Chapter 29 My Little Rabbit

“We…” Luo Yi flusteredly pushed Ye Xiaoyang away, her face red as a tomato.

Ye Xiaoyang suppressed the urge to kill and said coldly, “She just bumped her head. I was checking if there’s a lump.”

Luo Yi hurriedly nodded along.

Tang Kunyu looked around and didn’t see anywhere in the room where Luo Yi could have bumped her head.

After all, she wasn’t like him, 1.9 meters tall.

But fortunately Tang Kunyu was a boy, with relatively thick nerves, and he didn’t look into it closely.

He carried a basket of fruit to Ye Xiaoyang’s bedside. Seeing the cast, he said, “The injury isn’t light.”

Zhou Jiahang had come too. Visiting his deskmate—how could his share be missing?

It was just that when he learned today that Ye Xiaoyang had fractured a bone, he was also truly startled.

A perfectly fine person. How had he fractured a bone?

Of course, however startled he was, it was nothing compared with the shock of just seeing Luo Yi and Ye Xiaoyang like that in the ward.

Brother, your hand is broken and you still don’t forget to pick up girls? Respect.

“Luo Yi, why are you here too?” Tang Kunyu asked. “Didn’t you have a fever?”

Luo Yi: “I was getting a drip at the hospital, so I came by to see him.”

“Oh.” Tang Kunyu set the fruit basket by Ye Xiaoyang’s bed and said, “Old Ji had a few of us come see you.”

No.1 High was very close to First Hospital. On foot it was only about ten minutes, so they came over as soon as activity class ended. The next period happened to be class meeting, so their time was ample.

“How did you fracture it?” Tang Kunyu was like a leader going to the countryside to visit poor households.

“Natural disaster and human calamity.” Ye Xiaoyang said unhappily.

This group of people was as much of an eyesore as they could be.

Simply light bulbs that had gained spirits.

“And it’s the right hand.” Tang Kunyu said. “I really don’t know whether to envy you or pity you.”

“Right-hand fracture, no homework. And you got injured at this time. Summer vacation homework is waived too.” Tang Kunyu sighed to the sky. If he didn’t know Ye Xiaoyang wasn’t someone afraid of homework, he would have suspected this fracture was carefully planned.

“If you want to envy me, you can try too.” Ye Xiaoyang pointed at the ward window. “Jump from here. Guaranteed you’ll be like me.”

His ward was on the third floor. Not high, not low. Falling wouldn’t kill you, but you definitely wouldn’t be unscathed.

Zhou Jiahang said, “Do you know? The news of your fracture spread through the grade. A lot of people are rubbing their hands…”

“They want to fracture too?” Luo Yi was surprised.

“How could that be? Ye Xiaoyang’s right hand is fractured. He can’t take next week’s monthly exam! So those top students are all competing. Grade first can finally change hands.” Tang Kunyu said. “Before, everyone fought for grade second. Now they can finally sprint for grade first. How can they not be excited!”

Luo Yi: “…”

These people really had a bit of the meaning of profiting from a national disaster.

“I’m different!” Zhou Jiahang said. “When I heard you were injured, the first thing I thought was to come see you. Those people taking pleasure in your misfortune really aren’t decent!”

“Isn’t it because you can’t get grade first?” Ye Xiaoyang mocked.

Zhou Jiahang: “…”

Big bro, why didn’t your tongue break in the fall too? Do you have to be this sharp?

Sun Yiman held a bouquet and handed it to Ye Xiaoyang.

“Bought with class funds. Wishing you a speedy recovery, and that you keep grade first for our class.”

Luo Yi: “Our class has quite a few top students. We don’t all have to count on him alone, right?”

Was Ye Xiaoyang the whole village’s only hope?

To the others, Luo Yi’s words seemed to doubt Ye Xiaoyang’s ability. But Ye Xiaoyang felt she was concerned about him.

She was afraid the pressure on him was too great.

When this little one felt bad for someone, it really warmed the heart and the stomach.

“You don’t know.” Sun Yiman sat on the sofa and listed Ye Xiaoyang’s merits. “Since school started, grade first has been monopolized by him. As they say, iron first place, flowing second place. Now that he can’t take the exam, who knows which top student will take the position?”

“How long will this hand take to heal?” Zhou Jiahang asked.

“Two or three months,” Ye Xiaoyang said.

“Then the final exam is hopeless too.” Zhou Jiahang said. “The final exam counts toward the total score. By Grade 12, recommendations and independent admissions all look at grades.”

Ye Xiaoyang said lazily, “Doesn’t matter.”

Zhou Jiahang: “That’s true. Our academic god is going for recommendation. Taking the college entrance exam would lower his status.”

A few people sat in a circle, talking all at once.

Rather than delivering warmth, it was more that they were afraid Ye Xiaoyang would be bored in the hospital and came to keep him company.

Truly moving classmate affection.

What kind of spirit was this? Giving up their own study time, coming in the midst of busyness to visit an injured classmate. This was solidly Lei Feng of the new era.

Tang Kunyu looked at the harmonious scene and couldn’t help wanting to sing a praise.

But he didn’t know Ye Xiaoyang wasn’t moved at all. He even irritably wanted to hit someone.

Just now he had almost kissed her. Truly sinful. Light bulbs falling from the sky.

Why was this group of light bulbs so long-winded? He really wanted to pull out their wires.

This was Ye Xiaoyang’s real inner thought.

Ji Shu came back carrying fruit. Seeing quite a few more people in the ward, she asked, “You’re all Yangyang’s classmates?”

“Yangyang?” Zhou Jiahang looked at Ye Xiaoyang with a wicked smile. This childhood name sounded stupidly cute. In the future there would be another point to tease him with.

Ye Xiaoyang shot him a look, warning him not to have that kind of thought.

“The homeroom teacher had us come see Ye Xiaoyang during class meeting time. We’ll go back in a bit.” Tang Kunyu said. “He should be pretty bored here alone, right?”

“Your Teacher Ji is really considerate.” Ji Shu smiled, opened the newly bought bananas, handed one to each person, and said, “With Luo Yi keeping him company, he shouldn’t be bored.”

Ye Xiaoyang: “…”

Although no one knew a son like his mother, saying it this bluntly would definitely make Luo Yi embarrassed.

Sure enough, she shyly lowered her head.

Everyone sensed something odd.

Luo Yi had just said she only came by to see him. But why did Ye Xiaoyang’s mom’s words seem to say Luo Yi had already been keeping him company for a long time?

And the two of them seeing doctors at the hospital at the same time—however you put it, it was a bit too coincidental, right?

Ji Shu checked the time and reminded her, “Luo Yi, go lie on the bed. The nurse will come give you the drip in a bit.”

Luo Yi: “…”

It was over. Being exposed in public that she and Ye Xiaoyang were staying in the same ward. She wouldn’t have face at school later.

“Eh, you’re staying in one room?” Sun Yiman asked.

“Just borrowing the place for a drip. The infusion hall is a bit cold.” Ye Xiaoyang casually explained for her, dissolving this small awkwardness.

The nurse came in with the infusion bag. Luo Yi sat on the edge of the bed, rolled up the wide hospital-gown sleeve, and exposed her tender hand. There was still the needle mark from yesterday.

The nurse carefully tied the tourniquet for Luo Yi, disinfected with iodine, held the needle and observed for a good while, and still didn’t insert it.

“Your blood vessels are too thin. Last night when I inserted it I almost got the wrong place.” The nurse was afraid of missing the spot. She patted Luo Yi’s hand and patiently waited for the vessel to show. She said, “You should exercise more in the future.”

“Mm…” Luo Yi looked away, not daring to watch.

She was not only afraid of pain. She was also afraid of blood.

After the nurse inserted the needle, she observed a while longer. Once she confirmed there was no problem, she left.

A few classmates poked their heads and looked at Luo Yi. They had only prepared a fruit basket and flowers for Ye Xiaoyang. They hadn’t known Luo Yi was here too. This was embarrassing.

She was a girl, after all.

Ye Xiaoyang didn’t care. Anyway what was his was hers. It was the same.

As for that bouquet of multicolored gerberas, he was too lazy to want it.

Luo Yi didn’t mind either. She only had a fever. Sending flowers and fruit wasn’t necessary.

“It’s getting late. You should go back to class.” Ye Xiaoyang felt the timing to see guests out had finally arrived.

Tang Kunyu said, “Then the two of you rest well. We’ll leave first.”

Ji Shu said, “I’ll see them off.”

So only Ye Xiaoyang and Luo Yi were left in the room again.

The duck that had just been cooked had flown away. Ye Xiaoyang was heartbroken.

But like this now, he couldn’t bring the matter up again. Luo Yi was still on the drip. How could his head be full of useless thoughts?

Ye Xiaoyang handed the bouquet of gerberas to Luo Yi. “You take it.”

Luo Yi blankly accepted the flowers and asked, “Borrowing flowers to thank Buddha?”

Said like that, Ye Xiaoyang felt a bit guilty.

He added, “When I’m discharged, I’ll buy you some.”

“What flowers do you like?” he asked. “Roses?”

Luo Yi hurriedly stopped him. “Don’t buy any. I have a bit of a pollen allergy.”

Actually Luo Yi mainly felt that sending flowers was too showy. It wouldn’t look good.

Hearing this, Ye Xiaoyang quickly took the gerberas back and set them far away.

Luo Yi burst out laughing. She said, “You already gave them to me, and now you’re taking them back. Is there anyone like you?”

Said like that, Ye Xiaoyang suddenly didn’t know whether he should give them to her or not.

Ah. Sure enough that group of light bulbs had bad intentions. The bouquet they left behind was also a disaster.

“Then I’ll send something else,” Ye Xiaoyang said. “Did you finish the chocolate from last time?”

“Finished.” So sweet. Sweet all the way to the heart.

“Mm. I’ll send you more later.” He asked again, “Do you still want milk tea?”

Luo Yi muttered, “These calories are all so high. Aren’t you afraid I’ll get fat?”

“Getting a bit fatter is good. You’re too thin.” Ye Xiaoyang looked at her thin little face. “I’m afraid the wind will blow you away.”

“It won’t.” Luo Yi felt he was exaggerating too much.

“I want to discuss something with you. Is that okay?” Luo Yi suddenly asked.

“What?”

“From now on, can you not send me these things…” Luo Yi silently sighed. Eating from someone’s mouth made you soft-spoken. Taking from someone’s hand made you short. She always felt the better he was to her, the more she owed him.

Luo Yi said, “We’re still students. Spending parents’ money to send things isn’t appropriate.”

“Oh.” Ye Xiaoyang answered lightly and didn’t take the sentence to heart at all. He said, “I bought them for you with my own money.”

On holidays Ye Xiaoyang received generous red envelopes. His little treasury was full.

Sending her a few gifts was, to him, simply a small matter.

“Also,” Luo Yi continued, “our relationship has to be kept secret. Don’t let other people know.”

Ye Xiaoyang smiled. “Why?”

Luo Yi: “It wouldn’t look good.”

Early romance wasn’t anything glorious. She didn’t want to become after-meal gossip for classmates.

Ye Xiaoyang thought, too late.

Zhou Jiahang and Qian Jiayun had already known.

There was no wall in the world that didn’t let wind through. She thought that as long as they didn’t say it, no one would know.

Coughing, poverty, and love were the three things in life that couldn’t be covered up.

When you liked someone, just the way you looked at her could leak many little secrets.

He thought this in his heart, but with his mouth Ye Xiaoyang still agreed very well.

He had to indulge her. Who told her to be a little rabbit timid as a mouse?

After Luo Yi finished the drip, Luo Xueqing also arrived at the hospital.

She had to go back to her aunt’s tonight. Staying any longer really wouldn’t be right.

Although Ye Xiaoyang was reluctant to let her go, he had no way to keep her. He could only watch her leave.

After Luo Yi got home, Ye Xiaoyang sent a message.

[One Leaf Book: Home?]

[Romantic: Mm.]

[One Leaf Book: Give me your phone number. I’ll save it. Chat apps aren’t convenient.]

[Romantic: Don’t call me. My cousin is beside me.]

[One Leaf Book: Got it.]

[Romantic: Are you typing with your left hand?]

[One Leaf Book: Yes.]

Truly persistent.

Not long after, Ye Xiaoyang sent a phone screenshot.

It was his QQ groups.

His groups were very simple: strangers, classmates, teachers, family.

Only one column was different.

That column was named “My Little Rabbit.” Inside there was only Luo Yi.