Chapter 34
Chapter 34
The wind whistled in my ears, and the sun seemed even stronger.
Shen Qingyuan felt that thousands of eyes on the entire playground were probably watching her.
She struggled, but couldn't break free of his grasp. He still managed to pull her along and make her run. However, the struggle caused the boy to unconsciously slow down.
The last time I had physical contact with a boy was back in kindergarten. People in small towns are very conservative.
"This boy is so reckless!" Shen Qingyuan thought. She was very unhappy and embarrassed. It seemed to be the first time in her life that she had been forced to do something like this.
“Excuse me,” the boy turned to look at her, their eyes met, “thank you for coming with me.”
?
Didn't you force someone to leave?
With that one glance, Shen Qingyuan finally got a clear look at the boy's appearance. Undoubtedly, he was quite pleasing to the eye. His nose was a nose, his eyes were eyes, and his mouth was a mouth.
When she was in junior high school, she read romance novels and a female author used this wording, which she thought was perfunctory at the time. But now she thinks it is quite appropriate.
It's quite remarkable that the image quality remains high-definition despite the shaky field of vision.
But his behavior was despicable! He looked somewhat familiar, since we were in the same class and we might have met before.
"Hey classmate, I really can't find anyone. I'm sorry, but for the sake of the class's honor, I'll have to trouble you!" the boy said as he ran, his breathing steady.
"Your name is Shen Qingyuan, right, classmate?" He glanced at Shen Qingyuan with a smile, then quickly turned his head back to look at the road.
Shen Qingyuan was taken aback. She had indeed introduced herself when she introduced herself at the beginning of the semester. She was quite low-key and businesslike, and she didn't intend to attract attention.
With only one year left until the college entrance exam, her goal was clear: to get into the best university in China and study medicine. Everything else was secondary.
She had absolutely no recollection of the boy's name. She wasn't even sure if they were in the same class.
In fact, her deskmate Song Ting had once whispered in her ear about the boys in the class, saying that there was an incredibly handsome guy in the last row, whose looks were simply irresistible. His name even sounded like a male protagonist from a romance novel.
At that moment, Shen Qingyuan was solving a complex physics problem and didn't even look up.
She only knows that organic compounds are edible. Besides, how long can one's favor be maintained by using one's looks?
"That's me." She didn't ask for the other person's name; it wasn't important. Since she couldn't refuse and was being dragged onto the track, she might as well run. "Let me go, I promise to run the relay race."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuyang indeed released her wrist, slowly, not entirely sure, as if afraid that she would turn and run away as soon as she let go.
Even after letting go, Shen Qingyuan still ran after him. When the boy turned his head, a smug smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't introduce himself, but since they would be classmates for a long time, Shen would eventually find out his name.
There was a slight, dull ache in her skin, but it was nothing to worry about and would soon go away. Shen Qingyuan subconsciously moved her wrist.
Despite her startled state and the commotion caused by running and talking, Shen Qingyuan's breathing remained relatively steady.
Ye Chuyang instinctively felt that arresting the person was the right thing to do.
This little girl is pleasing to the eye; she's tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Long legs give her a natural advantage in running, as long as she's not too physically weak.
Moreover, before he made the arrests, he glanced at the girls who were unwilling to participate and they all lowered their heads, looking somewhat uncomfortable or embarrassed.
Only she remained calm, relaxed, and indifferent.
He immediately thought: "Hey classmate, your attitude is wrong. Haven't you gotten your passion ignited yet? Can't you do something for the honor of the class?"
...
About ten minutes later, Shen Qingyuan stood on the track, her brows slightly furrowed, her face serious and tense. She didn't even have time to change into her workout clothes, and of course, she hadn't brought any with her.
The starting gun fired—
The time has come to do our best for the honor of our class.
Shen's father has a good fitness habit. When Shen Qingyuan was little, she often ran around the neighborhood with her father. Later, when she went to high school, she ran less because of the heavy workload. But the foundation was still there; it was her early training.
Of course, he doesn't have the talent of an athlete; he's just okay.
Shen Qingyuan ran the fourth leg, which was originally the position for the wrestling girls.
The team members assigned to each leg are fixed, and each needs different technical support.
For example, the athlete running the first leg needs to be quick and have a fast start. The second leg covers the longest distance. The third leg runs the curves, so only athletes with good curve technique should run it.
As for the fourth runner, speed and good mental fortitude are the most important factors.
They quickly grabbed someone to replace him; nobody really expected to win the relay. But since they were put in this position, they wanted to run as fast as they could.
At least do your part well.
Shen Qingyuan thought so, and the others thought similarly. The four of them hadn't actually played together before, so they weren't exactly in sync. Whatever, let's just run.
The spectators on both sides of the track cheered wildly.
Relay races are very entertaining, and the baton exchange process is full of suspense, which can really get the audience excited.
400 meters, a little over a minute, her heart was racing, and for a moment, Shen Qingyuan felt as if all sounds were shut out of her mind.
She closed her eyes and calmed herself down.
Ye Chuyang ran the first lap. He had good reaction time and performed the start and baton exchange very quickly. This gave the runners behind him an early advantage.
After the second and third legs were completed, Class 2 was ranked fourth or fifth.
There's still room for improvement in this position; if he performs well, he might even win a medal.
When she received the baton, Shen Qingyuan ran at the fastest speed she had ever run in her life. The shift in her mindset from an indifferent, detached attitude to running hard on the track was almost instantaneous.
A competitive spirit is ingrained in Shen Qingyuan's bones. As long as you put her on the track, she will grit her teeth and give it her all—a trait perfectly suited for being a workhorse in society.
She was in fourth place for the time being, and she could feel the people behind her speeding up out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly, the boy in second place ahead of her dropped the baton.
A low gasp of "Ah!" came from the crowd.
This is an opportunity; my eyes have already caught sight of it, but my body is still running due to inertia.
As she crossed the finish line, Shen Qingyuan felt a metallic taste in her throat, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
At the end of her fourth leg, she barely overtook the previous third-place runner to move into second place. As for the original second-place runner, after dropping the baton, she completely lost her advantage and became second to last.
The cheers were deafening.
Shen Qingyuan vaguely remembered that when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of the dejection on the face of the second to last person.
Life is full of profound meaning. Many years later, Shen Qingyuan suddenly realized the profound meaning of this scene.
Those who initially had the advantage, whether due to bad luck or a mistake, can instantly lose it in a moment of carelessness. On the tracks of "life," they are forever left behind...
Well then, it's a bet, and you have to accept the consequences!
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It's almost noon.
Shen Qingyuan took the items out of the refrigerator. "The fish in the supermarket didn't look very good, so I only bought beef and shrimp."
The suite has an island counter where you can cook simple, quick dishes, but there's no range hood, so it's best to avoid frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying.
Shen Qingyuan squatted down, opened the cabinet and took a look. There was an induction cooker, knives, and bowls and chopsticks, which gave it a bit of a homey feel.
"You cook for yourself?" Shen Qingyuan asked as she took out the induction cooker. Only after asking did she realize that it was Xiao Chao who would cook, not the big star.
"Go ahead and do it," the big star replied lazily from the bed. "When I have time, I'll make something for myself. Sometimes I get too hungry at night, so I'll just make something to eat."
This "slight" is limited to boiled eggs and some leafy greens. Eating carbohydrates at night makes me feel heavy.
After having breakfast and resting for a few hours, he felt much better and was in a better mood, so he stopped pretending to be weak.
Shen Qingyuan responded with an "oh," not paying much attention.
She took an apron out of the drawer, unfolded it, and put it on. Although she had never cooked before, she had to look the part.
"What are your requirements?" she asked.
"Less oil, less salt, and try not to add any seasonings. Then, it will taste better."
Shen Qingyuan was taken aback. She had assumed the deliciousness came from the abundance of seasonings. And if you cook meat without seasonings, are you sure it won't taste fishy?
Her moment of surprise struck Ye Chuyang as suspicious.
"What, not confident? Dr. Chen, you've never cooked before, have you?"
Shen Qingyuan answered truthfully: "No."
I ate in the school cafeteria for most of my student years, and I continued to eat there after I started working. When I worked late, I ordered takeout. I've also eaten quite a few instant noodles, biscuits, and other convenience foods.
The kitchen in the rented room, which is never used, is spotless and brand new, much to the landlord's satisfaction.
He felt like he had discovered a new continent and became a little excited. "So there are things in this world that Shen Qingyuan doesn't know."
That sounds like praise. It's as if a hero, once revered and worshipped by millions, has suddenly been found to have some moral flaws, proving he was just an ordinary person after all.
"Of course there are many things I don't know," Shen Qingyuan said calmly. "I'm just an ordinary person."
Stay humble, young people.
Ye Chuyang was slightly taken aback.
The shrimp had been refrigerated for several hours and then taken out of the water; they were barely clinging to life.
Shen Qingyuan found a pair of scissors in the cupboard, picked up a shrimp with two fingers of her left hand, and cut it with the scissors.
Even though she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. She vaguely remembered that her father would cut off the heads of shrimp and then pull out the shrimp veins from their backs, which was clean, efficient, and very quick.
As the scissors slowly approached the shrimp's head, the moment they cut into the shell, the half-dead white shrimp suddenly thrashed, its rostrum slicing across Shen Qingyuan's fingertip.
Shen Qingyuan let out a cry and reflexively let go of her hand.
The shrimp fell into the tank, thrashed around a few times, and seemed to be having a final burst of energy before it died.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chuyang sat up with a start, took a long stride, and stepped off the bed.
He wasn't wearing slippers, even though the floor was carpeted and he could walk barefoot. But Ye Chuyang was a clean freak and didn't quite trust the cleanliness of carpets, so he always wore slippers.
"It's nothing." Shen Qingyuan looked at her finger; the wound was very small and bleeding slightly. She rinsed the wound under the tap, and the bleeding stopped quickly.
For a wound of this severity, even a band-aid isn't necessary.
As he spoke, Ye Chuyang leaned forward, "Injured? Where? Let me see!" His heart leaped into his throat. His aching lower back was no longer the main concern.
His tone seemed a little too anxious. Shen Qingyuan waved her injured finger in front of him, "It's nothing. I got scratched by a shrimp, it only bled a little."
If he had walked a little slower, his wounds would have healed.
His fingers were dangling, and he naturally raised his hand, grasping half of her hand. He held it still.
This gesture... seems a bit too intimate.
Shen Qingyuan froze slightly, stunned, feeling somewhat bewildered. She blinked a couple more times, her weight subconsciously shifting backward.
Ye Chuyang looked closely and saw that it was indeed not serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the first time cooking, the person was clumsy. Ye Chuyang frowned slightly.
"Never mind. I'm too clumsy, I'll do it." He seemed displeased.
Clumsy? Shen Qingyuan didn't hear that word often. Her supervising teacher had used it when she first started her internship at the hospital.
However, this kind of talk is practically a mantra for supervising doctors, and every intern has to go through this barrage of questions. Shen Qingyuan heard it much less often than others.
Shen Qingyuan withdrew her hand. She was certainly not good at cooking, nor had she received any professional training; most importantly, it wasn't even within her job scope. She always had a strong sense of boundaries.
"Are you sure?" Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow. She was happy to be the one to wash her hands of the matter, and her gaze fell on the other person's waist. "Is your waist still uncomfortable?"
"It's just cooking, it'll only take a little while. I can't stay in bed all day. I'll do the 'dangerous' work."
He added a sarcastic tone to the word "dangerous," saying, "If your hands are injured and you can't have surgery in the future, I can't take the responsibility. Of course, I'll have to trouble Dr. Shen to help me out."
Shen Qingyuan blinked and thought for a moment. If she were truly crippled, he would indeed bear some responsibility. After all, it was an employment relationship. But surely he could afford to pay for it?
“Okay. I’ll assist.” Shen Qingyuan stepped down and readily agreed.
There are sixty or seventy shrimp in the tank, and it will take some effort to prepare them.
Shen Qingyuan bent down, took a small fruit knife from the cupboard, and scooped up a shrimp to play with.
"Be careful, don't prick your hand again," he urged gently.
The atmosphere was gentle and quiet, and the two of them were busy with their own things.
Time suddenly seemed to slow down. It was as if... Ye Chuyang suddenly realized that he was starting to feel like he was living a more domestic life.
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