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  I helplessly looked at the transcript handed over by Liu Xian.

  "Not again! You want me to sign for you? One of these days we'll both get in trouble!"

  Liu Xin climbed onto the bed and shook my arm vigorously: "Sister, sister, good sister, dear sister, please help me, I'm ranked fifth from last in math this time. If mom finds out, I'm afraid you won't see your little sister tomorrow."

  "My attention was completely drawn to the report card: 'This Shen Zhong... has been first place several times.'"

  As soon as I mentioned this name, my flower-loving sister suddenly became energetic: "Yes, yes, our class teacher likes him very much!"

  The teacher's favorite student...

  "Is he one of those bookworms? All day long, apart from studying, doesn't play anything else, super unsociable?"

  "No!" My sister suddenly became serious: "Sister, don't you remember the basketball game at our school that you watched last time? You said there was a boy who passed the ball very beautifully and got the MVP."

  I couldn't believe it: "Is that Shen Dong?"

  Liu Xin nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes! I heard his family is a high-ranking official. His father is an official in Beijing, and he has to take the university exam back to Beijing."

  I bowed my head and counted the newly promoted leaders in the central government, and there was indeed one with the surname Shen.

  "His father's name is Shen Jiangnan, and his grandfather should be named Shen Yijun."

  "I knew his father's name was Shen Jiangnan."

  Then it can't be wrong...

  "This Shendong in your class is quite something... His grandfather was a founding general, and his father is about to take the throne."

  Liu Xin snatched the transcript and looked at it greedily: "Actually, even if he were a child from an ordinary family, he would already be outstanding. With this background, where is there any reason not to like him?"

  I sighed: "I really envy you for having such a handsome man when you were studying."

  Just like an untouchable dream, which young man is not sentimental, and which maiden does not cherish the spring.

  "Sister, don't be emotional, sign it for me quickly."

  I shot her a look: "As if you're any more sober than I am. You're just as drunk."

  "It's useless to be infatuated with him, he and I are not in the same circle. He is someone who will return to Beijing, unlike me, it's a mismatch. Ah, sister you don't know, he rarely talks to girls at school, but gets along well with boys, and even now has never been seen dating."

  I laughed: "It can't be that you like men, how old are you guys now? At your age, I was only thinking about studying."

  Liu Xin is three years younger than me, and she's in her first year of high school. She attends a junior-senior high school direct promotion class, which we call "3+3". This type of class doesn't have any academic pressure, but the tuition fees are relatively high. Liu Xin is my uncle's child, and since my uncle makes a lot of money from his business, he can afford to send her to this "noble class".

  And I have already graduated. In a key university in this city, University of Science and Technology, the male-female ratio is severely imbalanced, our class has more than 40 people, but only five are girls.

  I'm not very good at telling stories, and my current situation is actually more complicated than this, for example, my weight, height, political identity, family background.

  But anyway, that's really too much trouble. I think that year was more memorable than the college entrance exam, and even more so than when I entered a hell-like university of science and technology. There is also another thing that left a deep impression on me.

  That's when I met Shen Duan.

  Shen Dang, timing is everything.

  What a humble name, but this person is far from being as cultured as the name suggests. He always shows off his sharp edges, it was like that when he was studying, and even after graduating and starting work. I thought to myself, now that he's entered society, how can he not tone down that stinky temper of his?

  Got it! The other person's ancestor was a big shot, originally in school still feared the teacher and all that. This time after starting work, becoming one's own boss doing real estate and cooperating with others to do electronic technology and Shanxi coal mining. The temper has become even bigger.

  Even his secretary would complain to me: "Xiao Jia, now he can only listen to you a little bit."

  Because of me, he and his family members are in an awkward situation. What his mother says has long lost its authority with him.

  I remember once he took a pair of jade bangles for me in New York. The bangles were really beautiful, and I always felt that they still had a hint of the old-fashioned aristocratic air about them.

  But at that time, I was quite resistant to him spending money on me. He said he didn't want anything, but this guy is good, driving a car and easily giving me a ride. My temper isn't good either, seeing him like that made my heart burn with anger, and I insisted that he stop the car. We were still almost an hour's drive from the city, and I was determined to walk back on foot. He drove his car to follow me, speaking softly to try to persuade me. The more he spoke, the angrier I became, thinking in my heart "Why didn't you just leave earlier?"

  Do I have to get angry for you to understand that I'm not someone to be trifled with?

  Didn't I tell you not to buy me anything too expensive?

  Are you dating or keeping a mistress?

  Is gender equality just a joke?

  Are you taking what I say as farting?

  When I get angry, I'm afraid of being stubborn. Afterwards, I also reflected on my own willfulness and unreasonableness, but at the time, I was so choked with anger that nothing made sense.

  He saw that I was dressed in a Dior high-heeled shoe, and the heel had worn out to the point of blistering. He quickly got off the car: "Liu Jia, you drive back, I'll walk back."

  I glanced at him: "You said so."

  "I'm telling you, I'm telling you!" He was afraid that I would change my mind. "Your feet are all blistered, it hurts me more than it hurts you! Quick, get in and drive the car away, I'll walk back."

  Hey, don't say that. Lamborghini is indeed a world-class sports car. As soon as I stepped on the gas pedal, it had already become a small black dot in my rearview mirror.

  This kid is so delicate, never walked such a long distance since childhood. Coincidentally, the temperature dropped sharply that day, and he ended up getting sick. I think he's foolish too, carrying a mobile phone on him, making a call, can't even get a few cars to come?

  I was already in a good mood when I drove that little sports car back home, thinking to myself that there's no one else in this world who treats me as well as he does. The next day, I happily gave his company a call.

  "Xiao Jia! Come quickly, Mr. Shen is ill with a high fever. No one can persuade him to take medicine. His face has turned into an eggplant color. If we wait any longer, our mighty and powerful boss will turn into a dried squash."

  Is this... are you playing a sympathy card on me? Are you trying to save the situation with a curveball?

  I put on my clothes and shoes, like a little warrior, and arrived at his company. In the center of Beijing, his broken car couldn't find a place to park, so he simply asked me to stop by the roadside, after all, it wasn't my points that were being deducted.

  The entire building was his company, and when I went there, the receptionist saw me as if she had seen a lifesaver: "Ms. Liu, Secretary Wang is outside the boss's office, water and medicine are ready, just waiting for you."

  I finally understand now, it turns out I was just making a fuss over nothing.

  As expected, Secretary Wang was standing outside the door, anxiously holding medicine: "You've finally arrived, there's a meeting this afternoon and I saw him looking dizzy and uncomfortable. After the meeting, he asked me to find a thermometer for him, and when I took his temperature... it was 38.4 degrees! The air conditioning in the room is on full blast and he's still feeling cold. I tried persuading him to take medicine but he refused. You'd better come and deal with him!"

  Wang Yajing was my senior when I was in graduate school, and Shen Zhong was my senior in college. I also have some connections with the Shen family, after all these years, although Shen Zhong is a bit of a troublemaker, he rarely doesn't listen to Sister Wang's words.

  "Xiao Jia, you said he's like that too, with his temperament... what did you do to provoke him?"

  Hi!

  My anger, which had just been extinguished by sympathy, suddenly flared up again.

  Did I provoke him? I'm a big person, do I need to argue with a little rascal like him? I said I wanted to walk back, but he couldn't bear it and insisted that I drive. His broken car was stuck on the Third Ring Road when I walked back, which wasn't even as good as walking back.

  I took the medicine and water cup from Wang's hand and kicked open the door with a "bang".

  Shen Duan furrowed his brow and raised his head, possibly about to get angry, but as soon as he saw me, he suddenly smiled like a blooming flower.

  "Pointing at him: 'Take that smile back! No chance! I'm telling you, Shen Zhuang, don't pretend to be a good boy in front of me. Today, sister is going to deal with you!'"

  He walked over and threw the medicine on his desk. He looked at me, with a hint of anger in his eyes already.

  Because I kicked the door open with great force, it hadn't closed yet when Wang saw my whole tantrum and hurried in to mediate: "Oh dear, what's going on now? You were just asking about Mr. Shen's condition with such urgency earlier, how did you end up quarreling as soon as you met?"

  I looked at Shen Duan, he picked up the medicine bottle that had fallen on the table and said faintly: "Secretary Wang, you go out first, help me close the door. Thank you."

  Sister Wang pulled my sleeve when she left and lowered her voice: "Speak well."

  I don't care about him at all!

  "Over there, Wang sister just closed the door, and I shouted: "Alright, you Shen Dang. Have you learned to ruin your own body? If you have the ability today, don't take medicine, I won't even look at you if you do! You're not capable of making a scene, are you? Afraid that others won't know that I've been wronged by you? Alright, I'll just live up to this reputation. You'd better be prepared, attending meetings, reviewing files, not a single thing can be delayed. Want to pretend to be Superman? Take a look at your underwear, is it on inside out?" My final comment was: "You're still an immature little rascal!"

  He stood up, walked to my side, and without saying a word, he wrapped me in his arms. My head against his chest, I could hear the sound of his heartbeat, which seemed to be beating a bit weakly.

  "Yao Jie... I just wanted you to sympathize with me. I'm sick and uncomfortable all over." The voice sounded like a child's "You have to take care of me."

  "You can say I'm being petty or despicable, but all I want is for you to be by my side. Even if it means I have to fetch water and take medicine myself. I just want you to care about me..."

  Actually, when he hugged me, I had already surrendered, and after hearing this speech, I finally completely gave in.

  "You can't either..."

  His deer-like eyes looked at me. I suddenly remembered what ancient people said: "Tears are about to fall, and I see that you still have love."

  Alright.

  I stretched out my hand to hold him: "Take the medicine first, and then go to the rest room to sleep for a while. If the fever hasn't gone down yet, you can come with me after work to get an injection. Ah... You said you're also like this, your phone is in your pocket, take it out and call a car! Normally you're a clever person, how did you become so muddled yesterday?"

  Shen Duan looked at me with a wronged expression: "Liu Jia, I don't know you anymore. If I really dared to call for a car, you would definitely get angry and say that I'm acting like a spoiled young master again."

  I blushed with embarrassment, and could only lament that the bad impression I had established for myself was too deeply ingrained in people's minds.

  He smiled weakly, his pale complexion and tired expression still had a hint of flush on his face, reminding me at all times that the little rascal in front of me was a patient. However, his smile seemed to suggest that I was a cure-all for him, as if seeing me made him better.