Chapter 77 Is it being naughty?
In the noisy classroom, Xia Shi turned his head to look at the girl next to him.
The light was soft, making the girl's features appear even gentler, but a closer look revealed her nervousness.
"Xiao Jiu," she called softly, tilting her head.
A voice came from beside her, and Wen Jiu turned around, her tone gentle: "What's wrong?"
Are you a little afraid of needles?
Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she didn't hide anything from the girl: "Yes."
"It's okay, I'll stand behind you when you get your blood drawn. Just look at me, don't look at the needle, and you'll be fine."
Wen Jiu had tried this method before, but she was still afraid—a subconscious fear. However, the girl's voice was gentle and sincere, so she nodded, "Okay."
When Wen Jiu received the notice to go downstairs, she tried her best to suppress her fear and went to the podium to tell everyone, "You can go down now."
The medical examination team was divided into two groups according to gender.
Whenever a girl steps onto the scale, the line of boys next to her cranes their necks to look.
When Su Shun reached Ning Yixue, he immediately peeked over, but before he could see her, he heard the girl shout at him.
"Su Shun!"
"Okay, okay, I won't look," Su Shun said, pretending to turn around, but then turned his head back the second the girl stepped on the scale.
When I saw the height and weight displayed on the screen, I couldn't help but exclaim, "You're already so thin, why are you still dieting!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Yixue immediately shouted, "Su Shun! Why are you still peeking?"
Seeing the two of them start playfully fighting as soon as they stepped off the scale, Wen Jiu and Xia Shi exchanged a smile.
Basic checks like height and weight are easy for everyone, but when they line up for blood tests, their expressions become serious.
"No, you stand in front of me, I'll come later."
"Do you really have to smoke that much?"
"Couldn't you have used a smaller needle?"
...
When Xia Shi saw the girl's hand trembling at her side, he reached out to take her hand.
But before she could touch her, the girl instinctively dodged away.
She paused for a moment.
Wen Jiu, too, felt a pang of guilt in her eyes when she realized what she had done: "I'm sorry."
"I'm fine," Xia Shi said with concern in her eyes. The girl's fear of needles seemed to be much more serious than she had imagined.
Wen Jiu put her trembling hands behind her back and said, "Xiaxia, you go first. I'm going to the restroom."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"fine."
After Wen Jiu left, Xia Shi followed her retreating figure.
Ning Yixue, who was behind her in line, also noticed something was wrong.
"What's wrong with Xiao Jiu?"
Xia Shi shook her head: "I just feel like I'm really afraid of needles."
Instead of going to the restroom, Wen Jiu went to a nearby sink. She turned on the tap and washed her face with cold water over and over again, trying to calm herself down.
It's just a needle.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Don't be afraid.
Don't be afraid.
Looking at the scene not far away, Zhou Yanchuan felt a lump in his throat.
He had never actually seen a girl look fearful and nervous.
When she was eleven, seeing her arms covered in needle marks, I asked her, "What happened?" She replied expressionlessly, "Dad said I was naughty, and naughty children need to be punished."
She has never shown fear to the outside world. Looking at her now, one can only imagine how terrified she must be inside.
Over the years, Zhou Yanchuan had been unable to recreate the girl's fearful expression at that time, but now it seemed as if a picture was appearing in his mind.
The little girl huddled in the corner, her father repeatedly pricking her arm with a needle.
She cried and struggled, but to no avail. The man grabbed her hand, dragged it, and plunged the cold, silver needle into her arm again and again.
His expression was ferocious yet also exuded a sense of savagery.
Is it being naughty?
It's just an incompetent man venting his frustrations.
The needle is just one of the tools.
Zhou Yanchuan clenched his fists, trying to call out to her but failing to make a sound.
Until the girl turned around.
Despite the sunlight, she still looked so fragile and powerless.
Her pale cheeks were soaked with water, and there were water stains at her collar.
He was starting to lose control of his emotions.
But her voice rang out first, gentle and understanding: "Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
Have you finished your physical examination?
"without."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Wait for you."
*
When Wen Jiu and Zhou Yanchuan appeared together, everyone around couldn't help but turn their gazes towards them.
The two didn't actually communicate much, but for some reason, they gave each other a very intimate feeling.
Perhaps it was Zhou Yanchuan's subconscious lowering of his head and his unconscious leaning towards the girl.
And eyes were always fixed on her.
Even when talking to friends, she still kept an eye on Wen Jiu.
Actually, seeing this was already quite surprising for the students in Class 9.
No one expected that when it was Wen Jiu's turn to have her blood drawn, Zhou Yanchuan would suddenly raise his hand and, as if no one else was around, grab her wrist, which was hanging by her side. His thumb pressed on her pulse, and he brazenly rubbed it gently in front of them.
The group of people at the back of the line couldn't believe what they were seeing.
When Wen Jiu felt the sudden touch on her wrist, she was startled for a moment, initially thinking she was hallucinating. After all, with so many people around, she didn't think Zhou Yanchuan would do anything.
Until those warm fingertips gently caressed her skin, a tingling sensation began to rise from that spot.
She looked down and her gaze fell upon that long, slender hand.
Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted, Zhou Yanchuan turned his head to signal to the doctor beside him. He watched as the silver needle pierced the delicate vein. His grip tightened even more.
A few boys were standing to the side.
"To get the class monitor to give him the injection, Brother Chuan even resorted to this trick."
"Look at the way he looks at you, it's like he's being drained of his blood."
Did you see any reaction when you drew his blood?
"You really like it?"
"Are you blind? Isn't it obvious?"
"The squad leader is really something, he managed to take down Brother Chuan."
...
*
From that day on, the classmates noticed that Zhou Yanchuan had changed. At first, they just felt that he was sleeping less in class recently, until the monthly exam results came out.
As soon as the scores were released, Chen Yu ran to the bulletin board. Following his usual habit, he looked from bottom to top and quickly found his name.
He muttered, "How come I've dropped one place after studying this?"
Last time we were tenth from the bottom, this time we're ninth.
"I give up," Chen Yu muttered as he continued searching upwards.
The last column was empty, but looking down the second column, his eyes lit up with delight: "Not here either!"
In the third column, Chen Yu searched for each name one by one, but still couldn't find the three characters "Zhou Yanchuan".
"No way!" He couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, finally finding Zhou Yanchuan's name in the fourth column.
Zhou Yanchuan's total score is 465, and his stage ranking is 482.
Not only Chen Yu noticed, but the other students watching also spotted it and were equally shocked: "Zhou Yanchuan?"
"Xiao Chuan, do you know how many points you got? 465! That's amazing!"
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person who had been nagging beside him all morning, and gave a slight twitch of his lips, but showed no sign of happiness.
The semester is almost over, and he still hasn't broken 500 points.
Can I catch up in a year of senior high school?
As he stared blankly at the report cards in his hands, he suddenly heard a student shout from the podium, "Whose notebook is this?"
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