"Today is the day to reveal our teacher Jin He's ancient costume look!" Lin Nian excitedly dragged the child out of the lounge. Jin He was wearing a light blue robe, looking like a frail scholar. A white silk ribbon covered his eyes. He was already thin, and when he put on the ancient costume, he looked even more frail.
"Wow!" Song Bai and Wen Lian exclaimed in perfect unison, "It's beautiful! It's really beautiful!"
"Brother Xiaohe, this suits you so well!"
Jin He scratched his wig. "You're really good at praising people. I'm a little embarrassed, hehe."
"Can you even see clearly?" An Yi pointed at Jin He's eyes. "Won't you fall on stage?"
"No, this is semi-transparent," Lin Nian answered for him.
The night before Song Bai's official performance, during the final rehearsal, he was still saying to Wen Lian, "So beautiful! Why can't that face be on my face? I've done so many good deeds in this life, can I be born like that in my next life?"
Wen Lian glanced at him, the meaning in his eyes was already very clear, and then lowered his head to adjust his wig. At this moment, Jin He walked over while tying his belt, looked up and said to Wen Lian warmly, "Perfect timing, can you help me tie my belt? I can't seem to tie it properly."
"Really!"
Wen Lian looked both surprised and excited, reaching out her hand eagerly. Jin He's waist looked so slender, she could probably wrap her arms around it with one hand, so it would be normal for me to accidentally touch it, right? I'll just touch it, I'll just touch it lightly.
Just as his hand was about to touch Jin He's belt, Wen Lian suddenly felt his eyes go empty. His outstretched hand grasped nothing. When he looked up again, he saw Teacher An pulling Jin He away and quickly tying the belt in a tight knot.
Wen Lian: "..."
"You're so old and you can't even tie a belt? You'll starve to death without me! What else can you do!" An Yi gritted his teeth and tied a tight knot for Jin He. The belt was just a piece of gauze, and the knots made it look ugly. Jin He reached out and touched the big lump on his back, speechless.
"You need someone to help you tie your belt? And you say you can do without me? What did you eat tonight? Yam paste again? You don't eat meat or rice all day long, are you trying to become an immortal...?"
Jin He: "???"
Why is he suddenly acting like a mad dog?
"You know, the button you fastened is so ugly! So ugly!" Lin Nian snatched Jin He from his hands, cursing as she unbuckled his belt. "Look at this! Look at this! Look at this!"
An Yi ignored the furious Lin Nian and just looked at Jin He, scrutinizing his complexion. He looked much better than when he first entered the camp; at least he didn't look like a dead man anymore. However, he heard that Jin He still sometimes carried a color-changing lipstick in his pocket to prevent the camera from capturing his pale face if he was ever feeling unwell.
"One last time." An Yi stood in front of the monitor with his hands on his hips, still cursing. "It's already nine o'clock. You bunch of kids, don't think you can stay up all night just because you're young. You'll suffer later. Finish early and go to sleep. I'm going to check on you later. If any of you dare to stay up all night and play like crazy again, I'll break your legs!"
Lin Nian: "..."
Yes, a couple of days ago, a group of guys in one dorm couldn't sleep and were running around like crazy, wearing blankets and going from dorm to dorm performing a lion dance. Most of the sixty-odd guys were young and energetic, and when someone joined in their craziness, they didn't care about anything else. They went crazy all night, and the next morning they were still glowing with health.
Poor Jin He, when she got up for morning class the next day, had huge dark circles under her eyes, looking quite frightening. She followed the group unsteadily during her morning exercise, like a wandering ghost.
Lin Nian walked over, picked up his bracelet, and saw that his heart rate had soared to 130. So she scolded Jin He and told him to go back to sleep.
Poor Jin He, he gets scolded no matter what he does.
After the rehearsal, the children returned to their dormitory arm in arm. Jin He had just changed out of her performance costume and was holding a makeup remover wipe in her hand. She was about to bend down to pick up her backpack when a hand reached out in front of her. A dark blob on her wrist flashed by before she could see it clearly. Then Jin He smelled a familiar scent.
The sunlight, so common on An Yi, shone on the grass, a refreshing scent tinged with bitterness. An Yi picked up his backpack and said casually, "Come on, I'll take you back."
Jin He said coldly, "I thought you wouldn't come any closer."
“You really underestimate me,” An Yi laughed, taking two more steps closer. “You should know me; I’m persistent even after hitting a wall. I’m determined to get the result I want.”
“Young Master, not everything in this world goes as planned. Just consider me the first Waterloo you’ve ever encountered in your life.” Jin He walked beside him, her gaze falling on his wrist. “What’s that on your hand? A temporary tattoo?”
"Oh? You mean this?"
An Yi raised his wrist and showed it to Jin He. It was a pattern of wheat ears, about the length of a finger, dark in color, and coiled on An Yi's wrist. Upon closer inspection, the edges were slightly reddish, indicating that it had been tattooed recently.
"You mean this? I just got a tattoo, I had someone design it for me, isn't it pretty?" An Yi's tone was somewhat smug, perhaps because he had finally found a way to refute Jin He's idea. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction from decisively cutting off Jin He's idea.
"Do you know what this means?" An Yi asked. "I don't need to explain further, Jin He. Even if you're determined to break up with me, I'll never forget you in this lifetime."
After saying that, he seemed still not satisfied and repeated, "It's impossible for me to forget you."
Jin He's face instantly turned ashen. He was furious. He snatched his schoolbag and yelled, "An Yi!"
"You're really quite ill!"
An Yi didn't care about any of that. It was as if seeing Jin He like this meant he had already won. He was certain in his heart that he was the victor in this battle, and he felt quite fearless. At this moment, he was like a victorious warrior, and this realization made him happier than when he received any award.
"Don't deny it, Jin He," An Yi said. "You only have me in your life. If you don't like me, who else could you like?"
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