Bagua
Unaware of the truth, Lin Changren and Yu Fan frowned.
“My recent troubles,” Zhu Shiyi tilted her head and poked her cheek with her index finger, “I went to the hospital because of my irregular periods. The examination was already painful enough, let alone being alone.”
"What did the doctor say?" Yu Fan touched the back of her hand.
“He rambled on and on, most of it was incomprehensible,” Zhu Shiyi sighed. “He sounded like he was about to die.”
"Pah," Yu Fan patted lightly, "Don't say that. The doctor just made it sound serious to make you take it seriously. It'll definitely be fine."
“I hope so,” Zhu Shiyi said, placing her hand over Yu Fan’s. “In short, it’s an endocrine and hormonal imbalance. The doctor told me to go to bed at 11 p.m. and to exercise more, but I just can’t do any of that.”
"Eleven o'clock?" Lin Changren was taken aback. "These days, which young person isn't a night owl?"
“Indeed, that’s why I’m troubled,” Zhu Shiyi sighed.
"Just try to go to bed early, and don't put too much pressure on yourself," Yu Fan comforted her.
Pan Yue frowned: "Do you usually exercise?"
"No," Zhu Shiyi shook her head, "I hate sports. Running 800 meters in a physical fitness test would kill me. I absolutely hate running."
“Exercise is not the same as running,” Pan Yue said. “I remember you said you liked swimming.”
Yu Fan raised an eyebrow, straightened up, tilted his ear slightly, and scanned the two of them with his darting eyes, silently watching the drama unfold.
"I really like it, but I haven't swum in a long time," Zhu Shiyi replied.
“You can go to the swimming pool,” Pan Yue suggested. “I’ve seen one at your school.”
“But it’s not summer now, it’s a bit cold,” Zhu Shiyi said awkwardly. “And I heard from others that the school swimming pool requires some kind of deep-water certificate, but I don’t know anything about it, it’s so troublesome.”
Pan Yue looked down, flipped through his phone a few times, then turned and handed it to him: "Deep-sea permit, the requirements aren't high."
Lin Changren chimed in, "Actually, swimming is more comfortable in the fall. The heated pool has a water temperature of 27 to 28 degrees Celsius, which is higher than the room temperature and similar to a hot spring, and there are fewer people."
"Really?" Zhu Shiyi's eyes lit up. For the first time, she felt excited upon hearing the word "sports." "Hot springs?"
She looked at her phone at the requirements for the deep-sea diving certification exam.
Treading water for thirty seconds;
Swimming 100 meters continuously is one round trip.
"Mm." Pan Yue nodded slightly.
Zhu Shiyi was still struggling with the decision: "But I haven't swum in a long time, so I might not be able to get a deep-water certification."
“Go to the gym to get tested,” Pan Yue said. “Many gyms have swimming pools. Even if you can’t swim, you can still work out.”
“But I don’t dare to go. I don’t know how to use those machines. It would be too embarrassing.” Zhu Shiyi avoided the question.
"Find a coach."
"How much does one session cost?"
"Two hundred and eighty for card, four hundred without card."
Zhu Shiyi: "..."
"Then forget it."
“You can learn it on your own,” Pan Yue said.
Lin Changren shook his head: "It's quite difficult."
Zhu Shiyi leaned against Yu Fan: "Besides, I don't know which gym to go to."
“The one near our company is pretty good,” Lin Changren said. “I don’t know why, but its pool is deeper than the others, and it’s a great place to swim.”
“The swimming pool is on the basement level, so there’s no need to consider the load-bearing capacity,” Pan Yue explained.
“I’d like to go swimming,” Zhu Shiyi thought for a moment. “Which gym are you talking about? I want to try it out. If I can swim it, I’ll go to the school’s swimming pool to get my deep-water certificate.”
“Sure,” Lin Changren said, inexplicably delighted. He patted Pan Yue on the shoulder. “Let Lao Pan show you around. If you want to try out the equipment, he can teach you too. He goes to the gym several times a week, you can’t go wrong with him.”
Pan Yue's temples throbbed slightly as he glanced at Lin Changren.
"This..." Zhu Shiyi was intrigued. "Is it convenient?"
But Pan Yue looked at it and seemed a little reluctant.
She regretted it, wondering how she could have said such a thing and forced someone to do something they couldn't have.
She moved her lips.
"Next Sunday," Pan Yue said first, "are you free? I always go to the gym on Sunday afternoons."
Zhu Shiyi was secretly delighted: "I have time!"
Just in time, her period was also over.
"I'll send you the address," Pan Yue said, swiping his phone. "We'll contact each other via WeChat next week."
In the next round, Pan Yue asked Lin Changren a question.
Lin Changren chose to answer truthfully without hesitation.
Secretly, he put his hands behind his back, stretched out his index finger, and quietly poked Pan Yue.
Pan Yue raised his arm, rubbed his chin, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.
Lin Changren clenched his fist, put it to his lips, and coughed lightly twice.
Pan Yue remained silent, his smile widening.
Lin Changren coughed even louder.
Zhu Shiyi chuckled, not noticing the subtle movement but only hearing a cough. She assumed Lin Changren was afraid Pan Yue would make fun of him, so she pretended not to know and asked, "Do you have a cold, Brother Chang?"
"Huh?" Lin Changren's eyes were vacant. "Oh, no, no, my throat was just a little uncomfortable."
"It's cold at night," Zhu Shiyi said, moving closer to her. "Shall I get you a glass of water?"
Lin Changren just reached out his hand to refuse.
“Ignore him,” Pan Yue said. “He can pour himself a drink.”
Lin Changren nodded: "Yes, thank you, Shiyi."
Pan Yue glanced at the person beside him and said quietly, "How many girlfriends have you dated?"
Lin Changren's eyes widened instantly: "What do you mean?"
"Literal meaning."
Lin Changren clenched his fists and made a lunge forward.
Pan Yue stood up and flashed to the opposite side, next to Zhu Shiyi.
"Pan Gou!" Lin Changren shouted, hitting nothing but empty air. "You know the answer, don't you?"
A slight laugh escaped his throat as Pan Yue tilted his head: "Are there still people here who don't know?"
“Yes, Mr. Lin,” Yu Fan said, watching the show. “We had no idea.”
Lin Changren's face was ashen: "I haven't talked about it."
“That’s against the rules,” Pan Yue suddenly said. “Truth or dare?”
“Have you ever heard the saying?” Lin Changren said seriously, “A relationship that lasts no more than three months is not a real relationship; it’s just a relationship dispute.”
Yu Fan bluntly asked, "How many romantic entanglements have you had?"
Lin Changren: "......"
The only answer I could get was honest: "Three segments."
He recounted to himself: "The first relationship was during my student days when I was naive and ignorant; the second relationship was with someone I met online in college, we didn't do anything and broke up after a month; the third relationship was also like that, we met after working for a little over two months, but our personalities didn't match."
Zhu Shiyi was puzzled.
Why go into such detail?
Who asked you?
“This line of reasoning,” Yu Fan said with a strange look, “sounds a lot like a standard three-part answer.”
Lin Changren raised his hands in surrender: "I swear it's true!"
“I believe that.” Zhu Shiyi silently raised her hand.
Indeed, we are all NPCs in this world.
"What, you too?" Yu Fan glanced sideways.
Zhu Shiyi nodded: "Pretty much. My first love was in high school, but we didn't end up together; in college... I met someone while playing video games."
She was also baffled, and confessed without being asked.
But that was Yu Fan who asked her! She just wanted to tell Yu Fan.
"Did you meet?" Yu Fan asked gossipy.
"No," Zhu Shiyi laughed it off. "I was terrible at games at first. I thought everyone was amazing and cool. But once I became a carry, I looked down on everyone in the game."
Yu Fan nodded to himself: "Then we can barely count it as half a talk."
His gaze shifted and landed on Pan Yue's face, who was standing next to Zhu Shiyi.
His eyes were indifferent, devoid of emotion.
But it was fixated on Xiao Shiyi.
Yu Fan seemed to be deep in thought. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "How many has President Pan talked to?"
Lin Changren: ?
Zhu Shiyi's eyes widened suddenly.
My goodness, that's so direct and bold!
What a juicy piece of gossip! I'm really curious.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with having talked about it.
And he must have talked about it too; everyone has emotional needs.
During her middle school years, she often and easily developed feelings for a boy.
He must be that kind of energetic young man running in the sunlight, exuding hormones.
Perhaps life was too monotonous back then, and people always want to find something to rely on in their hearts to support their superficial selves and emotions that they have no time to face.
That feeling was pure and beautiful, but it wasn't necessarily love; she understood that.
Most of the student couples around her eventually broke up.
As for what the obstacles are?
It could be the changes that come with growing up, the geographical distance, or money and status—any of these are possible.
Everyone's past, especially their student days, has one or two bright and beautiful memories.
These memories shaped who they became, became the evidence that distinguishes you from him, and are the true meaning of each independent individual existing in the universe.
Therefore, she felt that it was normal for anyone to have had an ex, and there was no need to worry about it.
As long as he's not a playboy and takes relationships seriously, that's fine.
She turned her head and stared straight at Pan Yue, not blinking, unconsciously revealing a few dimples.
Pan Yue glanced down at him, then looked away: "We haven't talked about it."
My heart was filled with a jolt.
Zhu Shiyi blinked, slightly taken aback.
Pan Yue murmured an "Mmm".
"Have you ever liked anyone?" Zhu Shiyi didn't even believe it.
“No,” Pan Yue said firmly, “How can you talk about liking someone if you don’t even understand what liking someone means?”
Zhu Shiyi pouted: "You don't understand."
That's really an old person's way of thinking.
Pan Yue glanced sideways: "What don't you understand?"
"First love!" Zhu Shiyi tilted her head and looked up slightly. "How wonderful, those innocent and naive years back then."
Pan Yue pursed his lips.
"At an age when their intelligence is not fully developed."
His voice sounded somewhat cold.
Lin Changren coughed a few more times.
Pan Yue glanced at the voice, took a step, picked up his juice, went back to his seat, took a sip, and asked slowly, "There's only one person left who hasn't spoken."
Lin Changren chimed in, persisting, "Yes, yes, it's only fair."
"Goodness," Yu Fan chuckled, "I've talked to zero people. Are you satisfied now?"
Zhu Shiyi patted Yu Fan: "You're so beautiful, men are all insecure and don't dare to pursue you."
Yu Fan nodded: "Except for old men."
Lin Changren curved his lips into a barely perceptible smile.
In the next round, it was finally Pan Yue's turn to suffer.
The questioner was still Lin Changren.
Lin Changren was so excited that he stood up, put his hands on his hips, and laughed wildly: "Old Pan, you've fallen into my hands too."
“Come on,” Pan Yue said with a playful smile, “a dare.”
After saying that, he crossed his legs, put his arms around his chest naturally, his eyebrows and eyes widened, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Unlike some people, who can't take a joke."
Zhu Shiyi: ......
Please don't let anyone get hurt.
This is blatant provocation!
Lin Changren was so angry that his shoulders slumped.
He glared at Pan Yue, his mocking laughter like a madman, and he was so angry he was practically steaming!
An idea came to mind.
In an instant, Lin Changren burst into laughter, bending over with exaggerated expressions, his infectious laughter echoing through the sky.
Old Pan, you've finally met your match! I'll make you pay!
Zhu Shiyi was completely confused, but he felt like a male duck was hiccuping, so he laughed out loud as well.
Pan Yue Ni glanced at him twice, as if he were an idiot.
But he quietly straightened his legs and sat up straight.
An ominous premonition lingered.
"I want you." Lin Changren said aggressively, stretching out his hand and pointing to the stage.
"Go on stage and sing with the microphone."
Yu Fanzhi scoffed: "That's it?"
Zhu Shiyi was puzzled: "Is this a small matter?"
Pan Yue: "..."
“I’m drinking,” Pan Yue said without hesitation, walking towards the bar. “Are two bottles of beer enough?”
"Hey, hey, hey," Lin Changren grabbed Pan Yue, "You can't leave! Who said you shouldn't drink and drive, and then mocked others for not being able to take the risk?"
“You’re right,” Pan Yue said without turning his head, “Find a designated driver.”
"You're just too scared to sing, aren't you?" Lin Changren used his newfound knowledge to his advantage, employing a goading tactic.
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