Chapter 245: Volume 1 Chapter 245 Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (7)

Qiu Ziang finished weightlifting, walked over, mouth dry, picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table and wanted to drink it, but before he could open it, someone snatched the water away.

He saw the youth standing nearby and said in a daze, "He Yin, I just want to take a sip."

He Yin said nothing, shoved the mineral water into the backpack he was taking home.

Qiu Ziang, seeing this, exclaimed in surprise, "Is this water from a little sister? Who is she? Is she pretty?"

He Yin pushed him away: "No."

Qiu Ziang posed as Detective Conan, resting his chin on his hand, and said, "I don't believe it!"

As he spoke, he began to analyze: "He Yin, although you have mysophobia, I usually drink your mineral water and you never react this strongly; just now you were clearly tidying your clothes and didn't notice me over here, but as soon as I approached that bottle you came over—this bottle of water must be from a little sister."

He Yin: "……"

He turned his head: "You're free?"

Qiu Ziang didn't dare say more, but he was certain in his heart that the bottle of water was definitely from a little sister.

He Yin packed up his backpack, slung it on, and left the dormitory.

He took the bus, got off after a few stops, walked along the necessary route home, entered the pitch-dark alley; the night was thick, there wasn't a single lamp in the alley, and he could only walk by the faint moonlight.

Nearby, demolished buildings were being rebuilt; as far as the eye could see were old houses, like rural buildings, completely different from the city's skyscrapers.

He entered the stairwell of the decades-old building; the walls were mottled and grimy, spiderwebs and cracks filled the corners, the stairs were coated with uneven pitted concrete, there was no railing beside the stairs, the steps were uneven in height, as if walking up a steep slope.

He had walked this road for over ten years, long accustomed to it; he could even walk it with his eyes closed.

When he reached the top floor, the iron door was rusted blotchy; he took out his key, opened the door, and the room was unlit, pitch dark.

He turned on the light and saw his mother sitting in the living room weaving a bamboo basket.

His mother was blind, though only in her forties her hair was white as snow; her gaunt, aged face made her look like she was in her sixties, her waist bent, she held bamboo strips in her hands and skillfully wove them.

Hearing the sound of the light being turned on, she lifted her head, a smile appearing on her face: "Xiao Yin is back."

He Yin put down his backpack, walked over, took the half-finished bamboo basket from her hands, and said, "Let me do it."

He Yin's mother let go of her hand, saying, "There's still rice in the pot; I'll go heat it up."

He Yin made an affirmative sound, his movements practiced and quick; before long, a bamboo basket was finished.

He picked up another bamboo strip and continued weaving.

After weaving all the bamboo strips on the ground, he picked up the basket placed in the corner and set it by the door.

He Yin's mother placed the dishes on the table, filled a bowl full of rice for him, and said, "Come eat quickly."

He Yin washed his hands, sat at the table, and said, "Mom, I got first place in this competition and won a lot of prize money; you don't need to weave baskets anymore."

He Yin's mother was overjoyed: "You got first? My son is really amazing; hurry and let Mom touch the medal."

He Yin placed the medal in her hand and repeated the latter sentence again.

He Yin's mother shook her head: "I need to earn more money so my son can compete abroad in the future."

She didn't know what track and field was, had never seen her son compete, but hearing the neighbor's aunt say that future competitions would require going abroad, which costs money, she wanted to save more.

He Yin pressed his thin lips together, after a moment said, "Mom, I can earn money now; promise me you won't weave baskets anymore, okay?"

Saying this with a solemn expression: "Otherwise I can't calm down to study."

Upon hearing this, He Yin's mother hurriedly said: "Mom won't weave anymore; don't worry about me, Mom will never weave again."

He Yin made an affirmative sound, lowered his head, and ate his meal.

After washing up and returning to his room, he walked to the window and gazed at the outside night.

After a long while, he opened his backpack, took out the books inside, and in his peripheral vision noticed the mineral water placed in the innermost layer.

He took out the mineral water, lifted it to eye level, and the dim yellow light shone through the plastic bottle onto his retina.

He Yin twisted open the cap and took a sip.

The cool water flowed down his throat into his stomach; he thought of something and suddenly froze.

His dark eyes fixedly stared at the bottle cap in his hand.

Had the mineral water been opened?

Thinking that Qiu Ziang hadn't even touched the cap when he snatched it away, the only person who could have opened the water was her.

He Yin's ears suddenly flushed a shade of crimson.

——She not only opened it, but also drank from it.

So this is the mineral water she said she enchanted?

He Yin pinched his faintly aching brows.

How could she give him the mineral water she herself had drunk?

Far away at home, Jiang Zhi was doing stretches when she suddenly heard the system's notification sound.

【The favorability of the villain He Yin reached 12 points.】

One bottle of mineral water added 10 points.

Jiang Zhi suddenly stood up.

What else does she need to conquer? From now on she'll give him a bottle of mineral water every day.

A knocking sounded at the door, followed immediately by Grandma's voice.

"Xiao Zhi."

Jiang Zhi walked over and opened the door.

Before her stood an elderly woman draped in a shawl, her features still hinting at the beauty of her youth, earrings hanging from her earlobes, her whole presence exuding dignity and kindness.

"As soon as you get home you hide in your room and don't even say a couple of words to Grandma."

The original owner's greatest fear in life was Grandma.

Jiang Zhi hurriedly said, "Grandma, when I came back I saw you were busy."

Grandma said: "Alright, I came over just to ask you, do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Zhi's burly body stiffened, her head swaying like a rattle drum, "No, absolutely not!"

Grandma's expression improved a little, she handed her a cup of milk: "Drink it."

Jiang Zhi drank it all in one gulp, and only after watching her leave did she relax.

The original owner's grandmother originally didn't approve of her studying Jiang Xi; if the grandmother found out she was pursuing a guy from the Sports School, she'd probably break her leg.

Saturday

Jiang Zhi, who woke up at eight, finished breakfast and left.

She put on a mask, hailed a taxi, and had agreed to go shopping with Wang Qian.

Coincidentally, the shopping area was where He Yin worked part-time—two birds with one stone.

Even upon entering autumn, the weather remained scorching as ever; the asphalt road blazed with heat, rising and falling in unstable waves, a watering truck passed, and a man-made rainbow appeared in its window.

She took out her phone and snapped a photo, then after arriving at the destination she got out of the car.

Jiang Zhi met Wang Qian at a coffee shop.

After enjoying the air conditioning for a while, neither of them wanted to leave.

But thinking they still had to go shopping, they reluctantly left the coffee shop.

Just then, a person ran toward them from the front, snatched Jiang Zhi's bag from her hand, and kept running without stopping.

Jiang Zhi froze; by the time she came to her senses, that person had already run out of sight.

In broad daylight, she encountered a robbery.

Jiang Zhi took off after her.

The bag held her wallet, full of various cards; if lost, she'd have to replace them, which would be a hassle.

The pedestrian street was crowded with people, and being Saturday, it was packed with a constant flow of people.

This was also a good thing for her, as the robber jostled through the crowd, slowing down.

Jiang Zhi quickly caught up, intending to seize her bag, when the robber beside her suddenly pulled out a small knife from his pocket and stabbed at her hand.

Reacting swiftly, she grabbed his arm, then immediately threw him over her shoulder, slamming him hard to the ground.

"Die!"

He Yin, who was handing out flyers nearby, happened to see this scene.

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