Chapter Nineteen (Part Two)

  The moment I woke up, I had a premonition that as soon as I opened my eyes, I would see Qin Mo sitting beside the bed in a disheveled state. This idea came from the popular Hong Kong-Taiwan drama "My Fair Princess". Thinking back to those days, Xia Ziwei's frail and sorrowful appearance by Fu Erkang's bedside had already become a classic known to every household. After a fierce struggle, I decided not to open my eyes for the time being, letting Qin Mo think that I was still asleep, thereby increasing his guilt. However, this plan was immediately ruined by Yan Lang. As soon as I regained consciousness, within five seconds, I heard his cheers from above: "Grandpa, my mom is awake! I just saw her eyelashes moving, look, ah, they're still moving!"

  I pretended not to hear Yan Lang's words and secretly sighed that he was such a hypocritical person, while thinking about which direction the situation would develop in my heart.

  The scene I envision is like this.

  The outdoor morning light shines brightly, pouring through the doors and windows onto my sickbed. Qin Mo hears the news that I've woken up and becomes extremely excited, standing up from his chair in a daze, pouncing beside me and tightly grasping my hand: "You're finally awake."

  I opened my eyes and comforted him with a gentle smile: "It's all over, fortunately without any harm."

  Qin Mo painfully said: "You're unscathed but covered in wounds, yet you say it's no big deal? I'll die of heartache for you."

  I shook my head and said: "Don't be like that, you're so sad, I'll be even more sad because of your sadness."

  He also shook his head and said: "I know I shouldn't make you even more sad, but I really can't help feeling sad."

  I don't speak.

  "He continued: 'You are in pain, I am in pain, you are in pain, I am even more in pain. My heart is aching to the point of almost dying.'"

  I immediately pouted and said: "Qin Mo~~~~ you're so overbearing~~~~"

  I imagined the scene, and couldn't help but shudder a little, but suddenly I had an epiphany - if I could just manage to say the first sentence of my idea smoothly, maybe things would really start to go in that direction. For a moment, I felt eager to give it a try. With a sense of trepidation, I opened my eyes and turned around, saying "It's all over now, fortunately without any harm."

  Qin Mo's voice sounded: "Awake? Get up if you're awake, you've slept for an entire afternoon, it's already past 10 o'clock." This line was completely different from what I had imagined, and I stared at him blankly, unable to respond for a moment.

  He wasn't sitting on my bed, but rather on the sofa a meter away, wearing a black shirt with a sweater casually thrown over it, with a laptop on his knees, wearing glasses, one hand resting on the armrest of the small sofa, and the other hand seemingly moving slowly on the touchpad.

  I thought for a moment, what kind of person can remain calm and composed after personally destroying the person they like? After some deliberation, I feel that only people with dissociative identity disorder can possess such a strong psychological quality. Reaching this conclusion suddenly made me feel a bit stunned. Looking back at the previous conversation, Qin Mo did say he was pursuing me a few days ago, but it seems he never said he liked me. As for why he wanted to pursue me, although it remained an unsolved mystery until I got smashed, judging from the current situation, perhaps it's because the fortune teller said my eight characters were particularly compatible with his, so he came looking for me? Recalling how in the afternoon, I accidentally almost hit Jiang Tian, and he was able to take advantage of that to harm me, this inference isn't impossible either. My heart felt a bit bewildered, and I deeply felt like I had been toyed with.

  Yan Lang ran to the dresser, grabbed a mirror and put it in front of me, comforting me by saying: "Mom, you just have a slightly swollen face, nothing else is wrong." Seeing that I didn't look good, he added with a guilty conscience: "Although it's a bit swollen, but this swelling, I think it looks better." After saying this, he himself couldn't believe it, furrowed his brow for a moment, and patted my shoulder: "Forget it, I was just trying to coax you, your face doesn't look good at all with this swelling... I'll go do my homework now."

  Yan Lang disappeared at the door and forgot to bring it with him. I said: "Qin Mo, look, I told you we're not suitable for each other."

  He raised his head from the screen and said in a low nasal tone: "Huh?"

  I was organizing my words in my mind, so that I could present my argument in an orderly manner, when he put down his computer and walked over to my bed. His facial features were softened by the glasses on his face, and he stared at me steadily: "You didn't say it like that while you were sleeping."

  I stared blankly and said: "Huh?"

  He took off his glasses, casually picked up a glasses cloth from the side table and wiped them while saying: "You don't remember? Don't you remember saying that you like me, that being with me makes you happy, and asking me not to leave you?"

  I was stunned, and my intuition told me that this shouldn't be something I'd say, but sleeping is a mysterious thing. When people are awake, they're in control of themselves, but when they're asleep, they're basically controlled by their instincts. I couldn't help but wonder to myself, had my instincts already surrendered to Qin Mo before I did? But even if that were the case, how could I possibly admit it easily? I shook my head vigorously: "How is that possible, this isn't even my style of speaking."

  Qin Mo smiled slightly, put his glasses back on, and let out a sigh. "Alright, you didn't say anything, so tell me, what do you think is not suitable about us this time? Don't use the same excuse as last time."

  I reminisce about the past, searching through my memories, and I realize that I've basically forgotten what excuse I used last time, but there are so many reasons why he and I aren't suitable for each other, and any casual remark can become a valid reason. Qin Mo looks at me with encouraging eyes, and without thinking, I blurt out: "We really aren't suitable for each other, just look at how you used basketball to hit me for Jiang Tian's sake." After finishing speaking, I pause for a second, reacting to what I just said.

  Qin Mo was stunned for a second, and after a while, he said: "Do you think I threw the basketball on purpose to hit you?"

  "I nodded and said, 'Those who understand can see it, right?'"

  He had an expression of being both amused and annoyed: "I also want to ask you, how could you not catch such a simple pass? You were playing well in the first half, what were you thinking when I passed the ball to you? It's been years since I've been so startled. Luckily nothing happened." After saying that, he rubbed my hair.

  I was quite shocked and argued, "Why did you smile at me before passing the ball? You smiled like that, I must have been distracted. If I'm distracted for a moment, I'll definitely think you're intentionally hitting me."

  Qin Mo curled up the corner of his mouth: "The first half of this sentence I love to hear, the second half has no logical connection with the first half, can be ignored, well, get up and go to the living room with me to eat."

  I thought about it and the problem wasn't solved, then I glanced at his laptop and added: "And when I woke up, you were still playing with your computer."

  He had already walked to the door and turned his head back upon hearing the sound: "You just sleep, I still have to guard you without leaving your side?"

  I analyzed his tone and instinctively felt he was being provocative. I unwillingly nodded: "Of course, that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas."

  "He nodded and said: 'Okay, I'll go get the quilt later and we can sleep together.'"

  I couldn't keep up with his train of thought and replied bewilderedly: "Huh?"

  He said with a straight face: "What other services do you need? Go ahead and ask, for now you're the patient, I'll indulge you."

  I thought back and forth about this conversation, and finally came to my senses, suddenly feeling embarrassed, and hastily said: "Forget it, I'd rather cancel the business I mentioned earlier..."

  He thought for a moment and said, "Do you think I'm someone who can be summoned at will and dismissed just as easily?"

  "To be honest, you don't seem like someone who can be summoned and dismissed at will."

  He burst out laughing: "Not bad, you know me well."

  After dinner, Qin Mo wanted to go back and get his quilt. I pretended not to notice and locked the door with a cold expression while he was implementing this plan. Yan Lang gnawed on his pen and stared at the lock for half a day before asking me: "Mom, if I sneakily open the door when you're asleep, will you blame me?"

  I asked him: "What benefits did Qin Mo give you?"

  "He pretended to be thinking about a math problem: 'Oh, nothing, I just think you're too close-minded.'"

  I looked at Yan Lang, and for a long time, there was no speech. Looking at the entire biological world, it is always the most hope of the playboys that women can live openly. First, their hearts are open to them, then their bodies are open to them, after all, their bodies are open to them, once women are completely open, they can be let go easily. Yan Lang is still so young, but from his words just now, it can already be seen that he has the makings of a playboy, which is really worrying. I secretly planned in my heart to find a good time to have a good talk with him.

  Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, another day had gone by. I almost forgot that the TV station was going to do an interview about Qin Mo, until after finishing my classes at noon, I suddenly remembered this matter and called to ask, only to find out that it was already happening soon.

  The head said: "I was just looking for you, I seem to remember that you have no classes this afternoon, right? Jiang Tian is facing the camera for the first time, and she's afraid of making mistakes in the interview with Teacher Qin later. You quickly come over and guide her."

  I was directed by two words and got a fright, saying in a fluster: "My hosting level is not that great either, if I really have to direct Jiang Tian, I'll still need the help of those two hosts from Music Sound."

  The boss disagreed: "Your hosting level is very stable, don't be modest, come over quickly." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

  Since I took over as the host of Academic Wide Angle, the ratings have always been ranked last in the entire channel. The hosting level is indeed very stable. From this perspective, what he said is not empty talk. I sighed and rushed to the TV station with my backpack.

  There were still quite a few people in the office, I sneaked in quietly and was caught by Yue, who whispered to me: "How's it going? Is your head okay?"

  I tapped the temple area twice with my middle finger to show its solidity.

  Yue patted my shoulder: "It seems that Master Qin really has a crush on Xiaotiantian, otherwise he wouldn't have smashed you for her. You said yesterday when you shot the ball into the basket, how did it suddenly fly over the rim and rush straight to Xiaotiantian?"

  I was about to explain that it was just a slip of the hand, but she didn't wait for me to respond and continued: "With this one move, Xiaotiantian instantly became famous overnight. Someone even opened a thread on the school BBS about the heroic rescue on the basketball court, and by the time I came to the studio this afternoon, it had already surpassed the gossip thread of 'Meteor Garden' in popularity - it's really hot! Yesterday, after Qin Daoshi sent you to the infirmary, he didn't come back again. Later, Jiang Tian left before the game was even over, and Chen Ying said that they probably had a date. Although I don't know how Qin Daoshi took a liking to Xiaotiantian, this scandal happened at just the right time. With this kind of rumor leading the way, it's hard for our show today not to be popular."

  "I said: 'That post...'"

  Yue interrupted me: "That post is so hot, I don't know if Xiaotiantian saw it or not. Anyway, I saw her walking and smiling today. By the way, have you seen Xiaotiantian?"

  I just arrived and haven't seen Xiaotiantian's shadow yet, and I was ordered to give Xiaotiantian some on-site experience before recording the show. Yue took out his phone and looked at it, saying: "They should be in the studio, there are still ten minutes before the recording starts, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have dragged you here to gossip, hurry up and go."

  I pushed open the door of the broadcasting room with a complicated mood, and took a glance. Qin Mo was sitting in a chair looking over the interview outline, while Jiang Tian wore a sky blue cheongsam dress, leaning against the armrest of Qin Mo's chair, slightly bending her waist to point at the outline and say something. Both of them were very serious and didn't notice me at all.

  The author has something to say: Sorry everyone, I went on a business trip on Saturday and Sunday, and only returned at 9 pm tonight, so I'm updating late, please forgive the small amount of content.