The next morning, when Ye Shuya woke up, she had a splitting headache as if her head was about to fall apart. She gently touched her forehead and felt an abnormal heat. The remaining bread at home became her breakfast, and then she took antipyretic and painkiller pills. As the bitter pills slid down her throat, she thought silently in her heart that life is a battle. Either you conquer it or it conquers you. Illness is just a tease of life, and she must not give in.
When she browsed the forum again, she found that the sensational post had been deleted, and all the content about Su Yao and her had disappeared.
Someone posted to ask the reason. The moderator replied coldly in black bold font: "This is a superior's secret. Please cooperate." Another moderator also chimed in, saying that Su Yao is an unspeakable secret.
After arriving at school, she first went to the office and found that all the teachers in the office were there, which was a rare sight at ordinary times. Song Xiao didn't even prepare lessons last night. Instead, she spent three hours browsing the forum. When she found that the heroine of the post was Ye Shuya, the excitement in her heart was indescribable.
Lin Yu said with a sarcastic smile, "Look, the heroine of the scandal in our Chinese department."
Ye Shuya seemed not to hear. She inserted the roses sent by Qin Wei into a vase and picked up scissors to trim the branches and leaves. The rose petals were vividly colorful, and the rich fragrance refreshed her.
During class, the students were in an extremely energetic state. Everyone's eyes were shining with curiosity and gossip. She chose to ignore it and continued lecturing expressionlessly. During the break, finally a student couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Hey, Teacher Ye, are you Su Yao's girlfriend?"
She gave that student a cold look. "What do you think?"
"Well... I don't know."
"I don't want to answer this question. The only thing I can answer now is about the key points of the final exam."
Ye Shuya never underlines key points in her classes. Every time the final exam approaches, the students always beg her to underline key points. And she always has only one sentence: What she usually talks about is all key points. The students are very frustrated by this, but this time when they heard Ye Shuya say so, they all cheered.
Having successfully silenced the students, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To avoid attracting more attention, at lunchtime, she didn't even go to the staff cafeteria but directly ordered takeout and had it delivered to the office.
Song Xiao was also having a meal in the office. To enhance friendly relations among colleagues, she took the initiative to start a conversation. "Shu Ya, will you go home during the Spring Festival?"
Ye Shuya really wanted to give a cold look directly, but in the Jianghu (the world of people), one can't always do as one pleases. She replied coldly, "No."
"Then will you go to the United States to spend the Spring Festival with your boyfriend?"
"Not sure."
"Hey, what exactly is your relationship with Su Yao?"
"No comment."
After that, Ye Shuya fell silent. She lowered her head and ate her boxed lunch in silence. But Song Xiao was full of enthusiasm and talked non-stop by herself, seemingly with no intention of stopping. Her train of thought was jumpy. In just half an hour, the topic jumped from Su Yao to this year's housing prices, then from the president of the United States to burning books and burying scholars alive, and finally circled back to herself.
"...I am not the kind of person who values appearance. My future partner must be handsome and unrestrained, gentle and considerate, and know how to be romantic... I'm so thirsty talking about this. I need to drink some water."
Ye Shuya closed the lid of her boxed lunch, looked up and said faintly, "I have to go to class." Then she hurriedly left the office. She really couldn't understand how someone could talk so much to a cold face for such a long time.
At 6:30 in the evening, Ye Shuya arrived on time for the appointment. When she arrived, Chen Qi and Chen Li were already waiting there. Chen Li obediently called out "Sister Ye". Chen Qi was all smiles. "Xiao Ye, you are really punctual."
After she sat down, she found there was still an empty seat beside her. Chen Qi mentioned that there would be another guest coming later.
She didn't pay too much attention to it.
Chen Qi began to say some polite words: "Xiao Ye, it has been really hard on you during this period. Without you, I really don't know what to do about Xiao Li's Chinese grades. Hehe, thanks to you. By the way, I have transferred the money to your card. You can check it later to see if the amount is correct."
Hearing this, she finally showed a sincere smile. "I trust Mr. Chen's character."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Qi suddenly stood up, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He quickly walked towards the person who had just entered. "Third Young Master."
Ye Shuya was startled and instantly turned her head. When her eyes met Su Yao's, she felt as if everything around her had stopped. It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the whole world.
Chen Li added in a low voice, "Sister Ye, he is Su Yao. The very famous painter I mentioned to you before."
She came to her senses and responded absent-mindedly. Suddenly, her mind became a mess. Chen Qi's attitude made her feel like a stepping stone across the river.
Her cheeks were burning hot.
"Sister Ye, are you okay?"
Ye Shuya suddenly stood up. She felt as if everything around her had turned into a distorted face, which was disgusting. She lowered her head and hurriedly left the restaurant like a gust of wind.
She accidentally bumped into a waiter coming head-on. The glass fell to the ground with a crash and fragments flew everywhere.
Chen Qi's face suddenly became ugly. His voice was sharp and harsh. "Miss Ye!"
But she seemed not to hear. Almost all the eyes in the entire western restaurant were focused on them. The originally melodious music stopped abruptly, and the pianist also stopped playing.
. The morning headache struck again, as if an invisible hand was wantonly pulling the sensitive nerves in her brain. Just then, Su Yao suddenly took hold of her hand. She was stunned. Looking up and meeting his gaze, he winked at her and mouthed "run". Then he pulled her and started running.
At that moment, the unrestrained image of 1900 playing the piano in the raging waves in "The Legend of 1900" emerged in her mind. At this moment, she seemed to be in such a scene as well. All the cells in her body were cheering and jumping, feeling an unprecedented freedom and happiness.
After Ye Shuya and Su Yao had run for a while, they finally leaned against the wall on the street, panting. They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of amusement. It was a kind of tacit pleasure, as if they had just experienced an adventure that belonged only to the two of them.
She took a deep breath and laughed. "I think Chen Qi's face must be very ugly now."
"En." He nodded seriously. "Indeed."
She laughed heartily. She felt an unprecedented sense of ease. The depression and unhappiness of this period seemed to be released at this moment.
Su Yao leaned against the wall and his breathing gradually calmed down. However, when the surroundings became quiet and a cold wind blew, Ye Shuya couldn't help shivering. The running just now made her forget her coat. Now she was only wearing a thin dress.
"Do you know Chen Qi?" she asked.
"No." he replied.
"Ah." She was stunned for a moment. "Then how could you..."
He looked at her, his eyes deep. "He said you would come."
The meaning behind this sentence was self-evident. Even the most obtuse person could understand the profound meaning. Her face flushed instantly. Just like all people immersed in love, she was both shy and enjoying such teasing.
Su Yao chuckled. That laughter was like the spring breeze blowing over the lake, warm and soft.
Ye Shuya felt a warm current surging inside her. Su Yao's voice was like a flame, surrounding her tightly. All the cold was instantly dispelled.
"Are you hungry? Shall we go have dinner?" Seeing her nod, he summoned the driver. The two sat in the back seat. Driver Zhang drove the vehicle expressionlessly.
"What do you like to eat?" he asked.
She replied in a low voice, "Anything is fine."
Su Yao laughed. "Yaya, you have to say something you like."
Her face flushed. When he called her name, his voice was deep and magnetic, as if gently gliding over the lower teeth with the tip of his tongue, carrying a charming exotic flavor.
"Do you... like Cantonese cuisine?" she asked tentatively.
He said with a smile, "Yaya, we are soulmates. I was originally planning to take you to eat Cantonese cuisine. I think you should like it."