Chapter 255: Volume 1 Chapter 255 Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (17)

After taking a shower, Jiang Zhi lay on the bed, turned over, and pressed her finger on the phone screen.

(Are you free tomorrow night?)

He Yin, running on the Sports School track without his phone, focused on running ahead, only stopping after five or six laps; he wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to the nearby bench, picked up a water bottle, and took a big gulp.

After finishing his run, classmate Wang Jin came over, panting, and said, 'He… He Brother, you're still strong, running that many laps.'

He Yin tightened the bottle cap and said, 'You too.'

Wang Jin felt tears welling up; it wasn't the same—he had run six laps while she had only done three, exactly half.

He Yin opened his phone, saw that message, opened the chat, and replied.

Jiang Zhi in the dormitory was waiting and waiting, almost falling asleep, when her phone vibrated and woke her; she yawned and picked up her phone.

(He Yin: Hmm.)

Jiang Zhi replied: 'All right, let's meet at Jingbei Lu at 6:30 p. m. tomorrow.'

He Yin looked at the message, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wang Jin, who was drinking water nearby, almost spat out his water, stared in shock at his smile, and said, 'Girlfriend?'

He Yin remained silent for a few seconds, then said, 'Hmm.'

Wang Jin moved closer to see who it was, but the other person dodged away.

'Who is it, He Brother?' He wondered just who could make He Yin come down from his pedestal—he was dying of curiosity!!

He Yin picked up his jacket and headed toward the dormitory, saying, 'I'm going back.'

Wang Jin quickly sent this news to the group.

Marshal Wang Jin: He Brother has a girlfriend!!!

The group instantly became lively.

Qiu Ziang was the first to speak: 'Who is it!?'

A row of curious messages followed, all asking who it was.

Marshal Wang Jin: I don't know; He Yin won't say.

The next evening.

Jiang Zhi wore a long dress underneath, a down jacket on top, two pairs of thermal pants, light makeup, and went out.

She was so striking that she put on a mask to cover half her face and arrived early at the corner of Jingbei Lu to wait.

From time to time she took out a small mirror to check her face, feeling reassured when she saw her makeup was intact.

Many people passed by the roadside; it was Christmas Eve, and apple vendors kept coming to set up stalls, the plump, round apples packed in exquisite gift boxes and displayed on the stalls.

Jiang Zhi couldn't resist buying one, holding it in her arms; up close she could smell the apple fragrance coming from the gift box.

When the appointed time arrived, she still hadn't seen his familiar figure.

She thought he might be delayed on the way, but she ended up waiting three or four hours, and the young man never appeared.

The light in her eyes grew dimmer, her fingers unconsciously clenched, and the gift box tilted, revealing a corner of the apple.

He didn't answer calls or reply to messages—what on earth was he doing?

When midnight arrived, her phone vibrated nonstop with blessing messages from friends and some classmates.

(Happy birthday, Jiang Jiang!)

(Wishing the most beautiful Jiang Zhi in the world a happy birthday! May all your wishes come true!)

But there was no reply from him.

Jiang Zhi's body gradually grew cold as the night temperature dropped sharply, a chilly wind blowing on her pale face.

The apple vendor beside her couldn't bear to watch any longer, saying, 'Little girl, go home; it's very late.'

Jiang Zhi shook her head, her voice trembling from the cold, 'I'm waiting for someone.'

The vendor sighed, 'It's been so long; maybe that person isn't coming. Go home—you'll get sick in this cold.'

Jiang Zhi stood motionless, 'I know, thank you, boss.'

Having said his piece, the vendor couldn't persuade her any further, packed up his stall, and left.

The whole street was left with only her.

She took out her phone, sent a message to the young man, then lifted her foot and left the spot.

(He Yin, did you not come to our date because I kissed you that night? You said you didn't want to date—do you really not want to date me at all? Sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you; just treat that night as a dream. I had previously reserved the position of being your girlfriend, but tonight I officially cancel it. From now on I won't pester you anymore, and we'll never see each other again.)

Back in the dormitory, her roommates were asleep; she took a hot shower, lay in bed, and felt congested and headachy.

'It's over, Brother Seven—I'm going to get sick.'

777 worriedly said, 'Host, you clearly know the villain can't come tonight because his mother fell, so why did you still make a date with him for tonight?'

Jiang Zhi curled up under the blankets: 'You've followed me this long and still don't get it, stupid Seven Seven.'

777 muttered softly, 'I'm just a system.'

It's not supposed to understand human emotions.

Jiang Zhi hummed an explanation: 'Only this way will that little bit of favorability increase.'

She didn't expect it to understand either: 'Anyway, you'll find out tomorrow; I'm going to sleep, I'm so tired.'

777 wanted her to go to the hospital, but seeing her fall asleep right after speaking, he couldn't bear to wake her.

The next morning around seven or eight.

Jiang Zhi was awakened by the alarm; her head ached and she felt dizzy, not only congested but her throat sore to the point of being unable to speak.

She got up from bed, finished washing up, and went out intending to go to the hospital.

She opened her phone to find dozens of missed calls and several messages.

They were all messages He Yin had sent in the middle of the night.

At that time she was asleep, her phone was on Do Not Disturb, so she naturally couldn't receive his text messages.

She opened a few messages and glanced at them.

(He Yin: Answer the phone, Zhizhi.)

(He Yin: Tomorrow we'll meet, I'll explain everything clearly.)

(He Yin: Sorry.)

Jiang Zhi didn't reply, asked for leave from today's instructor, and prepared to take a taxi to the hospital.

Just as she stepped out of school, she saw He Yin standing not far from the gate; she didn't know how long he had been there, frost coating his brows, his face frozen and bloodless, those lake‑like dark eyes locked on her as he strode over with long steps.

Jiang Zhi stepped back a few paces, raised her palm to stop him from approaching, and said, "Don't come closer."

Her voice, hoarse from illness, was soft and weak, lacking any intimidation, yet it made the youth halt abruptly in his tracks.

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath; her fever‑flushed face was covered by the mask, her black hair fell over her shoulders, and her expression was cold.

"I've already said everything I wanted to say; there's nothing more I want to tell you, He Yin. From now on, let's not see each other again."

He Yin had spent the night sleepless, his eyeballs streaked with scarlet bloodshot, dark circles deep beneath his eyes, exhausted and haggard, his thin lips pressed tight, he said slowly: "That night I didn't keep the appointment because——"

Before he could finish, the girl collapsed straight in front of him.

He Yin lunged forward and embraced her body; his fingers touched her scorching skin, the girl's cheeks flushed, tears welled at the corners of her eyes, her brows knotted tightly, and she let out a weak, painful whimper.

He immediately hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

Along the way the girl slipped into a nightmare, muttering over and over, "He Yin, you idiot!"

He Yin's expression was grim and anxious, yet he still went along with her.

"Yeah, I'm an idiot."

"I hate you!"

"Mm."

"Don't meet up anymore!"

"No."