Chapter 1
"Jiawei!"
"Jiawei!"
Mu Zhengxi, who was on the verge of death, suddenly sat up, startling Yan Yuheng and Xu Zizhao, who had been keeping watch on the sofa all night. The two looked at each other and quickly got up and came over.
Are you alright?
Yan Yuheng bent down and put his hand on Mu Zhengxi's shoulder, holding up a finger and waving it in front of Mu's somewhat bewildered eyes. "How many is this?"
Xu Zizhao leaned closer, his voice weak, "Do you still remember who you are?"
How old are you this year? Where do you live?
"Mu Zhengxi?"
"Damn, don't scare my Jung-hee."
A barrage of questions exploded in his ears. Mu Zhengxi rubbed his temples and hissed. The two large faces magnified in his eyes made his already short-circuited head ache even more.
What year is this?
These words immediately triggered the climax of the thriller.
Yan Yuheng made a quick decision, "I'll go get the doctor!"
"Junghee, Junghee, don't scare me, Junghee..."
Xu Zizhao's legs trembled, and tears were about to stream down his face.
“Jung-hee…”
Once he had recovered, Mu Zhengxi impatiently slapped away the two hands that were groping his body and yelled irritably, "Are you trying to cry at my grave?!"
"Dad! Dad! Yes, you are my dad! My real dad!!"
Mu Zhengxi looked at Xu Zizhao, who had suddenly confessed his identity and rushed into his arms, with a puzzled expression. He then looked around and realized that the environment was definitely a hospital.
But... he just now... what is all this about? Mu Zhengxi felt another headache coming on, and pushed away Xu Zizhao, who was wiping his nose and tears on him, "Stay away from your father."
The broken memories were pieced together frame by frame, pulling the memory back to the football field three days ago. The scene froze on Xu Zizhao passing him the ball, which he headed at the goal. And then, well, that was it.
He has been injured and hospitalized countless times since he was a child. The most serious time was when his left eyeball almost burst, leaving a faint scar at the corner of his eye.
Mu Zhengxi asked in confusion, "Hey, how long was I unconscious?"
Xu Zizhao, the main culprit in this incident, looked up and exclaimed excitedly, "Three days!! A full three days!"
The person who heard this answer frowned, incredulous. "Only three days?"
"Only?! Only?!!"
Mu Zhengxi raised his hand to cover his ears, trying to reduce the shrill, croaking sound of Xu Zizhao in his ear.
"My goodness!!! I almost thought I was going to spend the rest of my life paying you off."
"You?" Mu Zhengxi glanced at the man and scoffed, "Then I'd rather choose—"
Before he could utter the last word, Xu Zizhao swiftly covered his mouth and grabbed his hand, banging it against the bedside table. "Pah, pah, pah, children say the darndest things, children say the darndest things."
“c$$zrhjng@!!!!”
Speak like a human being!
Xu Zizhao gave him a warning look, and only released his grip after receiving repeated nods of assurance.
Mu Zhengxi took a deep breath, glared at him, and cursed, "Are you crazy?" He twisted his wrist, which he had almost broken, and looked at his whole body. Apart from his overloaded head and a small abrasion on his elbow, he was fine. Mu Zhengxi thought Xu Zizhao's mental fortitude was a bit too poor. "What are you so nervous about?"
"How can I not be nervous! The doctors can't figure out why you fell into a coma!"
"Really?" Mu Zhengxi replied absentmindedly, then suddenly remembered, "Did I score that goal?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Zizhao instantly went berserk, broke down, and covered his face.
"Dude, what kind of time is this and you're still worried about this? Is that even the point?!"
"That's not the point! My buddy's in the hospital, so the ball couldn't have missed the net, right?!"
"you-"
The ward door opened.
Xu Zizhao, who originally intended to argue with Mu Zhengxi, saw Zeng Yuan, who was in the lead, suddenly become docile, and his hands, which had been gesturing wildly, immediately obediently crossed in front of him.
Hello, Auntie.
Zeng Yuan nodded in response with a calm expression.
Mu Zhengxi met her gaze, a look colder than the one he'd given a dog passing by on the street. She probably couldn't even be called a stepmother; at the very least, a stepmother would feel annoyed.
Three days had passed, not even enough time to collect the bodies. He snorted coldly and turned his face away.
"You're awake."
Dr. Zhou, the attending physician who was standing next to Zeng Yuan, was an old acquaintance. He came over and gave the young master on the hospital bed a simple examination and asked him some questions.
Mu Zhengxi asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
"I've arranged a few tests for you in a bit. Once they're done and everything's fine, you can leave."
"I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."
"I know, I'll only feel at ease if I get checked out." Dr. Zhou reached out and patted his shoulder reassuringly.
Are you hungry?
I hadn't noticed it until now, but my stomach started growling right on cue.
After receiving the doctor's permission to eat, the housekeeper arranged for someone to deliver the food.
Yan Yuheng and Xu Zizhao showed no awareness of their role as caregivers. They even ordered food in front of him and ate various kinds of meat with gusto in front of a patient who could only eat bland food. Xu Zizhao, in particular, was squeezing tears from the corners of his eyes just a second ago, but now his mouth was dripping with oil.
If it weren't for the fact that they had also been terrified for three days, Mu Zhengxi would have kicked them out long ago.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Mu Zhengxi returned to his hospital bed, crossed his legs, and started flipping through the channels on the remote. Finally, out of boredom, he stopped at the children's channel that was playing One Piece on repeat, turned his head, and ordered, "Water."
Yan Yuheng tossed the bottled water on the table to someone, swallowed the food in his mouth, and after he had eaten and drunk his fill, he remembered something. "I was wondering why you kept muttering Jiang Jiawei's name when you were unconscious these past few days."
“Exactly,” Xu Zizhao agreed, then teased, “You wouldn’t be secretly in love with him behind your buddies’ backs, would you?”
This is exactly what they mean by "you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth." Mu Zhengxi rolled his eyes. A spark flashed in his mind, something flickered by, and he suddenly sat up straight, the water he had just swallowed back up.
"Cough cough cough!"
"Don't get excited, don't get excited."
Seeing this, Yan Yuheng quickly got up and patted him on the back, comforting him like a caring older brother, "There's nothing wrong with being gay, right, Xu Zizhao?"
People whose mouths are bulging so much they can't speak nod emphatically to show their approval.
"We're brothers in our hearts, and we'll never let this happen—um."
The man who had been elbowed in the abdomen looked pained and cried out, "You fucking killed me!"
Mu Zhengxi pointed tremblingly to the door and issued an order to expel them, "You two, get out of here right after you finish eating."
Before she could finish speaking, the head nurse pushed the door open and came in.
"So lively? Who's going to get lost?"
“Sister Lin, it’s just in time you came.” Yan Yuheng pointed at the person on the hospital bed, his smile contradicting the brotherhood he had just sworn just a second ago. “Quickly take his blood pressure.”
"What's wrong?"
Holding up a chicken wing, Xu Zizhao said, "Too high."
Mu Zhengxi grabbed the pillow from behind him and smashed it down accurately, hitting the target.
"Mu Zhengxi!!"
Calling him "Dad" won't help.
That powerful voice erased the last trace of guilt in Xu Zizhao's heart.
They'll start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
The phrase "even cats and dogs would find it annoying" is a perfect description of a high school boy with boundless energy. Nurse Lin silently covered her ears and took two steps back.
By noon, Yan Yuheng and Xu Zizhao, who had been on guard duty for two nights, went home to catch up on sleep.
After Mu Zhengxi completed a series of scheduled examinations, the results came out close to dusk.
Based on the results of the various examinations, apart from a mild concussion and abrasions on the forehead, no other problems were found.
In the office, Dr. Zhou instructed: "After you go back, pay attention to rest and avoid strenuous exercise for the time being. If you experience any discomfort such as dizziness or vomiting, come back for a follow-up visit immediately."
Zeng Yuan looked at Mu Zhengxi, who was sitting next to her and seemed to be lost in thought since entering the room.
"Mu Zhengxi".
The person who had just come to their senses blinked, a little confused by being suddenly called out, "What's wrong?"
Zeng Yuan asked him with her eyes if he had any further questions.
Mu Zhengxi tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, and his spine, which had been pressed against the back of the chair, straightened up a little. "Post-concussion—" Mu Zhengxi glanced at Zeng Yuan sitting next to him out of the corner of his eye, and immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.
At this moment, his very perceptive mother came online.
Would you like to speak with Dr. Zhou privately?
Dr. Zhou also looked at him.
Before he could speak, Zeng Yuan had already left.
After considering for about ten seconds, Mu Zhengxi organized his thoughts and said, "Um, what are the aftereffects of a concussion? Like having nightmares or something, or maybe suddenly having a new memory?"
"Hmm...new memories? You're dreaming?"
"Yes, and no, it's just..." Mu Zhengxi gestured with his hands, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. "Hiss... how to say it."
What did you dream about?
"It was in my dream—"
Mu Zhengxi almost blurted it out, but quickly stopped himself.
"Um?"
The boy's eyes darted around, "Okay, it's nothing." Then he added unnecessarily, "It was just a very ordinary dream."
Dr. Zhou leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Tell me, I can interpret dreams too."
Mu Zhengxi realized the tone was teasing a child, changed his expression, and blurted out, "Actually, I dreamed that I won the Golden Globe Award." He then stood up and put his hands in his pockets.
See you next time, Dr. Zhou.
"It's best if this doesn't happen again, young master."
"Remember to come back for your follow-up appointment next week."
The person with their back to them waved.
Mu Zhengxi was somewhat surprised to see Zeng Yuan standing in the corridor, presumably waiting for him before he left.
The person who hung up the phone glanced back at him.
"Let's go."
The tone was like barking at a dog, and the phrase "mutual loathing" was also quite apt to describe the mother-son relationship.
Mu Zhengxi rolled his eyes behind her back.
Inside the elevator.
"Stay home and rest these few days. Your father will be back next week, and we'll discuss school matters then."
If you didn't know better, you'd think it was just a routine instruction to a subordinate.
laugh.
I almost forgot about that.
Less than a month into the semester, he got into several fights with Chen Haosen, and the principal went to his father to subtly persuade him to drop out. In the end, the fight almost wiped out the Chen family line, and Mu Shaoqing's reputation was no longer enough to save him.
Mu Zhengxi let it go in one ear and out the other, then reached out and pressed the button for the first floor.
Zeng Yuan asked, "Where to?"
Mu Zhengxi drawled, "Go find your mother."
"Heaven and earth bear witness" is not an insult; it simply means the literal meaning of the words.
Zeng Yuan's expression immediately turned displeased, as if she couldn't be bothered to look at him anymore.
Sure enough, they won again.
Mu Zhengxi was secretly delighted.
Zeng Yuan believes that Mu Zhengxi has become so unruly that his mother, Jiang Wenqing, who never disciplined her but took it upon herself to bring her son back from the temple, should bear more than 80% of the responsibility.
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