Chapter 93 Why is she reminiscing?
Fuzhou.
Outside the high-speed rail station, volunteers from the Rongcheng Physics Society and Rongcheng University, wearing blue vests and standing next to a sign indicating the arrival point for the Physics Competition Finals, actively greeted the participating teams emerging from the crowd.
This year, the Jiangxi Provincial Physics Competition team has a total of 23 members: 6 from Jiangxi University Affiliated High School, 4 from Ningcheng No.1 High School, 3 from Zhengde High School, and the rest from other schools.
The head coach was Mr. Pang, the leader of the physics competition group at the affiliated high school. He called the students to follow him and head towards the welcoming point.
Jiang Yingxu walked in the group with a bag slung over one shoulder.
Lai Cheng and the other two followed behind him like little chicks following closely behind.
Shao Hanfei held up his phone and took a picture of Rongcheng High-speed Railway Station. When he put his phone away, he saw Luo Siming glaring at them from among the group of students from Jiangda Affiliated High School. He rolled his eyes and went back to his phone.
"I really don't want to be on the same team as this kind of person."
Lai Cheng glanced at it too and whispered gossip: "I heard that he was kicked out of the training camp last time and was severely reprimanded by their teacher Pang when he got back. He didn't dare to form cliques or small groups anymore, but his mentality exploded and his grades were not very stable."
Mao Yuhu: "Then I wish him to come in last place."
The three exchanged a glance and then chuckled.
Jiang Yingxu looked indifferent, staring at the small window at the back of the bus, lost in thought.
After discussing with the volunteers, Teacher Pang called the students to board the bus.
Jiang Yingxu went straight to the last row and sat down.
It's still a bus.
Still in the last row.
The location was different, and the seat next to me was empty.
Jiang Yingxu pursed his lips, gazing at the unfamiliar scenery of Rongcheng outside the window, while he heard Mao Yuhu, who was sitting in front of him, sending a voice message home.
"I'm already on the bus, I'll head straight to the hotel to check in later..."
Jiang Yingxu rubbed the chipped edge of his phone with his fingertips, then, on a sudden impulse, he raised his phone and took a picture of the view out the window.
The phone's camera isn't great, so the photos aren't very high-resolution, but they're sufficient for reporting purposes.
After taking the photo, Jiang Yingxu hesitated between the two apps for a moment.
Which number should I send it to?
Is it Shi Miao, the cat king on QQ, or Miao Miao, the pet kitten on WeChat?
Even geniuses and academic prodigies have problems they find difficult, and they only finally make up their minds when the train departs.
Send it to the kitten at home first, then send it to the cat king.
Send two copies of one photo.
He's undeniably a player and a scumbag.
After sending the message, Jiang Yingxu placed his phone face down on his lap and sighed silently.
I hope that replying to his messages under two identities won't tire out my clone cat.
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"I'm exhausted!"
During break, a desperate wail came from the side.
Shi Miao took out her phone and fell into deep thought as she looked at the two new messages.
The system chuckled: [How interesting.]
[You two have created a love triangle between them.]
Shi Miao pretended not to hear the system's teasing, tapping her fingertips on the phone screen, and first replied with a "cat knows" emoji using the kitten's WeChat.
Switching back to the penguin, several minutes later, I replied: 【Okay, I just finished class too.】
After switching identities, the cat examined the two completely different answers and nodded in satisfaction.
She's a natural-born actress!
Completely unaware that they've revealed more of their own secrets than a sieve.
School without Jiang Yingxu was incredibly boring, and he couldn't even muster the energy to study.
Shi Miao casually scrolled through her WeChat Moments and saw that He Rongyi had posted a picture of training on the playground a few minutes ago.
She gave it a thumbs up.
The system sends a warning: [Does He Rongyi have a cat's WeChat account?]
Shi Miao: [。]
Shi Miao quickly canceled the like, and honestly just kept refreshing without clicking.
Scroll down to see Zhu Ting's WeChat Moments.
[Zhu Ting: My little rascal, the hospital tests showed nothing wrong, but he just won't eat anything. It's driving me crazy!]
The accompanying picture shows an orange and white cat lying in its cat bed.
The fur is glossy and smooth.
The cat tucks its limbs in, making itself upright.
Shi Miao opened the private chat and sent an inquiry message.
The English teacher, carrying an English newspaper, her skirt fluttering, entered the room as the preparatory bell rang.
Shi Miao put her silent phone into the desk drawer.
Although cats don't like studying, they are good students who respect their teachers.
It wasn't until after school, when Shi Miao slowly returned to her home where Jiang Yingxu wasn't, that she saw the message Zhu Ting had sent later.
[Zhu Ting: Xiao Guai hasn't been eating much since last month. She'll only eat a couple of bites if I open a can of food, and she'll spit it out if I feed her anything more.]
[Zhu Ting: I've taken it to several pet hospitals in Beijing, and they all say it has no other problems besides being overweight.]
[Zhu Ting: It's lost a lot of weight!]
Shi Miao reopened Zhu Ting's Moments and stared intently at the orange and white bread in the photo.
Where did that heavy truck come from?
And she's lost a lot of weight?
Shi Miao didn't understand, but she respected him, and she sent him a message.
[Shi Miao: I understand a little cat language, I can help you take a look.]
International schools let out early, and Zhu Ting, who was right next to her phone, immediately made a video call.
"You understand cat language?"
Zhu Ting, holding her phone, stepped into the elevator. Her gaze swept across the screen, as if traversing space, and then tangibly swept over Shi Miao's face.
She nodded thoughtfully.
"That's true, you're a lot like a cat."
Shi Miao: "?!"
Zhu Ting hit the nail on the head: "From the first time I saw you, I felt that your appearance, demeanor and some of your little gestures were very much like a cat."
"Many people imitate cats, but it always feels deliberate."
“But you are different. You have a natural, innate dynamism.”
Zhu Ting stared intently at Shi Miao.
There's only one possibility—
Shi Miao felt a chill run down her spine for no reason and almost held her breath. The next second, she heard Zhu Ting's confident guess.
"Did you grow up with a cat, and treat it as a playmate and role model when you were a child?"
Shi Miao: "..."
Shi Miao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."
Good heavens, is this even an explanation?!
The cat learned something!
Zhu Ting smiled smugly, "I knew it, no one can escape my eyes."
Feeling somewhat guilty, Shi Miao chose to change the subject, "Are you outside? How do you take the elevator?"
With a ding, the elevator doors opened.
The young lady walked briskly and calmly, saying, "This is the elevator in my villa."
The naive kitten: "..."
Why does a villa have an elevator?
In the TV dramas she and the system watched, the villas all had spiral staircases, and then a malicious supporting character or a child would suddenly push the female lead down the stairs, causing her to tumble like a bowling ball, and then scream, "My child!"
Shi Miao was momentarily lost in thought.
On the screen, Zhu Ting switched to the rear camera. When facing the cat, her haughty voice automatically softened, and she called out softly, "Little darling, come to Mommy."
A heavy truck came speeding by, slinging its sacks around, and plopped down at Zhu Ting's feet with a soft "hmm."
Zhu Ting was clearly overwhelmed by the cuteness, exclaiming, "My little darling is so adorable, Mommy wants to give him a kiss!"
He picked up the cat and kissed it several times.
The camera was shaky, but it could still clearly capture the sounds of kissing, accompanied by Zhu Ting's arrogant laughter, making the scene extremely chaotic.
Shi Miao had heard such a sound before.
Just last night.
Right here on this sofa bed.
The light was dim, and the boy leaned closer, his familiar, cool scent carrying him as he pressed his thin lips to the kitten's head, his tenderness and affection unspoken.
"..."
Shi Miao suddenly sat up straight, so frightened that her ears almost popped out.
Something's not right!
Something's 100% wrong!
Why is she reminiscing?
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