That damned stamina monster!
Song Qing looked at the dental clinic’s price list, realizing for the first time in his life how expensive it was to fix a tooth.
Song Qing, sitting outside the examination room, turned to look at Song Chan outside the door.
Song Chan faced Zhong Lingyu, who was walking towards her: “How much is it? I’ll transfer it to you.”
Zhong Lingyu: “It didn’t cost much, don’t worry about such a small thing.”
Song Chan saw the prescription in Zhong Lingyu’s hand: “Is this a prescription? I’ll go get the medicine.”
Zhong Lingyu didn’t refuse, carefully reminding Song Chan of the pharmacy’s location, “Turn left on the first floor. You need to get a number from the self-service machine first, and then go when your number is called over the loudspeaker.”
The hospital’s doors and windows were very soundproof, and Song Qing didn’t hear the conversation, but seeing Song Chan turn to leave, he panicked and wanted to follow. He didn’t want to be alone with Zhong Lingyu for the time being.
His bottom had just left the chair when his eyes met Zhong Lingyu’s as he turned around.
Song Qing’s legs went weak, and she slumped back onto the stool.
Zhong Lingyu pushed open the door and walked in.
“Is the bandage applied?”
Song Qing lowered her head. “Mmm…”
“Does it still hurt?”
Song Qing shook her head.
Zhong Lingyu: “That’s because the anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet. You’ll feel pain later.”
Song Qing: “Huh?”
Zhong Lingyu: “There’s something I’m curious about. How did you come up with the idea of chewing on the pizza shop’s billboard? Even though that giant pizza looks realistic, it’s obviously just a bunch of hardened glue.”
Song Qing: “Gulp…”
Zhong Lingyu: “Look me in the eye when you speak.”
Song Qing cautiously looked up: “Gah.”
Zhong Lingyu’s deep eyes stared at Song Qing for a long time. Song Qing felt a chill run down her spine, then heard the person in front of her lower her voice: “You really don’t seem to be able to say anything.”
Song Qing felt completely lost, as if she were about to be murdered.
Zhong Lingyu straightened up beside Song Qing: “You’ve already said something that could cause trouble. While you’re speechless, you can use this time to think about what to do next.”
Song Qing broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhong Lingyu slowly wiped the blood from his hands, left when he had pressed Song Qing’s teeth earlier: “For example, how can I make your sister feel better, so she won’t always worry about you?”
Song Qing became even more anxious upon hearing Zhong Lingyu mention Song Chan.
So, Zhong Lingyu discovered he was hiding behind the pizza and overheard their conversation, and this was a warning?
Does Song Chan know that Zhong Lingyu considers her the mother of his child?
Song Qing’s brain was about to overheat.
At this moment, Zhong Lingyu picked up the takeout and handed Song Qing a pot of hot white rice porridge: “This is your lunch.”
Song Qing’s gaze fell on the pizza beside him, his eyes filled with tears.
Zhong Lingyu picked up the pizza takeout box: “You mean this? This is just our snack, not lunch. We’ll get something better later. But you only have plain rice porridge.”
Song Qing: “Waaah!”
Zhong Lingyu: “Objection overruled! Who told you to ruin your sister’s good mood today?”
Song Qing really wanted to grit his teeth, but his missing teeth seemed incapable of doing so.
So Song Qing glared at Zhong Lingyu, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Hmph, mentioning Song Chan again! That terrifying Zhong Lingyu, who knows what he’s planning to do to Song Chan!
He can’t speak now, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be mute forever.
Song Qing gulped down his porridge, secretly resolving to find out why these three inexplicably appearing transfer students were trying to get close to his sister!
Zhong Lingyu, completely oblivious to Song Qing’s sudden change of heart, said: “You have rice grains on your lips, wipe them off, or your sister will scold you again.”
Lunch was a buffet.
Song Qing sat alone outside the restaurant, drooling so much that it nearly drowned the mall.
Seeing Song Qing suffer like this, Song Chan felt bad and skipped the coffee shop, returning home early.
However, the day wasn’t entirely fruitless. Song Chan bought a dress she really liked that morning at a reasonable price.
Zhong Xin had bought a lot of clothes and, as soon as she got home, filled her previously empty closet with them. She invited Song Chan to look, excitedly clinging to her arm: “See? This is your closet too! We can finally share pretty clothes!”
Song Chan was flattered. “No, no, no, how could I take them from you? That wouldn’t be right.”
Zhong Xin sat on the bed, tilting her head, and asked, “Didn’t you ever fantasize about growing up quickly when you were little, so you could wear your mother’s dresses?”
Song Chan hesitated for a moment, then quietly nodded in acknowledgment. “It seems like there’s a little bit.”
Zhong Xin swung her legs. “When I was little, I was absolutely obsessed with my mom’s wardrobe. Every now and then, so many new clothes would be hung in, and every time I went in, it felt like I was on a tour. Of course, I really wanted all those dresses. Although my mom also prepared my own little wardrobe, how can children’s clothes compare to adult fashion? Oops, I let it slip.”
Zhong Xin quickly shut her mouth.
Song Chan blinked. “What did you let slip?”
Zhong Xin laughed, lay back on the bed, then sat up, turning back with a mysterious smile. “Isn’t Mom curious about what kind of pretty clothes she’ll have in the future?”
Song Chan, reminded by Zhong Xin, suddenly realized. “I want to!”
Zhong Xin put her index finger to her lips. “It’s a secret!”
Song Chan sighed. “Is it your family tradition to keep people in suspense?”
Zhong Xin looked sly, moving closer to Song Chan. “Is there anyone else who makes you keep them in suspense?”
Song Chan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Zhong Xin wasn’t really that eager to know the answer: “Getting back to the point, you know, in the future, when I’m all grown up, I want to braid Mom’s hair and put on a hair clip, but she always says it doesn’t suit her style.
“What I think looks good doesn’t suit Mom anymore.
“It’s so rare that Mom and I can finally wear clothes from the same age group; it’s really precious.
“Just like how you always loved dressing me up when we were little, can I dress you up from now on?” Zhong Xin nudged Song Chan, changing her tone: “Say something, sister.”
Song Chan could hear the bitterness in that “sister,” and softened, agreeing, “Sure, but only occasionally, otherwise my mom will be angry.” ”
Zhong Xin almost chuckled at the way Song Chan was seriously negotiating with her. Even her mother was a mama’s girl at this point, insisting on using the phrase “my mother” in everything she said.
Heh heh, no wonder she’s a mama’s girl; she inherited it from Song Chan.
Zhong Xin’s tone softened, and she rested her chin on Song Chan’s shoulder, speaking indistinctly, “Of course, I know your mother. She thinks your current task is to study. If I dress you up too nicely, your mother will think you’re not focusing on your studies.”
Song Chan: “You really do know my mother very well.” ”
Of course, how could a granddaughter not understand her grandmother?
Speaking of which, Song Chan couldn’t help but worry that Meng Mian would criticize her for buying a dress today. So, she planned to go back to her apartment across the street while Zhong Xin was packing her clothes and tell Meng Mian about it.
Unlocking her apartment, Song Chan glanced at the shoe rack; Meng Mian was home.
The bedroom door was closed. Song Chan clutched the clothing bag, nervously pacing at the doorway.
Zhong Lingyu knocked on the door: “Song Chan, this is your schoolbag. I brought it to you.”
Song Chan turned to take it when suddenly Meng Mian’s voice came from inside the room on the phone.
“I know… but I asked around on Friday, and tutoring centers are too expensive. Hiring a private tutor? I don’t trust private tutors, and besides, we don’t have much time now. Song Chan’s teacher said her situation is urgent, and starting math tutoring now is already late. We don’t have time to try different tutors one by one. The quality of private tutors on the market is hard to say… Why didn’t I ask? I did, and a colleague’s child had a terrible tutor.” ”
Judging from Meng Mian’s tone, she was on the phone with Song Zhen.
Song Chan finally understood why Meng Mian had seemed so dejected on Friday night.
It was because she was worried about her math grades, but her family couldn’t afford tutoring.
The heavy pressure, like a mountain, instantly weighed on Song Chan.
She was an extremely sensible child, unable to bear seeing her parents worry about her, and at the same time,e blaming herself for not having a brilliant mind.
Mathematical concepts that others grasped instantly took her a long time to understand.
Song Chan’s heart ached terribly.” In a flash, she remembered Zhong Lingyu was still there.
She quickly turned around, feeling utterly ashamed to have been caught in such a situation. “Um, Zhong Lingyu, why don’t you…”
Before she could finish, there was a noise from the bedroom; Meng Mian was coming out.
Zhong Lingyu pulled Song Chan into Song Qing’s room next door.
Song Chan was caught off guard and almost cried out, but Zhong Lingyu gestured for her to be quiet.
Once Meng Mian left, Zhong Lingyu took two steps back and explained to the blushing Song Chan, “You don’t want your mother to know about what happened on the phone, do you?”
Song Chan tried to calm her rapid breathing and replied to Zhong Lingyu, “If my mother knew, she would be even more upset.”
Meng Mian was always strong-willed and certainly didn’t want Song Chan to know that the family couldn’t afford her tutoring fees.
Zhong Lingyu glanced at his watch. “We still have time. Let’s go, Song Chan.” ”
Song Chan was completely confused, but quickly refused Zhong Lingyu, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Zhong Lingyu: “Why?”
Song Chan: “I want to stay home and do my homework.”
Zhong Lingyu picked up Song Chan’s schoolbag, “You’re so adorably silly. Do you think you can concentrate on your studies right now?”
Song Chan thought about the question seriously, but before she could find an answer, Zhong Lingyu forcibly dragged her away.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Song Chan looked at the long staircase in front of her: “You brought me here to climb the mountain?”
Zhong Lingyu, carrying a large bag of snacks, pulled Song Chan up the mountain.
“When you’re in a bad mood, don’t stay cooped up in the house alone. Nature can absorb not only carbon dioxide, but also negative energy from humans.”
Song Chan reluctantly followed Zhong Lingyu: “But if I feel better, will that solve the problem? It won’t increase my IQ anymore.”
“In a static environment, a person’s thinking will only become more and more rigid.” “Even if my thinking isn’t rigid, I still can’t solve problems I don’t know. Only through relentless study can I possibly learn them.”
“How do you know what that process is like if you haven’t tried?”
“Okay, even if you have a point, I have very little time left. Shouldn’t I be hurrying home to study?”
“Studying won’t help you at all.”
“What do you mean?”
Song Chan was a little angry.
Zhong Lingyu showed no intention of explaining, maintaining her initial pace as she climbed upwards. Song Chan’s chest ached from chasing after her.
“Can’t you wait for me a little while?”
Zhong Lingyu showed no signs of slowing down, and her figure grew smaller and smaller in Song Chan’s eyes.
Song Chan was left alone in the woods, filled with resentment towards Zhong Lingyu.
That wretched stamina monster!
“Why can’t you help me!” ”
Only a few strange bird calls answered her.
Song Chan gave up completely. She had no idea how much further it was to reach the summit. Clearly exhausted, she simply sat down on the steps, leaning against the railing, growing angrier with each passing thought. She pouted and whipped a small twig with the strap of her schoolbag.
After sitting alone for an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded behind her.
The person, breathing slightly heavily, approached Song Chan and stopped.
“Really not going any further?”
Song Chan sniffed. “No, I’m going down the mountain.”
Zhong Lingyu: “No, I don’t agree.”
Song Chan’s eyes reddened. She looked up and saw Zhong Lingyu, now utterly serious and cold. She couldn’t accept it for a moment.
“Did you eat up that big, gentle, and kind Zhong classmate before?! Where did he go? Hand him over! The real Zhong classmate wouldn’t be so heartless, sob sob sob.”
Zhong Lingyu replied expressionlessly: “Yes, he’s in my stomach now. Do you want to go in and find him?” ”
Song Chan held back two tears, fell silent, and sobbed a couple of times.
After a while, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, she pleaded gently, “It’s not that I don’t want to walk, I just tripped and fell, so I can’t walk anymore. Please understand, Zhong.”
Letting her study is fine, but letting her exercise? What?!
Song Chan was thinking, “I’ve already put myself out there, how am I going to deal with this?” when suddenly a layer of hot breath hit her cheek, and the scent of pine wood filled her nostrils.
“Just keep pretending. A few steps and you’ve already shown your acting skills.”