Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 212 A Good News And A Bad News
As the college entrance examination approaches, the atmosphere during the entire senior year of high school is quite dull. It is clear that the sky is clear, but it is always easy to think of a rainy day shrouded in dark clouds.

The desks were filled with textbooks, and a large number of reference books were piled high on the desk, as if a wall had been built between everyone.

Even so, there is still not enough room for books. There are large and small storage boxes in the aisles, and there are also a large number of books and notes in the boxes.

If you look into the classroom from the window, the first thing you notice may not be people, but books piled higher than people.

Maybe this is the so-called ocean of books.

Although it is the end of get out of class, the students rarely leave the classroom except to go to the toilet. Instead, they race against time to study hard. Even if they talk to each other, they deliberately control the volume for fear of affecting other people.

You study during class time and after class time. You study at school and you still study when you get home. Even when it’s time to turn off the lights and go to bed, you still have to sacrifice your rest time to continue studying.

People like to call it hard work.

But Noila Mo preferred to call such a life hell.

Of course, she never thought of scorning such efforts. Not everyone was born into a wealthy family and had unparalleled talents like her.

Talent needs to be equaled by hard work, and wealth needs to be obtained by sweat. She was born to stand at the finish line pursued by most people. Although she cannot truly empathize with her, she never hates people who work hard, but hates hard work. The driving force behind it.

Most people in this world are pushed around. They may not know what they want, but they gradually become what others expect after being pushed again and again.

In the past, Noila Mo would have found it boring and would not want to be associated with such a person at all.

But after experiencing this trip to the snowy mountains, she realized that the world is not just a simple intertwining of expectations and expectations, but there are many other things, so she is willing to have more expectations for the world and to observe it from more angles. These are people or things that are wrapped up in expectations.

"Noila Mo, can you teach me how to do this question?"

A somewhat nervous voice brought Noila Mo back from her thoughts. She turned to look at the girl beside her. This was her deskmate Zhang Meng, a girl who had always wanted to be friends with her.

"Ah."

The faint nasal voice made Zhang Meng stunned for a moment, not sure whether it was a positive tone. Before she could confirm, the girl wearing a mask and cap said, "Bring it over and show it to me."

Zhang Meng looked stunned, and soon woke up from a dream. He quickly handed over the test paper and explained in a low voice: "I actually wanted to ask the teacher, but there were too many students asking questions in the office, so..."

She knew that Noila Mo was a cold-tempered person and usually ignored everyone. If there wasn't an exam coming soon, she didn't want to trouble the other person.

"This question?"

But Mo Yixia obviously didn't care about her explanation, pointed to the last multiple-choice question on the test paper, and interrupted her.

"Yes...I've been thinking about it for a long time and haven't figured it out yet."

"It's very simple. Choosing B means that your idea is fine, but your thinking has fallen into a trap."

Noila Mo's tone was calm and she clarified the answer to this question in a few words. Zhang Meng felt suddenly enlightened and thanked her repeatedly.

She took a careful peek at the other party, and she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there seemed to be something different about Noila Mo when she came back from vacation.

After taking a long breath, Zhang Meng planned to do this question again and do it again after eating to consolidate her knowledge. However, before she could start writing, Noila Mo's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Zhang Meng, I remember that the teacher praised you more than once for being a very hard-working student."

The tone was calm, neither affirming nor praising this effort, nor disdainful or ridiculing it, as if he was just stating a fact.

"what?"

Zhang Meng was startled, not only confused as to why Noila Mo suddenly mentioned this, but also because this seemed to be the first time that the other party took the initiative to talk to her.

"No la……"

She smiled sheepishly, "I'm not very smart, so I need to work harder, and even so, my performance improvement is limited. Don't laugh at me. When it comes to hard work, you should be the hardest working person, right?" , the progress is too fast.”

Her tone was a little envious. Mo Yixia was being praised almost every day these days. In the past, the other party's performance ranking was similar to hers, but now it has been squeezed into the top ten in the class.

"We are different." Noila Mo shook her head slightly, "At least in terms of study, the word hard work has nothing to do with me."

This may sound a bit Versailles, but it is true.

"This, that's it..."

Zhang Meng smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer the question.

But Noila Mo didn't care whether she could answer the call or not, and suddenly asked: "Can you tell me what you are working hard for?"

"what?"

"I mean, is there any special reason why you study so hard?"

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Is this some kind of social research activity?"

"So to speak, it's just my personal research."

"Oh."

Zhang Meng seemed to understand, tapped his forehead with the pen, tilted his head and said, "There is no special reason...My parents hope that I will become a promising person in the future. I don't want to disappoint them, but to become a promising person." A successful person should study more, so I studied hard... That's about it."

She smiled sheepishly and said, "Very common, right?"

It is indeed very ordinary. Perhaps the reason why most people work hard is the same as this girl. They just don't want to disappoint some people. There is no lofty reason.

"Is that all?"

Noila Mo met her eyes, "Apart from not wanting to disappoint your parents, is there no other motivation for you to study hard?"

Her tone was more serious, as if this was a very important question.

"This one……"

Zhang Meng hesitated for a while, then nodded honestly, "It seems like it's gone...Although I also want to be a promising person, I just think about it occasionally. It's a bit far-fetched to call this a motivation."

"In other words, your motivation to study hard comes from the expectations of others, not your own desires?"

"desire?"

“It’s your personal drive.”

"You can't say that..."

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment and asked in an uncertain tone, "I don't want to disappoint my parents. This should be regarded as my own desire, right?"

Noila Mo was stunned.

"thank you, I know now."

After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully, held her chin with one hand, and turned to look at the sky outside the window.

The autumn is crisp and clear, and there are no clouds in the sky.

The weather is average today, she thought.

Zhang Meng wanted to say something, but suddenly heard two slight coughs, and couldn't help but asked with concern: "Have you caught a cold?"

"It's not serious." Noila Mo said.

"Oh……"

Zhang Meng found that Noila Mo seemed to be particularly talkative today, and after thinking for a while, he asked tentatively, "Um... do you want to have dinner together at noon?"

"Ah."

"Huh?" Zhang Meng repeated nervously.

Noila Mo seemed to see her thoughts and said lightly: "I agree."

She promised Han Zhou that if this trip to the snowy mountains was perfect, she would try to make as many friends as possible.

It wasn't a push, but she was going to try.

"Great!"

Zhang Meng was overjoyed. Before she could say anything more, she saw the head teacher walking into the classroom with a straight face and a stack of brand new test papers in his hand.

"Everyone, please clean up the things on the table. If you need to go to the bathroom, go now. The next few classes will be a series of science and comprehensive tests."

The students wailed in the classroom. …

Noila Mo didn't like taking off her mask in crowded places, so she took the food to the dormitory to eat.

She is now a dormitory student, and she lives alone in a dormitory. This is her initiative. Jiang Baiqian has no objection. After all, she also knows her daughter's habits. The only thing she complains about is that she suddenly wants to live on campus. A little, but after hearing the other party's promise that he would be the first in the grade, he didn't care.

Nothing would happen at school anyway.

It can only be said that rich people are different. The school can agree to living alone in a dormitory. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Mo Yixia proposed to live on campus too late and the girls' dormitories are basically full.

Zhang Meng followed Noila Mo back to the dormitory, and the moment she saw the other party taking off his mask, she felt full.

It has to be said that Noila Mo's appearance is such that even a girl like her would feel excited. No wonder she usually wears a mask to cover it up, but she soon noticed something was wrong. The other person's face was a little red, and it was not normal.

Mo Yixia has a fever——

After realizing this, Zhang Meng immediately ran to the office to explain the situation to the class teacher, and offered to take Noila Mo to the hospital.

Their high school does not have a school hospital, but there is a hospital not far next door, which can be reached within a few steps of the school gate.

When she learned that Noila Mo was sick, the class teacher did not dare to be careless and quickly contacted her mother. Jiang Baiqian was very anxious after hearing this, but she happened to have something to do and couldn't get over at the moment, so she had no choice but to call Han Zhou.

From this behavior, it is not difficult to see that Noila Mo is right, this mother still trusts Han Zhou quite a lot.

At this time, Han Zhou was eating. When he heard about the situation, he naturally did not hesitate and immediately said that he would rush over as soon as possible.

Noila Mo didn't want to go to the hospital at first. She hated that kind of place, but as soon as she heard that Han Zhou would come, she immediately changed her mind. She felt that she was very ill and could not get better without intravenous injections all day and night. That's serious.

Being sick cannot be postponed. Since Noila Mo's foot was injured, two female classmates, including Zhang Meng, took the initiative to send her to the hospital. Han Zhou had already learned the address of the hospital and was on his way there quickly. .

"Noila Mo, why didn't you tell me earlier that you were sick? The doctor said that your fever is very serious and you need a drip."

In the hospital, Zhang Meng supported Noila Mo and said anxiously.

"Sorry, I will say it later." Noila Mo said softly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhang Meng felt that he could hear a hint of smile in her voice, and couldn't help but feel confused.

Is being sick something worth being happy about?

When I arrived at the ward, I saw someone already lying on one of the beds. She was sleeping with her head covered in the quilt, leaving only one arm hanging out. It looked like a girl.

Noila Mo didn't care and looked down at the hospital bed for a while. She didn't lie down on it silently until she heard the nurse say that the sheets had just been changed.

This was one of the reasons she hated hospitals.

The nurse quickly brought the sling bottle and hung it on the shelf next to the bed. The slender sling needle made people feel a little heart palpitated. This was another reason why Mo Yixia hated the hospital - she had almost nothing to fear since she was a child. , the only thing I’m afraid of is injections.

However, this fear did not go deep into her bones. A drop shot would not make her lose her composure. The nurse was very skillful in inserting needles. She left a message, "Notify me when the medicine in the drop bottle is almost finished." and then hurriedly left.

Naturally, it was inconvenient to continue wearing the peaked cap while lying on the bed. Noila Mo took off the hat and put it on the bedside, with her long black hair scattered, and said to Zhang Meng and another classmate: "You go back for lunch first, there are classes in the afternoon. ."

Zhang Meng refused and shook his head: "I'm here to take care of you. Someone has to notify the nurse to change the sling bottle later, and you can't walk back to school alone."

"Don't worry, someone will come to take care of me soon. It's important to go to class, so you can go back first."

Noila Mo's tone was calm. If they hadn't heard the doctor tell the diagnosis with their own ears, it would be difficult for anyone to believe that she was suffering from a high fever.

"Is that so...are your family members coming?"

"Yes, family."

"That's good..." Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief and stopped insisting, "Then you have a good rest, let's go."

"Thank you for today." Noila Mo said.

"You're welcome."

Zhang Meng smiled, turned around and left the ward with another classmate, closing the door at the same time.

The room became quiet, and Noila Mo turned to look out the window.

The sky is clear, the sun is bright, and airplane clouds can be seen faintly.

It's a nice day, she thought.

At this moment, the girl huddled under the quilt in the bed next door seemed to wake up. First she twisted twice, and then stretched her head out from the quilt, revealing a pale round face and shoulder-length short hair.

She wanted to get up and take a drink of water, but when she turned around, she saw someone else on the bed next to her. It was a girl wearing a mask, looking at her thoughtfully.

This girl looks familiar...

Gu Zheng frowned.

……

Han Zhou came to the hospital in a hurry, found the ward according to the ward number sent by Noila Mo, and was about to push the door in when he heard a familiar voice from the ward.

"It's just the same thing. Tell me how you want to divide it."

Is this... Sister Miao's voice? !
Han Zhou was startled. His first reaction was that he had heard wrongly. Then he suspected that he had heard wrongly. He quickly took out his mobile phone to check. It was Mo Yixia who sent him the ward number. Yes, why was Sister Miao here? here?
A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart...

The premonition soon became reality, and the next second, he heard the nonchalant voice of Gu Zheng.

"Can't we just separate it in the middle?"

Han Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

no no no...

Taking a deep breath, he quickly comforted himself. The ward number was correct, but he must have gone to the wrong hospital. How could Noila Mo be in this ward, hahaha...

He prayed secretly, but what fell into his ears was not God's response, but a cold female voice.

"I don't mind whether you split it from the middle or from top to bottom, but this process requires a knife. Do you have a knife?"

It was Mo Yixia’s voice.

It's over... Han Zhou's heart completely sank to the bottom.

"Hahaha, no need for a knife." Gu Lang laughed heartily in the ward, "Auntie Miao can tear it open with your bare hands."

"It's Sister Miao!"

Miao Yan'er first corrected, then smiled and said: "It's really not a problem to tear it apart, but it may not be evenly divided and it will splash everywhere."

Han Zhou's scalp felt numb after hearing this.

what?
What do they want to divide?
Almost subconsciously, the horrific scene of himself being torn in half with his bare hands and blood splattering everywhere immediately appeared in his mind.

Escape, you must escape quickly...

Just when he was hesitating whether to retreat, a nurse carrying a suspension bottle suddenly came over, looked at him strangely, then opened the ward door and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone in the ward turned their attention to the door. They saw the nurse who came to change the sling bottle, and Han Zhou who looked stiff outside the door.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone had different expressions, and the atmosphere gradually became stagnant.

It took Han Zhou a full five seconds to mentally prepare himself, and managed a smile to say hello to everyone.

"Hello everyone."

Now there is good news and bad news.

The good news is that he was lucky today. He thought he wouldn't get even a single point, but now he can get two people's points at once. It's a huge profit.

The bad news is...

After collecting the points from two people... he will probably be divided into two equal parts in a very cruel way.

(End of this chapter)