straight, picked up her chopsticks again, and picked up a noodle. "I don't want to waste food."
She slowly slurped up a noodle, pressing her lips to the corners of her mouth, chewing mechanically.
"It's okay if you can't eat anymore, don't force yourself." After saying that, Pan Yue picked up a big mouthful of noodles and ate it quickly.
He's been talking the whole time and hasn't eaten much.
Zhu Shiyi felt nauseous. She put down her chopsticks again, and waited silently without saying a word.
Pan Yue finished his dinner in just a few minutes.
He stood up: "Let's go."
He casually picked up the umbrella that was leaning against the table.
In this corner of the city, it rained all day, and the rain continued into the night.
At the entrance of the small restaurant on the street, a rain shelter was put up early in the morning. Raindrops gathered silently and flowed down the corner of the shelter, "drip, patter," like a chaotic drumbeat, calm yet slightly disturbing.
Staring at the asphalt road surface, it shimmered with a bluish-gray light.
Zhu Shiyi was inexplicably lost in thought.
"Let's go." Pan Yue opened his black umbrella.
The distance between their arms suddenly closed, and Zhu Shiyi came to her senses.
"Okay." She silently leaned against the umbrella's warmth, stopping with perfect precision.
Pan Yue held up an umbrella, and the two walked side by side.
Pan Yue was tall, so he held the umbrella high. A gust of wind blew by, and the cold, icy rain fell all over Zhu Shiyi's face.
Zhu Shiyi silently wiped his face.
Who says it's romantic to share an umbrella with your crush?
They become obedient when they encounter someone tall.
Being too tall is not a good thing for a man.
Zhu Shiyi strode forward, chasing after Pan Yue's pace.
So what if you have long legs and can walk fast?
Zhu Shiyi kept his head down and silently followed the owner of the umbrella.
The rhythm of my calves gradually slowed down, and before I knew it, the raindrops that had fallen on my face suddenly disappeared.
Zhu Shiyi looked up and saw an umbrella tilted towards her, and her left shoulder, which was wet on one side.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Move the umbrella a little closer to you," she said unconsciously, her voice softening, "It's all wet."
Pan Yue didn't move: "It's nothing."
A cold wind howled past, and my lower abdomen cramped.
Zhu Shiyi felt a sharp pain in his waist and was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.
She silently pressed her stomach, enduring the cramping pain.
My lower abdomen, however, is like a rebellious teenager; the more it resists, the more it hurts.
Zhu Shiyi quietly bent down, gritted her teeth, lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and slowed her steps even more.
My steps faltered.
Pan Yue turned to the side: "Where do you feel unwell?"
Zhu Shiyi was in so much pain that he squatted down.
She forced back her tears, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice, "It's my period."
Pan Yue paused.
He knelt down on one knee, leaned closer, opened his mouth, then pursed his lips.
“I’ll go buy it for you,” Pan Yue said softly, reaching out his hand. “Take the umbrella and wait for me here.”
Zhu Shiyi looked up; in the corner of the city, on the dimly lit street, his pupils held the stars.
Pan Yue stood up halfway.
“No need,” she grabbed the hem of his clothes, “I brought some, and I’ve already put them on.”
Pan Yue paused, then squatted down again.
His long eyelashes drooped, obscuring the emotions in his eyes, as if he were thinking about something.
"Is that why you have no appetite?"
Zhu Shiyi nodded, "You could say that."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Like flipping a switch, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen.
"Hiss—" Zhu Shiyi frowned, his face growing paler.
Pan Yue frowned deeply: "I'll take you to the hospital."
“No need,” Zhu Shiyi refused. “It’s not that serious. It’ll be fine in a bit.”
Pan Yue remained silent. He reached out, took off the gym bag from her back, and silently squatted down beside her.
Zhu Shiyi felt a lump in his throat.
It's always like this, they're so good to her.
Why be so gentle? I don't even like her.
She's already decided she doesn't like him anymore, so please stop giving her false hope.
A surge of emotion welled up in Zhu Shiyi's lower abdomen, and he buried his head deeply, pressing his knees tightly against his stomach.
Pan Yue straightened his lips.
The girl curled up into a ball, tightly huddled together.
She was in a lot of pain.
Pan Yue pondered the matter, his breathing slightly labored.
A cold wind swept by, and she shivered slightly.
"...Can we walk?" Pan Yue pondered.
Zhu Shiyi raised his head slightly.
The rain was raging and the wind was howling outside, and he stayed here with her.
But she didn't want to do that.
I don't want internal strife, and I dare not indulge in it.
At the very least, she can't delay him from going home.
“I can walk,” Zhu Shiyi said, her stomach still hurting badly, but she didn’t try to be brave. “But I might need to rest for another half a minute.”
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress her discomfort: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Pan Yue: ......
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he became a little more forceful, stuffing the umbrella into her hand and standing up.
Zhu Shiyi was taken aback and slowly looked up.
He took off his backpack and held it in his hand.
Pulling at her lower abdomen, Zhu Shiyi stood up, slightly hunching over: "I'll take it."
She reached out her hand.
Pan Yue did not hand over the bag.
He took off his long black coat and took two steps closer.
The long-awaited warmth draped over my shoulders.
Zhu Shiyi froze.
Pan Yue lowered his eyes, reached out and took his coat, smoothing out the wrinkles and gently stroking it.
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