"not bad."
Shi Qian's mind hadn't quite caught up yet, and when she realized what she had answered, she was so embarrassed that she fell flat on her face.
A person with a fixed gaze will stare at others without ever looking away, and will eventually get caught red-handed by the person in question.
For some reason, Shi Qian always felt that Meng Qing had a strange attraction for him. Even when he first woke up and recalled the scene of Meng Qing trying to kill him in the last life, he couldn't bring himself to hate this person.
During this time, Shi Qian had been trying to stay away from Meng Qing, but he always found himself wanting to get closer. The more he tried to distance himself, the less he could stay away.
Is this the protagonist's halo and charm? Everyone will fall in love with the protagonist? Be obsessed with the protagonist, and bang their heads against a wall for the protagonist?
Shi Qian lowered her head and pretended to focus on eating her noodles, trying to appear calm based on the principle that as long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be.
"Want to get a closer look?" Meng Qing walked over to Shi Qian.
Shi Qian remained unmoved, her gaze fixed on the bowl of noodles Meng Qing had brought over. "I'm hungry."
Meng Qing gave a slightly indulgent smile, but unfortunately Shi Qian didn't see it.
He handed Shi Qian a pair of chopsticks, and Shi Qian lowered her head to start making noodles.
Why does Meng Qing seem a bit off today? He seems... to have become more flirtatious?
When the thought popped into Shi Qian's mind, he was startled. How could this be? That was Meng Qing! How did she end up like Fu Xiuhan?
Meng Qing sat down opposite Shi Qian and filled her own bowl. Shi Qian looked up at Meng Qing, glanced at the noodles in front of Meng Qing, and then looked down at her own.
Meng Qing only had plain noodles, while her own bowl had two eggs. "Why did you give me all the eggs? Aren't you going to eat them?"
"No need, you eat it." Meng Qing stopped Shi Qian from putting one of the eggs in his bowl.
Shi Qian suddenly realized that he had already eaten with his chopsticks, and he guessed that Meng Qing minded, so he wouldn't insist. It was just two eggs, and it would be pretentious to refuse again.
"Why did you take a shower so late?" Shi Qian asked while eating.
"I had a nightmare and broke out in a sweat. I couldn't fall back asleep after waking up, so I went to take a shower."
Did you take the day off today? I haven't seen you in class.
"Yeah, I'm not feeling well, so I took the day off."
Are you feeling better now?
"Much better."
"Um."
...
As Shi Qian ate Meng Qing's noodles, thinking that he couldn't let the conversation fall flat, he started making small talk, asking questions here and there.
He was no longer the semi-conscious man he used to be, so he couldn't talk as much as the old Shi Qian. Now, Shi Qian was like a chatterbox.
However, Meng Qing wasn't much better off than him. In the end, the two had nothing left to say to each other, and all that could be heard was the clinking of chopsticks and bowls.
Shi Qian hadn't figured out the right way to get along with Meng Qing. When Meng Qing first came to the Shi family, he was only in a semi-conscious state and did a lot of silly things. Shi Qian felt that the past was too painful to recall. How could he be so clingy to Meng Qing?
What do you mean you don't know how to make friends? What do you mean Meng Qing is his first friend besides Shi Yan? Now, when Shi Qian thinks back to his thoughts at the time, he's so ashamed he could dig three bedrooms and a living room out of his toes.
He never imagined that the "tool" character setting needed to be so idiotic. Shi Qian wasn't living in ancient times; he was just sick at home. With the internet so readily available, where didn't he have family? Where didn't he have friends?
Shi Qian found it inexplicable that someone would feel sentimental about such a thing.
Moreover, Shi Qian still doesn't understand what illness he has. He just feels that his body is a bit weak and he occasionally faints. Other than that, he doesn't feel any other problems.
Is it a so-called "system" setting, or is there really a problem with my body?
He was certain that the medications Shi Qian had discarded when he was truly sober that day were all problematic.
On the bright side, is it possible that you yourself are healthy, and you are only giving him medication to make him appear to have a problem, thus making him appear to have a problem even when he is not?
The thought that his previous life had been arranged by others sent chills down Shi Qian’s spine. Perhaps the person who was watching “The Truman Show” just two days ago could become “Truman” himself today.
But things are much better now than before. At least he has control over his life and can deal with whatever comes his way.
Meng Qing waited silently until Shi Qian finished eating his noodles before getting up to pick up their bowls and wash them together. Shi Qian wanted to offer to wash them, but Meng Qing didn't give him the chance.
Well, actually, Shi Qian didn't really want to wash either.
After persuading Shi Qian to return to her room, Meng Qing began to clean up the scene, recalling the dreams he had the previous morning.
Yesterday morning, Meng Qing was about to get up and go to class as usual when she suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a severe headache.
This was a feeling Meng Qing had never experienced before. Even when he had a cold or headache, it had never been this bad, as if someone was tearing his scalp apart.
Meng Qing, clinging to her last shred of consciousness, sent a message to her homeroom teacher asking for leave, before finally fainting.
Meng Qing was caught in one dream after another, endlessly, with countless scenes flashing through his mind.
Unlike his previous precognitive dreams, this one was more fragmented and chaotic. Meng Qing couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and could only passively let all the images pass through his vision.
In the cramped rented room, on the old dining table, there were two ordinary bowls of homemade noodles, one plain and the other with two eggs poached in it. The two people kept offering the noodles to each other.
In the park in late autumn, fallen leaves cover the ground. In the picture, two intimate lovers embrace under a tree, expressing their love for each other and promising to stay together forever.
In the dimly lit alley, the two walked hand in hand, retracing their steps home again and again.
...
Are we officially together now?
"Calculate."
"Will we stay together in the future?"
"Um."
...
Will things change this time?
"I don't know, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Um."
"I will always be here."
...
"You stay here and wait for me. Don't go out. Wait for me to come back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
...
"I can't wait for you anymore."
"Come find me again next time, next time."
"I'm leaving."
Don't worry.
Everything will be alright.
...
"Remember me, no matter how much time has passed."
...
The scene abruptly ended, and Meng Qing broke out in a cold sweat. He checked the time; it was already 3 a.m. the next day…
Meng Qing was unconscious for almost a whole day.
He shook his still somewhat groggy head. Everything in the dream felt both near and far. Meng Qing couldn't grasp anything, but he knew he must have forgotten someone very important.
Who is he looking for?
Meng Qing tried hard to recall another blurry face from his dream, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the person.
He still couldn't see who it was when he woke up, but the person felt very familiar to him.
It felt like it was right next to me.
Suddenly, a person popped into his mind.
Shi Qian.
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