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After staying in the hospital for a while, Qilan returned home to recuperate.
She had lost a lot of weight, and even raising her arms was difficult, let alone doing heavy work. Feng Ning took care of all the household chores and found a set of exercise routines online, drawing them on paper to do with her mother.
Feng Ning resumed her normal school life, attending classes during the day and returning home at night. Qilan needed to go to the hospital for treatment regularly.
Occasionally, when she couldn't sleep at night, Feng Ning would search online for how long people live after breast cancer metastasis. Many responses indicated that there are many methods in modern medicine to control breast cancer, which is one of the malignant tumors with the best treatment outcomes.
She needed to see this information to fall asleep, so she could energetically tell Qilan the next day, "Experts say the mortality rate for breast cancer is not high; in Western countries, it is treated as a chronic illness. The most important thing is to relax and not overthink."
Every time she heard this, Qilan would smile and say, "Yes, Mom feels much better lately and has a better appetite."
Feng Ning was quick-witted and a bit clever, but she was far from being a genius. She just had a higher tolerance for hardship than most people.
Since they couldn't afford to hire a caregiver, Feng Ning would take the bus home after school in the afternoon, buy some groceries on the way, and cook for her mother. Then she would accompany her for some exercise, take a shower, and return to her room to study. After studying for a few hours, she would cut some fruit and go talk to Qilan. Once her mother fell asleep, she would continue studying.
The time wasted commuting between school and home meant that Feng Ning compressed her sleep. She went to bed at one in the morning and got up at six, napping for half an hour in class at noon.
Her life was filled with busyness, but as long as her mother was there, Feng Ning felt very content.
On the day the results came out for the final exams of her sophomore year, many students crowded around to check their scores, including Jiang Wen. He saw his name listed in order and realized he had come in second.
As for Feng Ning, who had ranked outside the top fifty before, she returned to the top:
1. Sophomore Class 9 Feng Ning
2. Sophomore Class 9 Jiang Wen
Separated by a layer of glass were two rows of names in black on a blue background. Nearby, there were murmurs:
"Once again, it's those two super scholars from Class 9 in the top three."
“Feng Ning and Jiang Wen, why is it always them? Are they conjoined twins?”
“Yeah, those two, the Male-Female Duo, right?”
“......”
Those two.
Feng Ning and Jiang Wen.
They.
They are together.
Jiang Wen felt a strange, secret satisfaction.
He found it odd, but he liked the feeling of being mentioned alongside Feng Ning.
--- To others, it seemed like they were a pair, together.
After staring for a long time, he heard a familiar teasing voice: “Hey, Jiang Wen, I’m leaning on you again.”
Controlling his unnecessary emotions, Jiang Wen turned his head.
She had a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, her hand arched to shield her eyes from the overwhelming sunlight.
He gave a light hum in response.
Feng Ning said, “Aren’t I amazing?”
Jiang Wen said, "It's okay."
"How does it feel to be the familiar second place again?"
"Not bad."
"?" The two had been competing for a year, and it was the first time Jiang Wen reacted so calmly. Feng Ning turned to look at him, feeling a bit disappointed. "It's no fun. Now that I've toughened your skin, I can't easily provoke you anymore."
"Feng Ning..."
"What?"
"I think..."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Wen paused and didn't continue. "It's nothing, I'm leaving."
Before Feng Ning could respond, he had already turned and walked away. She called out to his back, "Young Master, remember to study hard during the break."
Jiang Wen didn't turn back, raising his hand in a proud manner.
I think.
Having you as my second place makes me happier than being alone as the first.
As summer vacation came to an end, the Sophomore year began, bringing in a new batch of freshmen. Feng Ning, as an exemplary student representative from Class 1x, stood on the stage in the Auditorium to deliver a speech.
Looking out at the sea of faces below, she remained calm and composed, adjusting the microphone just like she had done at the flag-raising ceremony. "Good afternoon, teachers and fellow students. Let me start with a brief self-introduction."
"I am Feng Ning from Sophomore Class 1x. I am a classmate to half of you here and a senior to the other half. After my speech today, I might just become a role model for all of you."
Her bold opening line elicited a wave of laughter from the audience.
Shuang Yao was recording her with her phone from the crowd.
Xi Gaoyuan clapped along with others and said to Zhao Binlin, "Feng Ning really hasn't changed at all; she's still as arrogant as ever."
"She's truly the most eccentric person I've ever met."
Hearing others' comments about Feng Ning made Jiang Wen smile inwardly.
"Before assigning me this speech task, my teacher specifically instructed me not to go off-script. She wanted me to share my personal experiences and highlight the school's various strengths and characteristics, emphasizing a sense of belonging throughout my words."
"The Chinese value subtlety, and my teacher also reminded me to be tactful while writing my speech. I should start by praising myself but ultimately focus on praising the school. I know you won't buy into this because I don't either."
Teacher Tie's face turned green with anger.
This time, the audience responded not only with applause but also with whistles and cheers. Feng Ning had brought a small climax to today's Opening Ceremony.
She possessed that kind of infectious charm.
The kind that could captivate an audience and keep them focused on her words.
Just like before, the initially distracted audience, after laughing, unconsciously perked up their ears, waiting for what she would say next.
Waiting for the applause to subside, Feng Ning continued, "In 'Crowd Psychology,' it says that when a person is in a group, their thinking becomes very simple and easily influenced by slogans. But all of this is false, superficial, and meaningless."
"I'll give you an example. A year ago, someone stood in the same position as me, delivering a speech as the Freshman Representative. What did he say?"
Feng Ning recited, "A person's life is a life of struggle. From this moment on, let us, with a spirit of perseverance, together compose a beautiful tomorrow for Qide."
This time, Jiang Wen's face turned pale.
--- He was the original Freshman Representative.
"You see, this statement is very positive and inspirational, right? But aside from me, I doubt anyone remembers it."
Most people began to laugh again.
Feng Ning adjusted her expression. "He said that a person's life is a life of struggle. And I want to say that a person's life is a life of tragedy. Including me, we all live in tragedy."
"I have encountered many terrible things. I once lingered in the depths of despair and even felt hopeless about this damn life. But I still strive to live on. Yes, I am someone who strives to live. No matter what happens, I will keep trying to live."
The simpler the words, the more penetrating they are. The audience fell silent. Jiang Wen no longer felt angry; like everyone else, he began to admire her and listened intently to her speech.
Zhao Binlin was sitting nearby and accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiang Wen, suddenly feeling something strange.
He recalled Jiang Wen's gaze and expression.
Zhao Binlin thought about why he saw a hint of... obsession in them.
Obsession?
"Nietzsche once said—'I want you to observe yourself from a distant perspective.'"
Feng Ning spoke word by word, his deep voice spreading from the loudspeaker to every corner of Auditorium, "A broad vision will always dilute tragedy. If we climb high enough, we will reach a height where tragedy no longer seems tragic." "When you open your eyes, discover the tragedy of life, and realize how bad it is - this is the starting point of your success." "I hope that what I say here today can be a gift to you when you turn sixteen." After this speech, the whole audience was silent for at least ten seconds. Then the applause broke out and lasted for a long time. Feng Ning is not finished yet. She placed her hands on both sides of the podium and continued leisurely: "Finally, I want to return to the essence of this speech. What is the essence? The essence is the main point that the teacher told me - Qide is far better, more broad-minded and more tolerant than you think." "Why?" Feng Ning smiled and concluded, "Because it taught and tolerated students like me." Amid the warmest applause, she said: "- Welcome everyone to Qide High School." Feng Ning's speech later became the most classic speech of Qide Freshman Representative, and no one could surpass it. Even for a long time afterwards, there were still legends about her.
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