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It turned out that they couldn't stay calm with each other for long.
Feng Ning took the lead in the conversation, criticizing like an elder scolding a reckless younger person: "Also, next time you lose your temper, don't throw your phone. It's so extravagant to throw a fit like that. If you're really angry, why not smash something cheap instead?"
"I finally got my phone back, so you should thank me properly. I really don't understand what you're thinking; has your brain gone bad?" She brought this up, her heart still aching.
Jiang Wen resumed his mocking expression: "Who needs to thank you? If something happens to you, I'll be the one affected. Simple-minded and strong-bodied."
"My brain is simple?" Feng Ning sulkily extended her hand in front of him, showing a six, then a nine, and finally an eight. "Did you see that? I scored this on my final exam. Did you score higher than me? Forever the second place!"
He grabbed her wrist.
There were several dirty wounds on the back of her hand.
Feng Ning tried to pull her hand back. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? You're not going for the innocent route anymore; are you trying to be a rogue?" If he could, Jiang Wen really wanted to sew her mouth shut.
He took a deep breath, his face looking very unpleasant as he restrained himself: "There's a first aid kit in the car."
"This little scratch doesn't need any treatment." Feng Ning was indifferent, but she couldn't shake off his grip.
Regardless of whether she wanted to or not, Jiang Wen dragged her toward the parking area.
To apply medicine, he turned on the overhead light. To avoid affecting night driving, he pulled down the partition. In the small cabin of the car, their breathing was audible in the sudden silence. With nothing else to do, Feng Ning began counting his eyelashes.
One by one, they curled slightly at the tips, like a slide.
Suddenly, the car jolted, and her wound was jostled, causing her to gasp in pain.
Jiang Wen immediately raised her eyelashes.
At such a close distance, their eyes could reflect each other's shadows. They stared at each other in a daze for a few seconds, and an unusual ambiguity suddenly arose.
Feng Ning teased, "Were you just confessing your love to me on the street?"
Jiang Wen's hand holding the cotton swab trembled slightly, her face flushed with anger as she said, "Shut up!"
She straightened her body, creating distance between them, but did not stop talking: "I won't beat around the bush anymore. Although we always argue and insult each other, I actually considered you my friend that night in the hospital."
The word "friend" felt like both an explanation and a way to distance herself.
In any case, it sounded extremely harsh to Jiang Wen's ears; he knew it would be like this.
"You are a very outstanding person; don't trap yourself in one place," she said steadily.
Jiang Wen's expression changed abruptly as he interrupted her, "You don't need to say any more."
Regardless of his reaction, Feng Ning persisted earnestly: "No, I have to say this. I can tell you that I have completely different attitudes toward my pursuers and friends. I can give you a little more time to think about whether you want to be the former or the latter."
She was always like this. Her posture was very low, yet she was harder to approach than anyone else.
Jiang Wen stared at her intently.
He looked at her, determined to remember her serious and heartless expression deep in his heart, allowing himself to let go completely.
They arrived at their destination. The car stopped and turned off. Feng Ning tucked her bag under her arm and turned to bid him farewell, "Alright, I'm leaving now. Goodbye. I look forward to your answer."
Feng Ning paused and calmly added, "Remember, only friendship can last forever."
"......"
If it weren't for his remaining rationality, Jiang Wen would have already grabbed her by the throat. He let out a cold laugh.
Feng Ning raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
"Go to hell with your forever."
--- That was the last thing Jiang Wen said as he slammed the car door.
*
"I suspect he's a masochist."
"When we're together, it's either arguing or opposing each other."
"Jiang Wen is really superficial; he just thinks I'm pretty."
"Actually, he should thank me. Teacher Feng taught him a lesson, making him realize that beautiful women are all liars and that their words can't be trusted."
"I believe that after this experience, Jiang Wen will definitely not be easily fooled by women in the future."
Shuang Yao couldn't take it anymore; how could someone be so pathetic? She put down the novel in her hands. "You're the biggest fool Jiang Wen will ever be."
Feng Ning sat at the foot of the bed in front of the heater drying her hair. The warm light emitted a soft yellow glow, highlighting her delicate features. Just looking at her appearance, one could hardly imagine she possessed such a bitchy soul.
"I really!" Feng Ning shouted, "I'm so distressed!"
Shuang Yao looked at her back in silence.
A thought suddenly crossed Shuang Yao's mind, and she asked worriedly, "Feng Ning, you don't like women, do you?"
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"I really can't imagine what kind of guy could conquer you."
Feng Ning was momentarily stunned and rationally said, "Actually, I do have some feelings for Jiang Wen. How should I put it? It's not like I have no feelings at all; at least his looks are quite to my taste. That youthful face often catches me off guard."
"Hehe, Jiang Wen is a well-known handsome guy. You don't have to act so reluctant as if you're putting yourself at a disadvantage."
Shuang Yao, with a knowing look, sharply remarked, "From the very beginning, when you said you weren't used to others but still flirted with them, I guessed that you were definitely swayed by looks."
Feng Ning nodded in agreement, accepting the criticism: "Go on."
Shuang Yao knelt on the bed and gently tugged at her ear. "What can I say? You just have no conscience. You flirt with others without any intention of taking responsibility. When things don't go your way, you want to just walk away. And you even force others to be friends with you. Oh my god, I'm starting to feel sorry for Jiang Wen. A perfectly good campus prince who was doing well—how did he end up encountering someone as bizarre as you?"
Feng Ning opened her hand and thought seriously: "But I think it's more suitable for us to be friends. Today I gave Jiang Wen the choice. If he insists on not wanting to be friends and only wants to interact with me for the purpose of dating, then I..."
"What then? Are you going to completely distance yourself from him? Never speak another word?"
"To be honest, I don't know." Feng Ning's face twisted in distress. "We'll have to wait for him to make a choice first."
Shuang Yao had been brainwashed and pressured by Feng Ning for many years and understood things better than most people.
She shook her head. "Feng Ning, you weren't this indecisive with the boys who pursued you before. There were plenty who were as persistent as Jiang Wen, and you dealt with them decisively. Why has it dragged on for so long this time, tangled and unresolved?"
With that, Shuang Yao said, "Compared to Jiang Wen, I think you should reflect more on yourself."
"At least he dares to confront his feelings; you might not be able to do that."
*
Last night, a heavy snowfall blanketed the ground, and the snow had yet to melt. Zhao Binlin and Xi Gaoyuan had made plans to visit Jiang Wen's house to play video games.
Jiang Wen had returned home that night only to come down with a high fever, which finally subsided by this morning, leaving him in a low-spirited state.
As the game loaded, Zhao Binlin brought up a recently popular male-oriented novel. "It's really good! This novel has made me forget about food and drink lately."
Xi Gaoyuan's interest was piqued by his words, and he promised to read it when he got home. Zhao Binlin turned to enthusiastically pitch the book to Jiang Wen.
To his surprise, Jiang Wen responded coldly, "I don't like that kind of thing."
Zhao Binlin pressed on, "Then what type do you like? I can recommend something for you."
Wrapped in a blanket, Jiang Wen picked up the game controller and replied listlessly, "Novels where the female lead doesn't love the male lead—it's the only place I can find resonance."
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