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"Lin, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better? I bought you some tea eggs."

A deep male voice interrupted Lin Wanqing's thoughts.

She looked up and saw a chubby boy with black-rimmed glasses walk in, carrying a plastic bag containing several steaming hot tea eggs, with white steam rising from the bag.

The person who came was Guo Hao from the class.

If Zhang Yifan is the number one simp among Lin Wanqing's suitors, then Guo Hao is definitely number two, firmly holding the second spot, no doubt about it.

For the past year, he has helped Lin Wanqing fetch water, do chores, and move books. He never lags behind in anything he can help with.

Unfortunately, Guo Hao has a naturally round face, and when he wears black-rimmed glasses, he looks like a food committee member who has scooped two extra spoonfuls of rice at the cafeteria's serving window, which is completely unrelated to the word "male god".

Lin Wanqing's attitude towards Guo Hao was naturally different from her attitude towards Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan is at least top-notch in academics and has a handsome appearance; it's not shameful to take him out.

As for Guo Hao... she avoids contact with him as much as possible, and she rarely even admits to others that Guo Hao is her suitor.

Upon seeing that it was him, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed across Lin Wanqing's eyes.

But that hint of disdain vanished in an instant, quickly replaced by a faint, polite, and distant expression: "Thank you, I'm fine now, I don't need your tea eggs."

The voice just fell.

Gurgle.

My stomach let out an honest growl, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet infirmary.

Lin Wanqing's expression froze instantly, her ears turned red, and she lowered her head awkwardly.

Guo Hao's hand, holding the plastic bag, froze in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

Zhao Rong witnessed the entire scene from the side.

She knew all along that her best friend had absolutely no interest in Guo Hao and usually treated him coldly, never bothering to say a kind word.

But Guo Hao's skin is as thick as a city wall; no matter how much you dislike him, you can't get rid of him.

Zhao Rong's gaze fell on the plastic bag in Guo Hao's hand, on which were printed the blurry red words "Tian Tian Xiang Tea Eggs".

She recognized the packaging; the tea eggs were sold by the old lady who ran a stall near the school gate.

A tea egg costs only one yuan and fifty cents. An old lady pushes a tricycle with a large aluminum pot on it. When she lifts the lid, the aroma of braised food wafts out across half the street.

When school was over, students crowded around to buy it, and the old lady was so busy that the students had to put the change into the box themselves.

Business is indeed good, Zhao Rong admitted.

It's good as it is, but it's still a tea egg that costs 1.5 yuan!

The goddess fainted due to low blood sugar, and you offer her a cheap tea egg for 1.5 yuan to fawn over her?

Zhao Rong was immediately furious.

Of course, she wasn't quite sure how much of her anger stemmed from feeling indignant on behalf of Lin Wanqing.

She crossed her arms, looked Guo Hao up and down, and a sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Guo Hao, aren't you being a bit too obsequious? Wanqing fainted due to low blood sugar, not from some stray cat you picked up on the street and fed whatever you wanted. What are you holding?"

She pointed her chin at the bag in his hand.

"Tea eggs? The tea eggs that the old lady at the school gate sells for 1.5 yuan each?"

Guo Hao blushed instantly after hearing her words.

He instinctively hid the bag behind him, stammering, "No, no, I saw a lot of classmates buying them, and they lined up for ages to get them... I thought Wanqing fainted, so she probably didn't eat anything, and these tea eggs can at least help her recover..."

"Should we fix it?"

Zhao Rong repeated it exaggeratedly, raising her voice by half an octave.

"Do you think this is a palace drama? You come to pay your respects to the Empress with just a tea egg?"

If you really cared, wouldn't you go to the cake shop near the school gate and buy a piece of tiramisu?

Why not just buy a hot milk tea? Or at least get a plate of braised pork from the cafeteria – that would be better than this, wouldn't it?

I think you just want to spend the least amount of money to do the most, so that Wanqing will remember your favor.

But you've miscalculated. Wanqing isn't so easily appeased.

Guo Hao was so overwhelmed by her rapid-fire words that he blushed and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He looked at Lin Wanqing pleadingly, hoping the goddess could put in a good word for him.

Lin Wanqing did not look at him.

She kept her head down, staring at the snow-white sheets, without saying a word.

They showed no intention of helping him out of the predicament, nor did they intend to accept the tea egg.

Guo Hao gripped the plastic bag tightly and loosely, his heart sinking.

He saw that the goddess had fainted on the playground, and he was so anxious that he didn't pay attention in class. As soon as school was over, he rushed to the stall with the longest queue at the school gate, squeezed in the crowd and waited for more than ten minutes before he could buy these few tea eggs.

He thought the goddess would glance at it, and even if she didn't eat it, she would at least appreciate his sentiment.

But now, standing here, he looks like a joke.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to help." He lowered his head, his voice muffled, and took a step back. "Since Wanqing doesn't need it, I'll be leaving now."

Zhao Rong didn't even bother to look at him again, waving her hand as if shooing away a fly: "Alright, alright, hurry up and leave, don't stand here, you're an eyesore."

Guo Hao took one last look at Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing still did not look up.

He turned around, picked up the bag of tea eggs that were gradually getting cold, and silently walked out of the infirmary.

The door closed behind him, and he stood in the corridor for two seconds, then let out a long breath.

Voices soon came from inside again.

Guo Hao knew without even listening that Zhao Rong was definitely talking badly about him again.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's mind was no longer on Guo Hao. Just as she was berating him and belittling him, a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head.

She leaned close to Lin Wanqing's ear, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of excitement.

"Wanqing, I've got an idea—you fainted from low blood sugar, we can't let it all go to waste, can we?"

Lin Wanqing looked at her in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Think about it," Zhao Rong's eyes darted around, "everyone in the class knows how healthy you are, right? When have you ever skipped PE class? And today, you just happened to faint right under the school leaders' noses, the whole grade saw it. What a perfect opportunity!"

Lin Wanqing still didn't understand: "What opportunity?"

Zhao Rong leaned even closer, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "Just say that you didn't eat breakfast this morning because Zhang Yifan didn't bring you any."

Lin Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

"If anyone asks, just tell them this: Zhang Yifan used to bring you breakfast every day, the whole class knew. Today he suddenly stopped, forcing you to run laps on an empty stomach, which caused you to faint from low blood sugar. Who else could it be if not him?"

As Zhao Rong spoke, a confident expression appeared on her face. "Think about it, once word gets out, who will blame you? Everyone will just think Zhang Yifan is petty and irresponsible. Aren't you still waiting for him to apologize? You don't need to wait. Once the rumors reach his ears, he'll have no choice but to come!"

She paused, her tone growing increasingly confident: "When he arrives, you can look down on him and demand why he didn't bring you breakfast and caused you to faint from low blood sugar. Let's see how he tries to play his hard-won games then! The initiative will be completely back in your hands, won't it?"

Lin Wanqing remained silent for a few seconds.

She remembered Zhang Yifan's indifferent look when he said "Just think of it as feeding the dog" before the morning exercise, and how he didn't even glance at her when she collapsed on the track.

A sense of resentment welled up from the bottom of my heart and surged upwards.

She looked up at Zhao Rong and nodded slightly.

"you're right."