Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Lin Feng was awakened by the sunlight in the early morning.

The curtains weren't drawn properly, and these lousy curtains are so thin they let in all the light, and they don't block out the sun at all!

He squinted, a dull ache shooting through his head.

He reached out and touched it; the gauze was still there.

But at this moment, all he had left was a bandage covering his entire body.

Occasionally, the sound of nurses pushing trolleys could be heard in the corridor, the wheels rolling "clunk clunk" on the floor tiles.

Then he smelled a fragrance.

It smells like shampoo, a little sweet, mixed with the unique scent of a young girl.

He looked down at the person beside him and a smile crept onto his face.

She turned her head to the side, resting her head on Lin Feng's arm, her hair cascading over her shoulder. Her delicate collarbone was exposed.

Her eyelashes were very long, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes when she closed them.

She was still holding Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng just lay there, looking at her for a full two minutes. Her hair was a little messy, but she looked good no matter how you looked at her.

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Feng didn't have time to look away, and just stared straight at her.

Liu Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up.

Her hair was messy, and there were marks on her face from the pillow, red and white patches, making her look soft, cute, and adorable.

Liu Jiaqi glared at him, and the two quickly got dressed.

She stood up and suddenly realized she was having trouble walking, but she still went to the window and opened the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire ward.

"What time is it?" Lin Feng asked.

Liu Jiaqi glanced at her phone: "It's almost seven o'clock. I need to go home and change my clothes."

Lin Feng also sat up, put on his shoes, stood up and tried to feel better. He wasn't dizzy, but his head felt a little swollen.

"Let's go, I'll see you off."

"Don't bother sending anything, you still have a head injury. The doctor wants you to stay in the hospital for observation for two days."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "It's alright! What's the point of me staying in the hospital if you leave?"

Liu Jiaqi glared at him but didn't say anything.

----

After the two left the ward, Lin Feng went to complete the discharge procedures.

The hospital stay plus a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine cost a total of 82 yuan.

Liu Jiaqi paid for the stitches and the registration fee, which was 15 yuan.

Lin Feng took the money and put it in his pocket.

Liu Jiaqi stood beside him, looking at the wad of money in his hand, and suddenly said, "Oh right, your wallet fell on the ground last night, and I took a thousand yuan from you to pay the deposit."

Lin Feng hummed in agreement.

He deliberately threw that wallet on the ground; of course he knew that.

As the two left the hospital, the streets of Huanan County were already bustling with activity at seven o'clock in the morning.

There was a row of carts selling fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, and steamed buns, the smell of cooking oil mixed with shouts.

Lin Feng's car was still at school, so the two of them took a taxi.

He opened the back door and gestured for people to enter.

"Princess, please get in the carriage."

"Where did you learn that word?"

I saw it on TV.

"Watch less TV in the future."

"Alright, Princess."

Liu Jiaqi got into the car, put her schoolbag on her lap, and fastened her seatbelt. The car drove towards her home.

The radio was playing in the car; it was a station from Jiamusi.

Neither of them spoke.

About five minutes later, Liu Jiaqi suddenly spoke up.

"Raymond Lam".

"Um?"

"You and Song Yan are dating, aren't you?"

Lin Feng was inwardly panicking, but kept a straight face and said, "Yes!"

Liu Jiaqi lowered her head and clasped her hands: "She... is fine, don't let her be sad or upset."

Lin Feng, after all, was a 38-year-old man with a sincere heart. He said with genuine sincerity, "I know. But to me, you've always been the most special person."

Liu Jiaqi looked up at him, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

Raymond Lam added, "I wish I could be in two places at once."

Liu Jiaqi glared at him: "You greedy guy. If you could be in two places at once, you'd be flying to the heavens!"

Lin Feng's palms were a little sweaty.

Liu Jiaqi is a very rational girl, and it will take some time before she can accept Song Yan.

The car turned into a small alley, with old residential buildings on both sides. Several pieces of plaster had fallen off the walls, revealing the red bricks underneath.

"We're here." Liu Jiaqi pointed to a building in front of her. "It's right here."

Liu Jiaqi unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, stepped out with one leg, and then pulled it back in.

She glanced back at Lin Feng, and her lips moved slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's nothing." Liu Jiaqi bit her lip. "Remember to change the dressing on your head."

"Know."

"Also, don't get it wet."

"Know."

"besides……"

"Um?"

Liu Jiaqi looked at him, hesitated for two seconds, didn't say anything, pushed open the car door, got out of the car and left without looking back.

Lin Feng sat in the car, watching her enter the building, then leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh.

----

When Lin Feng got home, his grandmother was pickling vegetables! She's never idle; she can always find something to do even when she has nothing to do.

Seeing the gauze on his head and the bloodstains on his body, the old lady froze, and the shredded radish in her hand fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with your head?!"

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell."

"You can't fall and get this badly hurt?" Grandma stood up and leaned closer to look at his head. "The bandages are all over his head, you must have needed stitches, right? You got into another fight, you really are..."

Lin Feng interrupted her: "It's nothing, just a scrape."

"A scrape requires stitches? Do you think I've never given birth? Stitches are for scrapes?" Grandma became more and more agitated, launching into another verbal attack.

Lin Feng raised his hands in surrender: "I'm really fine! I was playing basketball in PE class, someone bumped into me, and I tripped on the steps."

Grandma stared at him for three seconds, then sighed:

"Can't you just give me a break?"

She took out iodine and cotton swabs from the house, insisting on "disinfecting" Lin Feng again. Lin Feng couldn't refuse her, so he sat in the yard and let the old lady do it for ten minutes.

Grandma's hands were rough, but her movements were gentle. As she wiped them, she muttered, "Your parents work in Kyoto. They entrusted you to me. If something happens to you, how will I explain it to them?"

Lin Feng kept his eyes closed and didn't say anything.

"Grandma."

"Um?"

"I won't cause trouble anymore."

Grandma snorted, "You've said that eight hundred times."

"This time it's for real."

"When have you ever not been serious?"

Lin Feng didn't reply, but smiled.

Grandma smiled too, but as she smiled, her eyes welled up with tears. Her grandson was injured, and it broke her heart!

After finishing, she threw the cotton swab into the trash can.

"Alright, get dressed and go to school. If you skip class again, I'll break your legs."

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When Lin Feng arrived at school, the first class was already halfway through.

His head was wrapped in gauze, making him stand out conspicuously on campus.

In Senior Three (3) Class, Lao Liu was stunned when he saw Lin Feng walk in with a bandage wrapped around his head:

"Raymond Lam, what's wrong with your head?"

"I bumped into something, but it's nothing."

"You tripped and fell? You pricked your foot a couple of days ago, and now you've had to kowtow. Why do all these unlucky things happen to you?"

Raymond Lam remained unfazed: "Who says otherwise! Lately, I'm having trouble even drinking cold water, and my farts are hitting my heels."

Someone in the classroom was trying not to laugh.

Old Liu looked at him for two seconds and waved his hand:

"Alright, come in. If your eyesight isn't good, you should get a pair of glasses soon, instead of always squinting."