Xiu Gou's Taming Record

When Yu Heng woke up on Monday morning, it was already broad daylight.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone.

7:30.

The first class starts at eight o'clock.

"Damn it..." he cursed, then rolled over and got out of bed.

I washed up, changed my clothes, grabbed my book, and rushed out the door.

When I arrived at the classroom, there were still five minutes before class started.

The classroom was already mostly full, with the front seats almost completely taken.

Yu Heng glanced around and found an empty seat in the back row by the window.

I had just put down my schoolbag when the teacher came in.

He was an elderly professor in his fifties, wearing thick glasses, and speaking slowly and deliberately.

Yu Heng opened his textbook, his eyes fixed on the blackboard, but his mind was wandering to other things.

How is Bai Xinran?

She said yesterday that she still needs to receive intravenous fluids for two more days.

He pulled out his phone and typed under the table: "How's it going?"

I sent the message and waited a few minutes without a reply.

Yu Heng put his phone away and forced himself to listen to the lecture.

A moment later, my phone vibrated.

Yu Heng looked down and saw a message from Bai Xinran: "I didn't go to the hospital. I'm at the school clinic. I just got an injection."

"What did the doctor say?" Yu Heng typed.

"They said it would be fine after two more days of consolidation."

"Should I go and keep an eye on things?" Yu Heng asked.

"No need, no need," Bai Xinran replied quickly, "I can do it myself, boss, you should focus on your class."

Yu Heng stared at the screen, thought for a moment, and then typed: "Really not necessary?"

"Really, you don't need to," Bai Xinran said. "There are nurses in the infirmary, it'll be fine."

"Okay," Yu Heng replied, "then call me anytime if you need anything."

"it is good."

Conversation ends.

Yu Heng put away his phone and glanced at the blackboard.

The professor was still lecturing, while the students below were dozing off.

He glanced at the time again: 9:20.

There are still forty minutes left before get out of class ends.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Yu Heng walked out of the classroom, stood at the entrance of the teaching building, and hesitated for a few seconds.

Should I go to the infirmary or back to the dormitory?

Bai Xinran said there was no need to go.

But... let's go take a look anyway.

Show some concern for your employees!

He made up his mind and headed towards the infirmary.

He passed a convenience store on the way, thought for a moment, went in and bought a bottle of mineral water and a box of strawberries.

He stopped at the door of the infirmary, carrying a plastic bag.

Voices could be heard coming from inside.

It was a boy's voice: "Xinran, I brought you some fruit."

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow.

Are there other people here?

He pushed open the door and went inside.

A woman in a nurse's uniform was standing in front of the dispensing station at the back, arranging medicine bottles with her head down.

Hearing the door open, she turned around.

Yu Heng was stunned for a moment. It was the nurse he had seen during the military training at the beginning of the semester.

Is her name Liu Liya?

The nurse's uniform looked rather suggestive on her.

Liu Liya's eyes crinkled when she saw Yu Heng: "Oh, isn't this the classmate who got heatstroke last time?"

Yu Heng snapped out of his reverie and nodded: "Nurse Liu, you still remember me?"

"I remember, I also remember the one who came with you," Liu Liya said with a smile.

She had very fair skin, and her lips were painted with light pink lipstick. When she pursed her lips slightly, there was a small dimple at the corner of her mouth.

"You have a good memory. I'll go in and check on my friend." Yu Heng looked away and walked into the inner room.

Bai Xinran was lying on the bed by the window.

She had an IV drip in her left hand, held a phone in her right hand, and a boy was standing next to her.

The boy was quite tall and decent-looking, carrying a fruit basket.

Upon hearing the door open, the two turned their heads simultaneously.

Bai Xinran's eyes lit up when she saw Yu Heng: "Boss?"

"Boss?" The boy raised an eyebrow, looking at Yu Heng. "You are...?"

"Yu Heng," Yu Heng walked over, "Bai Xinran's... friend."

He didn't mention the boss.

Saying it out loud would sound too formal.

"My friend," the boy nodded and extended his hand, "Zhang Yuchen, vice president of the college student union, a sophomore in Xinran's department."

Yu Heng shook hands with him.

Her hands were very clean, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

He's clearly a person who values ​​things.

"Yu Heng," Yu Heng said, "is about the internet and new media."

"Oh," Zhang Yuchen smiled, "What year are you in?"

"How's it going, freshman?" Yu Heng sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Bai Xinran.

"It's alright," Bai Xinran said, "my hands are just a little numb."

"That's normal," Yu Heng nodded. "It's like that when the IV drip lasts a long time."

Zhang Yuchen stood to the side, glanced at Yu Heng's box of strawberries, and then at the fruit basket he had brought.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Um..." Zhang Yuchen began, "Xinran, shall I wash a few cherries for you?"

"No, thank you," Bai Xinran shook her head. "I don't want to eat right now."

"Oh," Zhang Yuchen said somewhat awkwardly, turning to Yu Heng, "Did you just get out of class?"

"Yes, 8 a.m.." Yu Heng nodded, then looked at Bai Xinran, "Are you going to lose again this afternoon?"

"No need this afternoon," Bai Xinran waved her hand. "I have class this afternoon, so I came over this morning."

"Okay," Yu Heng stood up, "then you get some rest, I'll be going now."

Bai Xinran was taken aback: "You're leaving already?"

"Yes," Yu Heng said, "I have class soon, it's already late."

Actually, there are no classes.

"Well..." Bai Xinran said softly, "Thank you for coming to see me, boss."

"You're welcome," Yu Heng waved his hand, then looked at Zhang Yuchen, "Senior, please take your time sitting down."

Zhang Yuchen nodded: "Take care."

Yu Heng turned and walked out of the infirmary.

As Liu Liya passed the medicine dispensing station, she was bending down to take something from the bottom cabinet.

This posture caused the back of the nurse's uniform to rise a few inches.

The lines of her body, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were fully revealed, firm and well-proportioned.

She moved slowly and deliberately, and when she got up, she even used the back of her hand to smooth her hair behind her ear.

She straightened up, meeting Yu Heng's gaze without showing any annoyance, and asked with a smile, "Are you leaving?"

"Mm," Yu Heng responded, and pushed open the door to leave.

"Zhang Yuchen..." Yu Heng muttered.

Vice President of the Student Union, a sophomore.

He was tall and thin, fair-skinned, wore glasses, and looked like a good student.

She even brought a fruit basket; he's clearly a suitor.

What is Bai Xinran's attitude towards him?

They seemed rather ordinary, at least not showing any particular enthusiasm.

He stood at the doorway, squinted, took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and lit it.

I took a couple of puffs, and my phone vibrated.

Yu Heng took out his phone and saw a message from Ning Yutong: "Yu Heng! The results of the film club interview are in! I passed! (*^▽^*)"

Yu Heng exhaled a puff of smoke and typed a reply: "Congratulations! How about I treat you to dinner to celebrate tonight?"

He sent the message and waited for a reply.

Halfway through her cigarette, Ning Yutong turned around and said, "Okay, okay! But you don't need to treat me, it's on me!"

Yu Heng looked at the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This girl is quite sensible.

"Okay, then see you at the school gate at six o'clock tonight," he replied.

"Okay! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ"

Yu Heng put away his phone and stubbed out his cigarette on the trash can.

Just as I was about to leave, the door to the infirmary opened again.

Zhang Yuchen came out from inside, and the two met face to face.

Zhang Yuchen was taken aback when he saw Yu Heng, then gave him a polite smile: "You haven't left yet?"

"Have a smoke," Yu Heng said.

"Oh." Zhang Yuchen nodded, stood to the side, and took out his cigarette case. "Can I borrow a light?"

Yu Heng handed over the lighter.

Zhang Yuchen lit a cigarette and took a drag.

The two stood side by side, Zhang Yuchen silently smoking.

Students occasionally pass by the entrance of the infirmary, glance in this direction, and then hurry away.

"Are you close to Xinran?" Zhang Yuchen suddenly asked.

Yu Heng turned his head to look at him: "It's alright, we're just doing some things together."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuchen asked.

"About new media," Yu Heng said vaguely, "Didn't she tell you?"

"No," Zhang Yuchen shook his head, "Xinran doesn't like to talk about herself."

Yu Heng clicked his tongue inwardly. Xinran?

That's a very affectionate way of addressing someone.