Chapter 208 Evil Spirit 4
Their bad luck wasn't too bad. After discovering the electric fan, they also found a high-powered power bank nearby. The school frequently experiences power outages during rainy weather, and the infirmary's heating isn't sufficient. Every winter, the chill is bone-chilling. The infirmary's teachers applied to the school for a pre-paid electric fan heater, which came with a power bank.
Warm orange light enveloped the corners.
Jiang Chunmian half-knelt on the ground and dug out a few packets of soy milk powder and instant snacks from the locker. Zhang Yanhui stood next to the electric heater and didn't feel very warm. He followed Jiang Chunmian to the locker, stood half a fist away, opened the cabinet in the corner, and revealed a cabinet full of food.
“This is specially prepared for students.”
Zhang Yanhui shone his flashlight inside, his fingers tracing over the food bag. He tilted his head to look at her, "What do you want to eat?"
Jiang Chunmian knew that there was a supermarket next to the infirmary, but she didn't expect that there was a small food storage cabinet hidden here. She exclaimed and went to Zhang Yanhui to tell him the names of the food. Zhang Yanhui walked to the electric hot air heater with an armful of snacks and piled them on the table.
Jiang Chunmian casually opened a bag of biscuits, ate one herself, and then handed it to Zhang Yanhui. After he took it away, she took another piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
Puffing her cheeks, she asked, "How did you know?"
Zhang Yanhui lowered his eyes, chewed a biscuit, and swept his gaze across the pile of snacks on the table. His brain uncontrollably memorized their names. These things were what Jiang Chunmian wanted, but he had no appetite.
"…It's Teacher Yang. She's worried that the students will go hungry in the infirmary, so she prepares food in her office to help the sick and weak students avoid starvation and worsening their conditions."
This happened a few weeks ago. He fainted due to hypoglycemia during the morning exercises and was sent to the infirmary. Teacher Yang was on duty there. She said that he had been fasting since morning and, coupled with long-term malnutrition, fainting was inevitable.
Zhang Yanhui was left in the infirmary by Teacher Yang. She went to the supermarket and bought a few bags of food and put them in front of him. She kindly told him to take care of his body and not waste it. If he was grateful, he should work harder in the final stage to prepare for the college entrance examination and repay her in the future.
It was in the infirmary that Zhang Yanhui met Bai Jing who was on sick leave. The frail boy was as beautiful as a white camellia with emerald green roots. After finding out that he was a top student in the experimental class, he began to have strange thoughts.
——Who knew that was the source of Zhang Yanhui’s nightmare.
A ginger-colored biscuit was handed to him. His eyes followed the biscuit to the fingers holding it. The nails were round and rosy. The light from the flashlight illuminated the hand. The hands placed vertically on both sides curled up unexpectedly, and he recalled the scene of being held by that hand and walking through the dark corridor.
He took the biscuit, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Chunmian, who was standing in front of him with her back against the cupboard. There were biscuit crumbs on her lips, and her cheeks were puffed up, and she was eating with relish...
It must be delicious.
Zhang Yanhui pinched the biscuit, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it expressionlessly.
...and it doesn't have any taste.
But he just felt that it must taste good, and mechanically took the cookies that were handed to him from time to time.
Jiang Chunmian brushed off the debris in his palm, opened the curtains and looked out from the glass window. Dark clouds rolled over the sky, and the raindrops hitting the glass became smaller. The sound of the rain created a peaceful atmosphere.
"The rain has lightened."
The biting cold was dispelled by the electric heater. There was only one chair in the office. If they went to the room with a bed, they would not be able to bear the cold air in the new room. So Jiang Chunmian and Zhang Yan returned to the ward next door and pushed a bed against the wall.
The office suddenly became cramped.
Zhang Yanhui was a patient, so out of moral sense, the only bed should be given to him. However, Jiang Chunmian had very bad sleeping habits. She already had some sleep disorders. If she sat on that cold chair, she would definitely have a sleepless night and would have no energy to study tomorrow...
While thinking about a solution, someone gently touched her arm. Jiang Chunmian looked up and saw Zhang Yan holding the quilt and giving it to her. "Put it on to keep warm."
Jiang Chunmian thanked him, then belatedly realized that Zhang Yanhui was the one who needed to stay warm the most! He was wearing his new spring school uniform, with a thin lining. Even though the room had an electric heater, the heat was limited, so maintaining a comfortable temperature was still difficult. He didn't seem to have complained about the cold.
Thinking of this, she tentatively reached out and touched the back of Zhang Yanhui's hand. The latter dodged reflexively, and when he realized it was Jiang Chunmian, he smiled shyly, his eyes seemed to ask what she meant. Jiang Chunmian didn't say anything, but simply covered the back of his hand with his hand.
"Your hands are too cold!" Jiang Chunmian leaned to the side, making room for him. "Come up quickly! Wrap yourself in the quilt..."
The fingertips that touched the back of Zhang Yanhui's hand seemed to be stuck in ice and snow, and even when hidden under the quilt, the biting coldness still remained.
Jiang Chunmian rubbed his fingertips, not taking it seriously. He adjusted the position of the electric heater so that it was facing them. The warm air blew in their faces. Wrapped in a thick quilt, his body temperature gradually rose.
She wanted to take a nap leaning against the wall, but she couldn't fall asleep. She remembered something and fumbled in her pockets.
A rustling sound was heard, and the stiff limbs gradually returned to their previous state. On the hospital bed against the wall, two people were wrapped into two thick balls, like silkworm pupae, with their shoulders touching. Although there was a quilt between them, Zhang Yanhui always felt that the thin layer of cotton seemed to have stolen the heat and transferred it to his shoulders, thus warming his body.
He pursed his lips, wanting to say something to break the silence, but what came out was a heartfelt apology.
"sorry……"
Jiang Chunmian was puzzled: "Why apologize?"
Zhang Yanhui stared at the electric heater emitting a warm orange light. "After tomorrow, Fang Zhengxiang will definitely bother you again... If he does, tell me. His hatred for me is even deeper. He's just unhappy with you for helping me... As long as you keep your distance from me, he won't notice you anymore."
Then, he added, "It's all because of me that you're locked up in the infirmary."
Jiang Chunmian glanced sideways. The boy beside him looked as flawless as white jade in the dim light, his black eyelashes like trembling butterfly wings. The quilt wrapped around his body, leaving only his delicate and beautiful head exposed. His perfect face, combined with the cold temperature, made him look extremely strange.
She had to admit that when she was alone with Zhang Yanhui in the dark, the vague feeling of fear came over her again. The sense of separation between instinct and reality confused Jiang Chunmian's cognition. She thought, the person next to her was obviously a boy who was afraid of the dark, timid, kind and shy, so where did that fear come from?
She was completely baffled and could only think about the people around her. She sincerely suggested, "The school teachers won't do anything about it. It's best to call the police! Fang Zhengxiang seems quite abnormal. Who knows if he'll do something even more outrageous in the future..."
"Even if his cousin works at the police station, he can't cover up everything!"
Zhang Yanhui nodded, and it seemed that he did not accept Jiang Chunmian's suggestion. Jiang Chunmian then shut up and said no more.
She pulled out a few folded slips of paper from her pocket and handed them to Zhang Yanhui. "If you can't sleep, take a look at the knowledge points. These are the key points and difficult points I've sorted out..."
Without waiting for Zhang Yan to respond, she began to memorize the contents of the note.
Zhang Yanhui held the still-warm white paper in his hand and paused for a moment, "...Thank you."
"Need not."
Jiang Chunmian seized the time to memorize the knowledge points, occasionally looking up at the dark night through the gap in the curtains, and the characters in front of him slowly floated up.
Her mind was in a trance for a moment, and she couldn't help but think of the empty desk in the third row in front of her when she first came to Class 3-4 of Senior High School, and the sudden change in temperature afterwards. An incredible idea emerged, causing her fingers holding the note to tremble slightly.
——She wouldn’t have traveled through time, right?
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
She clearly remembered that she spent her winter vacation in Qingcheng City. After handling her grandmother's funeral, her mother called her to her new home to celebrate the Spring Festival. However, due to the influence of her stepfather, she was not happy.
It was at that moment that she realized that her parents' relationship had broken down long ago, and they were only trying to maintain the status quo out of fear that it would affect her college entrance examination results. However, when she failed the college entrance examination, the two of them fell out. From then on, she had little contact with Jiang Chunmian except for a meager monthly living allowance, and there was little emotional exchange.
Forgotten memories reappeared, and the missing memory fragments confirmed the weirdness of the current environment. She could only use time travel to explain the current situation.
She went back three months to the eve of winter vacation. She had just finished her grandmother's funeral and was preparing to go to Qingcheng City to reunite with her mother.
but--
Time travel is bound to have an impact. In the current timeline, she did not receive her mother's invitation, but instead entered Epiphyllum High School early...
This also proves that when she wore her spring school uniform to class, in the blink of an eye, the clothes of her classmates around her changed into winter clothes, and the lush spring scenery was replaced by heavy snow!
After thinking about the current situation, apart from the initial rejection and the secretly rising doubts, she felt calm and at ease with what she had. Anyway, she had only one goal at the moment, which was to pass the college entrance examination smoothly.
Being free from worries actually gives her the confidence to adapt to all the unexpected things.
She withdrew her chaotic thoughts and returned her attention to the paper with the key points. After looking at it for a while, her head gradually became dizzy and sleepiness came over her. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
As she fell towards the void, an arm suddenly appeared in front of her, supporting her face which had tilted to the side and straightening it up. Then, the palm of his hand against the side of her face exerted a little force, pushing her head to the other side until it rested on his shoulder.
The movements were smooth and flowing, but from Zhang Yanhui's perspective, all the movements seemed to be in slow motion. The background sound was his beating heartbeat. The side of his face was brushed by the scattered hair, and that exquisite and perfect yet cold face was gradually dyed with crimson.
The rain outside the window was getting lighter. Jiang Chunmian, who was sleeping, rubbed the soft "pillow" he was resting on. His hands, hidden in the quilt, gripped the edge of the quilt tightly to prevent any cold wind from seeping in. Zhang Yanhui blinked, his eyelashes covering his moist and bright black pupils, hiding the hint of helplessness in them. He reached out, but the electric fan had long been out of power and out of service. The cold wind was biting, but he unconsciously let his arms be exposed to the air, pinched the quilt at the back of Jiang Chunmian's neck, and tucked it in.
After a moment of silence, he held her head and let her lie on the bed, while he left the bed, charged the electric heater, the fan blades started running again, steaming heat waves gushed out, and he sat upright in the chair.
Staring quietly at the person sleeping beside you.
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