You're my wife, don't doubt it!

What the hell? Shouldn't someone like you be in the beach volleyball team?

The girl's name is Zhang Huan, and she is also the group leader of Group D. Today's group sharing and discussion topic is: I feel happy/unhappy. What factors affect my happiness or unhappiness?

This sharing and discussion reminded Xiao Yao of the psychology class at Franciscan High School, and he mustered his energy and participated in the discussion with great interest.

"The Bible says that it is more blessed to give than to receive. I think the greatest happiness is being able to serve others, help others, and meet their needs; secondly, it is to cherish what we have now, thank God for His provision, and be content with what we have..."

Just as he was speaking eloquently and making grand pronouncements, a sudden, unbearable pain in his abdomen struck him.

The boy subconsciously lowered his head and bent over, covering his stomach with one hand and hunching his back.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Huan asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Xiao Yao released her hand from his stomach: "Happiness is actually..."

The contractions struck him again.

"Excuse me," Xiao Yao said awkwardly, "I need to go to the restroom."

"Then go quickly." Zhang Huan waved his hand understandingly.

Zhang Huan, Gao Sijun, Daiyu, and the other group members watched as Xiao Yao clutched his stomach and ran out of the room through the back door.

“Then the next one is… Dai Yu,” Zhang Huan said.

Just as Daiyu was about to speak, she suddenly saw Yu Luying stand up, clutching her stomach, and rush out of the classroom with a livid face.

This unusual situation sparked a small-scale discussion and speculation.

Xiao Yao exerted a great deal of effort to avoid collapsing halfway there. He rushed into the men's restroom, opened the stall door, pulled down his pants, sat on the toilet, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The toilet was very clean, with a faint, pleasant smoky scent; the toilet seat was very comfortable, and Xiao Yao felt much better.

Why did I suddenly get an upset stomach? Maybe it was the sea breeze, or maybe I sat on the cold stairs for too long? I don't know.

Xiao Yao leaned to the right, resting his head against the partition of the toilet stall, feeling a sense of relaxation both physically and mentally.

……

……

I go.

Where am I? How did I get here...?

I fell asleep...

Am I asleep?!

How can someone fall asleep like this?

However, it feels slightly refreshing—much more refreshing.

Xiao Yao tore off a few sheets of wall-mounted toilet paper, flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants, stood up, and strode into the "large classroom".

The large lecture in the room had obviously ended, and there were hardly any people left.

……

Just as he was about to call Yu Luying, a voice came from behind him: "Hey, Xiao Yao, you're back?"

Xiao Yao turned around and saw that it was Gao Sijun. He said blankly, "Ah, yes—where else would I go?"

“You went to the toilet for more than an hour. Zhang Huan called you several times but you didn’t answer. Dai Yu said you probably went back to sleep.”

"That damn ribbonfish is talking nonsense. I have an upset stomach and I didn't go to sleep."

Xiao Yao cursed Daiyu in his heart for betraying his friends, but in order to salvage the situation, he had no choice but to put on a mask of pain and ask, "Where is everyone?"

"They all went to their group classes, and I said I needed to use the restroom first," Gao Sijun explained. "Zhang Huan told me to go back to my room and call you, and here I am, running into you."

Xiao Yao inwardly groaned; his stomach hadn't hurt earlier or later, but of all times, it had to hurt now.

Normally, it's fine to go to the toilet halfway through the journey, whether it's for a big or small matter. But if you go for so long and don't come back, it's hard not to give people the impression that you've gone to the toilet to relieve yourself.

Luckily, he woke up early, otherwise, if Gao Sijun had entered the toilet and heard snoring coming from one of the stalls...?

Just as he was scaring himself, Gao Sijun looked at Xiao Yao's contorted face and asked with concern, "Is your stomach feeling any better now?"

It's just diarrhea, it'll be fine once it's out—but to show that he was genuinely unwell and to prevent Zhang Huan from labeling him a slacker, Xiao Yao replied, "It still hurts, but it's okay. I'm not going to the toilet, let's go to our group class, you can tell Zhang Huan, okay?"

Gao Sijun frowned and said, "That won't do. When you're traveling, an upset stomach can be a serious matter. Let me help you go get checked out."

Xiao Yao: "? No way!"

Despite his repeated declarations that "I am not ill" and his strong desire to attend history class, Gao Sijun still dragged him to see the doctor in the summer camp's logistics team. The doctor was a surgeon, but he was just a church member who volunteered at the summer camp. He couldn't diagnose gastroenteritis, so he couldn't find anything wrong with him. He only suggested sending him to Dongqi People's Hospital.

Xiao Yao felt guilty, but at this point, he could only grit his teeth and insist that his stomach still hurt. After a series of examinations at the hospital yielded no results, he was diagnosed with "nervous enteritis," prescribed two boxes of commonly used medications, and instructed to avoid seafood for the next few days, observe the situation, and return for a follow-up appointment immediately if any discomfort occurred.

This whole ordeal of checking and tidying up meant the class didn't happen, and it went straight to lunchtime.

Xiao Yao didn't want to eat—not being able to eat seafood was a minor issue; the key was that he wanted to use food to get some sleep so he would have the energy to participate in the activities in the afternoon.

Gao Sijun escorted Xiao Yao back to his room, settled him comfortably into bed, and then left. Only then did Xiao Yao jump up again, turn the air conditioner to its lowest setting, strip down to his underwear, set the alarm, and comfortably lie down on the bed, covering half his face with the blanket.

Sleeping is the most comfortable thing...

I wonder how many points will be deducted for having neurogenic enteritis?

What can relieve worries? Only sleep.

……

……

"Knock knock knock." I had just drifted off to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?!" Xiao Yao, still grumpy from waking up, shouted.

No one spoke from outside the door; they simply knocked twice more.

"What the hell..." Xiao Yao got out of bed angrily, wearing only a pair of briefs, and walked towards the door.

He hid behind the door and opened it: "Who's there—"

Then he was stunned.

"Are you alright, Gouzi?" A pretty girl in a bright red T-shirt stood outside the door, her face full of concern. The T-shirt had a small "JHS" printed on the left chest.

"I'm fine—why are you here?" Xiao Yao nervously peeked out, looking left and right, and then at both sides of the corridor.

"Nobody's following me." Shen Jie lowered her head and tried to squeeze through the door.

"You should leave now, you can't come in, it's too dangerous!" Xiao Yao was on edge.

Shen Jie had already crawled in from under his armpit.

"Ouch." Xiao Yao closed the door and locked it behind him. "What are you doing?"

“They all say you went to the hospital. I’m your wife, how could I not come to see you? I almost wanted to go to the hospital myself—why didn’t that little hussy come with you? Wait, what kind of attitude is this?” Shen Jie’s tone was a little angry: “Which bed is yours? —I’ll just sit for ten minutes and then leave, no one will see me.”

Little Hoof... Little Apple didn't come with me, naturally because she knows I'm not sick—can't she tell whether I'm sick or not?

Helpless, Xiao Yao couldn't very well resort to force to drive them away, so he could only point to his own bed.

“I knew this one was yours,” Shen Jie walked to the bedside, plopped down, and took off her little leather shoes: “It’s a complete mess.”

Chapter 295 Caught in the Act

2023-08-14

“I knew this one was yours,” Shen Jie walked to the bedside, plopped down, and took off her little leather shoes: “It’s a complete mess.”

Xiao Yao stood there somewhat bewildered, explaining to Shen Jie that he was fine, it was just a case of ordinary diarrhea, plus he was too tired and fell asleep in the toilet.

"My skipping lunch has nothing to do with my stomach; I'm just taking a nap," Xiao Yao explained. "Don't tell anyone outside."

"Of course I noticed—but you just have diarrhea, why are you making such a fuss? You're just causing trouble for others." Shen Jie swung her legs under her cropped trousers. "What are you standing there for? Hug me!"

Shen Jie immediately noticed Xiao Yao's half-second hesitation and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've already submitted an application to your little wife."

The young man immediately stepped forward, embraced her, his arms filled with her soft, fragrant flesh: "What does this have to do with a concubine? What kind of logic is it for the empress to submit an application to a concubine?"

“I think so too,” Shen Jie wrapped her arms around Xiao Yao’s neck and whispered in his ear, “But all you do is say that the wife always comes first, the wife always comes first, but what do you actually do? You leave your wife in a rented room and make her find her own place and eat at her mother’s house, right?”

When his mother-in-law confronted him, Xiao Yao immediately became alert. Wasn't this matter already over? Did you come to visit him in the hospital, or to cause trouble?

The boy pulled his head back and studied the girl's face. He couldn't tell if she was really angry or joking.

Just as he was lost in thought, the girl stretched out her toe and gently scraped his calf: "What are you staring at? You don't think I've forgotten, do you? You don't think this is all over, do you?"

The silk stockings, half cotton and half glass silk, were hot and fluffy. Shen Jie's touch and angle were just right, making Xiao Yao shudder.

“Don’t do this,” Xiao Yao said, “I was wrong, I’ll kowtow to you.”

“I knew you went to her house for dinner a long time ago,” Shen Jie said to herself, “but I didn’t expect her to actually do it. It was definitely intentional—this person is too scheming; I hadn’t really noticed it before.”

Why is this happening again?

Helpless, Xiao Yao could only pull her down onto his bed, physically silencing her.

……

"I'm so sleepy, I really want to take a nap with you." Shen Jie closed her eyes, groping for Xiao Yao's blanket, trying to pull it over herself.

“You should go,” Xiao Yao said, grabbing Shen Jie’s wrists and pulling her up to sit up. “Ten minutes are up.”