Chase Game

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Ling Yi was first taken aback, then turned her phone over to look—

Wow, she really is a girl!

His anger subsided instantly. Ling Yi coughed twice and pretended to be clueless, saying:

"Ahem... Really? No, I was just speaking in a normal tone."

"ill."

"..."

He couldn't help but reminisce about Ling Miaomiao from his elementary school days. He still remembered how he hadn't done well on his monthly exam or something, and he was quite upset about it.

Back then, my younger sister didn't call him crazy like she does now; instead, she would actually take out her own pocket money to buy him candy.

"Feed? Bro? Did you hear what I said, Ling Yi?"

Ling Yi snapped out of her daze and subconsciously exclaimed, "Huh?"

He was reminiscing about the past, so he had no idea what Ling Miaomiao was saying.

But this time he heard it; Ling Miaomiao on the other end of the phone clearly took a deep breath. He quickly moved the phone away from his ear, and then—

"I said! I—will—be home—at eight o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"Beep beep beep—"

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yi put it away and muttered:

"The little girl's temper is getting worse and worse."

Ling Miaomiao's school is also in the city, not far away, but it still takes almost an hour by public transportation.

She found it troublesome, so she took the initiative to apply for boarding at school, which also saved Ling Yi from worrying about her safety when going to and from school.

She would only go home on weekends, and according to her, that was to see if her older brother was still alive.

……

Nothing happened that night, and Ling Yi was able to get a good night's sleep as she had hoped.

When I woke up in the morning, it was just getting light, and when I checked the time, it was only a little past six o'clock.

Actually, he usually gets up at this time, goes for a morning run, and then goes to Sister Zhou's breakfast shop for breakfast.

He slept until 10 o'clock yesterday, which was a lazy day. He can't sleep in today, otherwise he will become more and more addicted and all the good habits he has cultivated over the years will be wasted.

And since becoming a player of the chase game, he has realized one thing:

The mind determines the upper limit, while physical ability determines the lower limit.

He has a very active mind, and if he also had the physical ability to keep up with his brain and not hold him back, he would definitely be able to do even more.

He got right to it, and after washing up and changing into his sneakers, he went out.

Their Qi'an residential complex was only completed two years ago and is relatively remote, so the occupancy rate is not high.

However, due to its proximity to Beiguan University and its tranquil environment, this is the top choice for university students renting off-campus housing.

I usually see many alumni when I go for a run in the morning, but there were fewer today, probably because it's the weekend.

After running a few laps, he felt he had had enough, so he sat down on a chair in the central courtyard to rest for a while.

To his surprise, he encountered someone unexpected.

"Shen Nianqing?"

"Ah! Senior Ling Yi, what a coincidence..."

Shen Nianqing felt a little guilty.

"Hehe, what a coincidence! You live here too?"

Ling Yi noticed that she was wearing a light gray tracksuit and had a signature high ponytail, so she looked like a morning runner and asked her about it.

Shen Nianqing smiled faintly and replied:

"A friend of mine lives here, and her family isn't home these days. She's scared to be alone, so I came to stay with her for a few days."

"I see……"

Ling Yi felt there was nothing left to talk about. He hadn't figured out how to respond to the matter of the literary club yet, and since Shen Nianqing hadn't brought it up, he certainly wouldn't either.

Now there's only one way to ease the awkwardness.

"Hey, have you eaten? How about we go out for something to eat together?"

Shen Nianqing smiled and agreed.

The two went to Sister Zhou's breakfast stall together. Ling Yi ordered a basket of xiaolongbao as usual, while Shen Nianqing only ordered two buns and a bowl of soy milk.

Sitting at the same table again, the two felt somewhat awkward.

Shen Nianqing looked even more conflicted and hesitant.

Ling Yi also noticed this, so he simply asked directly:

"You seem to have something you want to say, don't you?"

Shen Nianqing finally let go of her hesitation and asked:

"Does the senior not want to join the literature club?"

Ling Yi regretted saying so much; she had dug herself a hole for nothing...

"Um... it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm not really interested."

"But didn't you really like literature in high school?"

Shen Nianqing seemed eager for an answer.

Hearing this, Ling Yi was indeed taken aback.

How did she know about my high school days?

That Zhang Qiang kid sold me out so easily?

"Did Zhang Qiang tell you?"

Shen Nianqing looked at Ling Yi with disappointment, her tone low:

"No... does my senior really not remember me?"

Oh my god, old classmate?

Wait a minute, how could he not remember such a beautiful woman?

and many more!

High school, literature, I have no recollection of it...

Could it be from that period?

In fact, Ling Yi had no interest in literature before high school, but his mother loved it.

Of all my mother's hobbies, flowers were number one, and literature was number two.

However, after entering high school, my mother's health deteriorated. She would get dizzy and lightheaded after reading only one or two pages of a book and would be unable to continue reading.

Ling Yi and Ling Miaomiao would often sit by their mother's bedside and read to her. As they read more and more, Ling Yi also developed a little interest in it.

He began writing articles and novels, which he then read aloud to his mother.

She would smile every time she heard his voice and praise him lavishly.

At that time, he felt that writing was a very happy thing.

He kept writing, first publishing his articles in the school magazine, and then in more and more publications.

But he never cared about these things; he wrote only for one person, his mother.

His mother passed away when he was in his senior year of high school, and he lost his motivation to write.

After that, he was in a daze for a while, and he had almost no recollection of who was around him or what happened.

If Shen Nianqing appeared during that period...

Sorry, he really doesn't remember!

He briefly explained the situation to Shen Nianqing, and the girl in front of him was clearly unaware of this past event...

Afterwards, the two talked openly about many things, and Ling Yi also learned that Shen Nianqing was actually a member of his high school literature club.

At the time, I didn't focus on the literary society, and later I even categorized it as an "unimportant trifle" and ignored it.

Unexpectedly, the dead memories suddenly resurfaced at this moment.

"Senior, I understand what you mean. I'm sorry, I was too presumptuous before. Please don't take it to heart."

"Haha, what's there to apologize for? You're being too formal."

After hearing Ling Yi's explanation, Shen Nianqing did not feel disappointed.

Instead, she felt that she had gained another perspective on Ling Yi.

She is a person who is very sensitive to words. Previously, she read Ling Yi's words as a "warm, sunny, and enthusiastic about life".

But now, after breaking through the illusion and facing reality, she feels a sense of authenticity.

Perhaps I need to learn more about this person.