Even as a "normie," I'm completely oblivious to it.

Looking at Zixiao in surprise, he saw that she looked unhappy and was holding Yuzhe's arm tightly so that he could no longer press the button on his phone.

"Brother, stop looking at your phone..."

She looked pitiful and sickly.

There is an indescribable cuteness and novelty about her, which easily arouses Yu Zhe's protective instincts.

Oh no, I was so busy looking at my phone that I forgot to check on Dian Zixiao.

Taking her hand, Yu Zhe put it back under the covers, turned off the phone, and set it aside.

Since we can't find any good solutions, we can at least use the most basic method.

"Okay, I'll stop looking at my phone. Zixiao, where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Well... besides feeling weak all over, my main problem is my stomach hurting, it's been coming in waves."

Okay, I understand!

I moved a small chair over and sat down in front of the bed.

Yu Zhe used his left hand to lift a corner of the blanket, and his right hand reached inside the blanket, gently covering Zi Xiao's lower abdomen through her pajamas.

"Yeah!"

"Here?"

No response was received.

When I looked at Zixiao again, she was covering her face with both hands and turning her head towards the wall.

She could feel it; both cheeks were burning hot. She wasn't prepared at all... her brother had actually touched her like that. It felt so embarrassing...

"Zixiao?"

"Ah, that's right!"

Never mind, I need to respond first!

Yu Zhe smiled helplessly: "Okay, then I'll give you a little massage."

As he spoke, he moved his palm slightly upwards and gently stroked the area around his stomach.

While pressing on his hand, he said with some self-reproach, "I'm sorry, I really couldn't think of any more effective way. I always feel that painkillers are bad for the body, and this is the only way that might have some psychological effect."

At first, Zixiao couldn't control her shyness, but when she heard Yuzhe's somewhat helpless voice, she felt as if she had been doused with cold water, and she lost all other thoughts.

Zixiao placed her small hand over Yuzhe's hand, which was resting on her stomach, and slowly moved her own hand along with it: "It's okay, we don't need any special methods. As long as you're by my side, I feel much better."

"Really?"

"Ah."

It wasn't just comforting Yu Zhe; it was a real, tangible warmth emanating from her brother's hands as he stroked her stomach. This warmth not only relieved the pain but also brought a comforting, gentle feeling.

Ah... I'm getting a little too greedy.

Zixiao's pain had mostly subsided, and her tone softened considerably: "Brother, don't press through my clothes, just give me a massage... okay?"

Wow! I don't know how I said something so bold, but Zixiao feels like she can do anything right now!

"Sure."

Yu Zhe even stretched out his hand first and breathed hot air into it twice.

Then she returned to her previous position, but this time without the pajamas in between.

This is true warmth, Zixiao thought, now completely relaxed.

I always feel so nostalgic. When I had a fever as a child, my brother would put his hand on my forehead and gently stroke it, even though he looked cold.

Are you feeling better?

Forgive Zixiao's lie at this moment: "Um... but it still hurts, brother, can you massage it a little longer?"

"well."

I was afraid that if I said it didn't hurt anymore, my brother would move his hand away.

After stroking her for a while, Yu Zhe finally spoke, "Zi Xiao, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"I don't know..."

"I think you really should eat properly; you don't have an ounce of extra fat on your stomach... that's not a good thing..."

Zixiao deliberately made her stomach bulge out a bit: "No... I think I've gained some weight recently..."

"Some?"

“Yes, it used to weigh 91 jin, but now it’s 91.2 jin. Brother, isn’t that scary?”

"It's scary, but what's scary is how much you care about your weight. What's the point of being thin? Nobody cares, and you just suffer."

"I was just worried that my brother would mind." Zixiao turned to look into Yuzhe's eyes. "It's because when my brother was little, he read in a magazine that it was better to be slim... I remembered it."

"I was commenting on the models in the magazine! You actually took that seriously?"

"Ah."

Zi Xiao smiled, her ruby-like eyes seemingly piercing through the vast universe, yet within that universe, only Yu Zhe was reflected.

"Maybe my brother was just joking, but Zixiao still wants to be the best in my brother's eyes."

47. No response.

Just as Yu Zhe and Zi Xiao were reminiscing about the past.

Here at Fenghai No.1 Middle School.

Senior 3, Class S.

Luo Xiaomeng was surrounded by a group of girls in her seat, making it difficult for her to move.

All I could hear were their expectant questions.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, do you have Su Yuzhe's contact information? Could you add me as a friend?"

"Class monitor, you're the best! It's really hard to add Su Yuzhe as a friend, this is a rare opportunity!"

"Hey, why do you have Su Yuzhe as a friend, Xiaomeng? Could it be... hehehehehe."

"It's just..."

Xiao Meng held her phone, which she had just used to send a message, and didn't dare to say another word.

Ugh, the girl sitting next to me saw me texting Yu Zhe, and then...

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every class, until the entire class knew that Luo Xiaomeng actually had the contact information of the eldest son of the Su family.

This is terrible! Luo Xiaomeng was surrounded by people in three or four circles during the short ten minutes after class.

Not only the girls, but also the boys on the outermost circle were holding their phones, eager to try it out.

So you guys usually don't even dare to ask for a friend, but now that Ren Yuzhe is taking a day off, you're all all fired up?

Despite their near-fanatical behavior, Luo Xiaomeng remained steadfast in her stance.

If we were to reveal Yu Zhe's contact information, it would definitely cause him a lot of trouble.

So she could only laugh and say, "No way, we're actually in the same club, and besides, Ren Yuzhe has a girlfriend. I know my own limitations."

The girl in front of her teased, "Don't be like that, our Xiaomeng is so cute. If we're just talking about cuteness, she's definitely not inferior to Su Zixiao. But in terms of physique, she's really not that big!"

This remark drew laughter and cheers from those around him.

Taking advantage of the change in atmosphere, Luo Xiaomeng clasped her hands together apologetically and said, "Hehe, so I don't have the right to give you his contact information. Hey, since you're so eager to know, why don't you challenge Su Zixiao and try asking Yu Zhe for it?"

I wouldn't dare.

Everyone's just saying it casually, but actually challenging Su Zixiao... let's forget about it.

What do you all have to compare with her?

"We're not qualified... Never mind, let's not make things difficult for the class monitor. There's always a chance to make friends in the future. Everyone, let's go, we still have to check the workbooks later."

"Well, that's true. Why are you all crowding around Xiaomeng? If you can get her contact information, then it's up to each person to do it themselves."

A few words were enough to change the wind, and thanks to Xiaomeng's excellent popularity in the class, everyone gradually dispersed on their own.

The girls walked away quickly, while a few of the boys were reluctant to leave. However, seeing that the class monitor had no intention of giving out his contact information, they could only shake their heads and give up.

When Xiaomeng felt relieved and was about to pack her textbooks for class...

A classmate called out from the doorway, "Class monitor, the teacher wants to see you in his office. He says he has something to tell you!"

"Okay, got it, coming right now!"

Huh? Why are you looking for me at this time? I wonder what's wrong, Teacher Fang.

Alright, hurry back.

He quickened his pace to the office, called out "Report!", and stood in front of Fang Lan.

"Teacher Fang, you wanted to see me?"

"Well, Xiaomeng, there's something I need you to tell your class."

Fang Lan pushed up his glasses and pulled a piece of paper from under a pile of books.

Luo Xiaomeng took it and saw that it was a poster.

The sign above, written in a very fancy font, reads: Preparations for the Start of the Winter Sports Meet at Fenghai No.1 Middle School.

"Sports meet? It's already this late?"

“That’s right.” Fang Lan pointed to the requirements section of the poster and said, “It’s a tradition at our school to have a large-scale sports meet. There’s even a rule that each class in the senior year must register at least ten people.”

She noticed Xiaomeng's doubts and continued to explain, "I know you think this might affect everyone's studies, after all, the college entrance exam is coming soon... The school has actually stipulated that Class S of the senior year can be treated specially, so even if we don't send anyone, the school won't say anything."

"Then is there any point in us participating?"

Seeing that the teacher across the table wasn't there, Fang Lan let Luo Xiaomeng sit there.

Then she said, "Whether it's necessary or not is for you to decide, because indeed, at this point, whether this kind of activity is more beneficial or harmful to you, I can't say for sure."

"But I have to tell you, this is indeed the last group activity you will have in high school. There will be no activities for the seniors next semester. So in other words, this is also the last time you, as the class monitor, will organize everyone. Therefore, the significance of this sports meet may not be as simple as just a sports meet."

"Is this... the last time...?"