Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

Zhao Rong felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly lowered her head and ran back.

Lin Wanqing did not look at Zhang Yifan.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes glistening with tears, a stubborn look on her face as she suppressed her grievances and refused to lose her composure in public.

Seeing this, several boys around who also harbored feelings for Lin Wanqing couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards Zhang Yifan.

Regardless of the circumstances, starving a girl like that and then talking about feeding a dog is just too much.

The squad leader blew the assembly whistle.

Morning exercises begin.

The Class 9 formation followed behind Class 8, running in unison to the rhythm broadcast over the loudspeaker towards the podium where the school leaders were located.

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth and followed the group, feeling like she was walking on a knife's edge with every step.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, her vision began to blur, and the radio broadcast in her ears seemed to come from near and far.

But she told herself she couldn't stop.

School leaders were watching from the podium. If you stopped, you would be caught, points would be deducted, and the deductions would be announced to the whole school.

Hang in there a little longer, we'll be at the podium soon.

The marching formation moved to the front of the school leaders.

At the class monitor's command, the entire class shouted their class slogan in unison, their voices clear and loud. The school leaders standing on the platform nodded slightly, a satisfied expression on their faces.

Just then—

A muffled thud suddenly came from the ranks.

Lin Wanqing's body slumped to the side like a puppet with its strings cut, instantly throwing Class 9's formation into complete chaos.

The students behind her almost stepped on her, and screams and exclamations erupted at the same time.

On the podium, the satisfied expressions of the school leaders froze instantly, turning serious and ashen the next second.

But then, a sharp cry of "Something's wrong! Someone has fainted!" came from the crowd, and the school leaders' grim expressions instantly turned into panic.

He rushed down from the platform, shouting into the walkie-talkie as he ran: "Playground! Playground! A student from Class 9 has fainted! Call the school doctor! Call the school doctor immediately!"

Zhao Rong was the first to rush to Lin Wanqing's side and squat down, shouting louder than anyone else, "Wanqing! Wanqing, what's wrong! Don't scare me!"

Class teacher Fu Kai sprinted over from the back of the line, pushed aside the students watching, and squatted down next to Lin Wanqing.

"Lin Wanqing? Lin Wanqing? Can you hear me?"

Lin Wanqing's eyelids twitched, and she weakly opened them a crack.

"Teacher... I'm fine... I'm just... a little dizzy..."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and then she closed her eyes again.

Fu Kai looked up and yelled at the surrounding students, "Who brought candy? Who brought food? She has low blood sugar!"

The students around him looked at each other and shook their heads.

Who would put snacks in their pockets while running laps?

The school doctor arrived quickly, gave Lin Wanqing half a tube of glucose, and then pinched her philtrum.

Lin Wanqing slowly woke up and was helped to the infirmary by two girls.

After reorganizing the students for morning exercises, the school leaders, with dark faces, wrote a few strokes on the evaluation sheet and left without looking back.

Fu Kai stood there, watching Lin Wanqing being carried away, then looked at Zhang Yifan, who was still standing straight in the Class 9 line and hadn't glanced in their direction once. He frowned thoughtfully.

Something's getting increasingly off about Zhang Yifan.

During lunch break, the school clinic was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Lin Wanqing lay on the white hospital bed, her face had regained some color, but her expression still showed weakness and pitifulness.

After taking her blood pressure, the school nurse made her a cup of glucose water and handed it to her, muttering, "You girls, skipping breakfast to lose weight, you'll ruin your stomachs sooner or later. Senior year is already stressful enough; how can your bodies handle not eating?"

Lin Wanqing nodded obediently, "Thank you, Auntie, I'll remember."

The school doctor glanced at her beautiful yet pale face, sighed, and turned to go to the next room to organize the medical records.

As soon as the school doctor left, Zhao Rong leaned close to the bed and whispered, "Wanqing, that deliberate fall you made just now scared me to death! But you fell at just the right time, right in front of the school leaders. Let's see if the school dares to force us to do morning exercises now!"

Lin Wanqing frowned, her tone slightly displeased: "Who deliberately fell? I really have no strength left."

"Yes, yes, it's all Zhang Yifan's fault!" Zhao Rong immediately changed her tune. "If he hadn't refused to bring you breakfast, you wouldn't have had low blood sugar. When he comes to apologize, don't be soft-hearted; you have to give him a hard time!"

Lin Wanqing was about to reply when her stomach rumbled before she could.

The sound was particularly clear in the quiet infirmary.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Oh, Wanqing, wait for me a moment, I'll go to the supermarket and buy you some bread."

Before Lin Wanqing could even say what flavor she wanted, she rushed out of the infirmary in a flurry of activity.

The infirmary fell silent, leaving only Lin Wanqing alone.

She lay in her hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling, the image of Zhang Yifan standing in the line, coldly saying, "Just think of it as feeding the dog," flashing through her mind.

That look in his eyes didn't seem fake.

Lin Wanqing suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable irritation.

She turned over and pulled the blanket up a little higher.

He wasn't like this before.

He used to feel heartbroken whenever he heard that she was hungry, and he would rush to the supermarket without saying a word.

Why did things suddenly change?

Did someone say something to him? Or has he fallen for someone else?

She bit her lower lip, her mind replaying all the good things Zhang Yifan had done for her over the years.

Those steaming hot breakfasts, those homework assignments done for her, those little gifts that would appear on her desk the next day if she casually mentioned wanting something.

She didn't think it was licking.

She felt that it was what he should do.

It was his choice to like her; she didn't force him.

Isn't this how you should pursue a girl? Shouldn't you put in more effort?

Does he think he can win her over without putting in any effort?

That would be even more ridiculous.

The more Lin Wanqing thought about it, the more she felt she was not wrong, and her resentment towards Zhang Yifan grew stronger.

She decided that if Zhang Yifan didn't apologize to her within three days, she would never speak to him again.

Yes, three days.

Giving him three days is already merciful enough.

The door to the infirmary was pushed open, and Zhao Rong ran in, panting.

"Wanqing, I'm so sorry." She looked apologetic, her hands outstretched empty. "The school supermarket was closed, so I couldn't buy you any bread."

Lin Wanqing looked at her empty hands, then at her best friend's face, which was slightly flushed from running, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then she gave a kind and understanding smile.

"It's alright, Rongrong, it's just a loaf of bread. If you can't find it, that's fine. I'm already very grateful for all the help you've given me today."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed, and held Lin Wanqing's hand, her tone incredibly sincere.

"Wanqing, why are you being so polite with me! We're best friends, it's only right that I help you! Don't worry, no matter what, I'll always be on your side. Zhang Yifan doesn't deserve it!"

Lin Wanqing nodded, smiling, but she felt that something was not quite right.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.