After Saving My Possessive Best Friend, I Couldn't Escape (GL) - Chapter 28

Very good. Starting from when she first entered high school, she would search, dissecting every action those people like Sun Li had taken to trace the root of the trouble, then form a behavioral profile for prevention.

Fang Zhile calmly thought, Fortunately, everything happened before Ye Yu’s tragedy.

“Why are you here?”

Zhou Meize’s entrance was always characterized by her voice arriving before she did.

Fang Zhile turned to look. Zhou Meize walked in from outside the infirmary, meeting her gaze. It had to be said that as the female lead Gong in the book, Zhou Meize possessed an excellent physique for attracting women—a slender waist, long legs, and a pleasant voice. No wonder so many ‘numbers’ threw themselves at her.

Her gaze landed on Fang Zhile at the moment, containing a faint displeasure mixed with an undeniable trace of disgust. This was typical of the irreconcilable relationship between the two of them.

Fang Zhile stared back coldly, refusing to look away.

Her mood was not great right now, but since she had found a clue, she wasn’t about to immediately snap at someone. In the split second their eyes met, she even had the inappropriate thought that if this were an ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) themed novel, this scene would be a pheromone explosion, necessitating a fight to the death.

This was the first time Zhou Meize saw overt hostility on Fang Zhile’s face, and she was suddenly curious.

“Do we know each other?” Ever since their first meeting on the basketball court, Fang Zhile seemed to harbor some hostility towards her. At the time, Zhou Meize had thought the girl was quite cute, but then she made such a ruthless move. Zhou Meize had even wondered if she had had a casual fling with her before. Otherwise, why would Fang Zhile treat her like this?

If Fang Zhile could hear Zhou Meize’s thoughts, she would throw up yesterday’s dinner.

The key to saving Ye Yu’s tragedy was not Zhou Meize. Right up until the last thirty thousand words, Ye Yu and Zhou Meize had no direct confrontations.

Ye Yu was an extremely bottled-up person; she could design a plot for a group of people to kill each other out of extreme hatred without changing her expression, but she would never mention them in front of Zhou Meize.

Zhou Meize was also contradictory and cowardly. She resented the arranged engagement but, because she had a favorable impression of her fiancée, she consistently hid her true feelings.

She vented her dissatisfaction with her parents’ control onto Ye Yu, expressing her rebellion by disrespecting her fiancée and chasing other girls, believing this was independence and freedom.

Fang Zhile hadn’t planned on dealing with Zhou Meize. All she needed to do was make Ye Yu see her own heart, voluntarily end the engagement, escape the entanglements of the Ye and Zhou families, and pursue her own happiness. During this process, as long as she protected Ye Yu from harm and bullying, it would be enough.

So, Fang Zhile disliked Zhou Meize, but it was just dislike. If Ye Yu wanted her to maintain peace with Zhou Meize, she could play along and act obedient in front of Ye Yu.

Fang Zhile slowly shook her head. The smile in her eyes did not fade, yet the tension remained sharp. “I don’t know you,” Fang Zhile said coldly.

Zhou Meize frowned. “Then, do you know Ye Yu?”

Fang Zhile suddenly smiled and retorted, “What does that have to do with you?”

Zhou Meize’s face turned cold. “You don’t know how to take a hint.”

Zhou Meize remembered the purpose of her visit to the infirmary and said to the nurse, “Give me a box of painkillers.”

After returning to the window, the nurse routinely asked what the painkillers were for.

Zhou Meize didn’t initially plan to say. “Just headaches and backaches.”

The nurse became concerned. “Student, I can’t give you medicine based on that description. If you feel unwell, you should go to the hospital or get corresponding medication. You can’t just take painkillers for everything.”

Zhou Meize was clearly finding it difficult to articulate. She hesitated. “It’s my classmate’s period. She’s in a lot of pain.”

“You still can’t just take painkillers,” Fang Zhile looked at her warily, her mind instantly spinning through seven or eight hundred possibilities. She chimed in with the nurse, “Does she have any other symptoms? No need to take them if she’s not in pain.”

The nurse also nodded. “This student is right. And even if I give you painkillers, it can only be one or two pills at a time. You can’t just buy a whole box immediately.”

Zhou Meize wasn’t used to handling this kind of situation. She had come to the infirmary on an impulse, and now her patience wore thin. “If you don’t give me the medicine, should I let her die from the pain? Other symptoms? She’s pale, her stomach hurts, her belly hurts—she’s suffering everywhere! Isn’t that enough?”

Fang Zhile’s keen intuition gave her a familiar sense of panic. She took a nervous step forward and blurted out, “Is it Ye Yu?”

Zhou Meize stared at her defensively, returning the very words Fang Zhile had given her. “What does that have to do with you?”

Fang Zhile didn’t have time to beat around the bush or argue. She immediately sneered, “I advise you to be quick. You’ve been dawdling since you arrived. Five minutes have passed, and you haven’t even gotten the medicine. Useless.”

The method of provocation always worked against arrogant people. Zhou Meize instantly bristled, about to say something, when the nurse tapped the window impatiently. “No fighting here!”

“I’ll give you two tablets of painkiller,” the nurse placed the cut-off tablets on the window ledge, instructing, “Even in the summer, you need to stay warm. If the pain is unbearable, you must go to the hospital, understand?”

Zhou Meize took the tablets. When she turned around, Fang Zhile, who had been behind her just moments ago, had vanished without a trace.

Zhou Meize returned to the classroom with the tablets. Passing the back door, she saw Sun Yangyang.

“Sister Meize, I’m on my period too,” Sun Yangyang’s small face was pale, and she looked pitiful.

Since the meeting on Saturday where Ye Yu had glared at her in anger, Zhou Meize had been thinking of Ye Yu constantly, intentionally neglecting Sun Yangyang and the others, treating them indifferently.

“Ask the teacher for leave and go back to the dorm to rest,” Zhou Meize said gently. “Be sure to keep warm.”

Sun Yangyang held onto her sleeve, meekly. “But I feel so bad.”

Zhou Meize touched her head and said softly, “If you feel bad, go to the hospital. Be obedient, okay?”

Sun Yangyang glanced at the tablets in her hand. “Are those painkillers?”

Zhou Meize nodded, then smirked. “But they’re not for you.”

With that, Zhou Meize’s eyes landed on the person slumped over the desk in the third row. She walked past Sun Yangyang and headed inside.

Sun Yangyang’s hand dropped away from Zhou Meize’s sleeve, and watching Zhou Meize’s back, her heart felt empty. When did Sister Meize become like this? Going to the infirmary herself to get medicine for someone? And for Ye Yu, she even neglected me…

Sun Yangyang already disliked Ye Yu. At this moment, that dissatisfaction almost solidified into a look of vicious resentment, coldly directed at the back of the person slumped over the desk.

Sun Li walked over at that moment. “Oh, what are you doing lingering by the door?”

Sun Yangyang straightened up and greeted her. “Sister.”

Sun Li and Sun Yangyang were related. Sun Li was from the main branch of the family, which was wealthy. The collateral branches of the Sun family were dependent on the main family.

“You really are useless. Sister Meize hasn’t taken you out with her for days,” Sun Li looked her up and down, her tone critical. “Did you make her angry?”

“How dare I make her angry?” Sun Yangyang said bitterly. “It’s all because of that little wench, Ye Yu. She’s completely stolen Sister Meize’s attention.”

Sun Li smiled. “Oh, so it’s her. That’s not a big deal.”

Catching the meaning in Sun Li’s words, Sun Yangyang probed, “Sister, do you have a plan?”

Sun Li gave her a knowing look. The two chose a secluded, deserted spot and whispered to each other for a long time.

When Sun Yangyang returned from her talk with Sun Li, her eyes shone with self-satisfied ambition.

In the classroom, Zhou Meize placed the pain tablets on Ye Yu’s desk.

“I got some medicine from the infirmary. Take a pill. It should make you feel a little better,” Zhou Meize said with concern.

Ye Yu was lying with her head turned to the side, sweat on her forehead dampening the test paper. Her face was as white as paper.

“C-could you help me back to the dorm?” Ye Yu glanced at the pills, then moved her gaze away, speaking in a whisper. “I can’t sit up anymore.”

Zhou Meize nodded. “Okay, don’t move. I’ll help you up.”

Sun Yangyang, sitting in the back row, watched as Zhou Meize helped Ye Yu stand up, her arm around Ye Yu’s shoulder and waist. Zhou Meize even looked like she wanted to carry her on her back.

The two left the classroom intimately. Sun Yangyang heard the faint, fragmented mockery of others in her ear.

“Your Sister Meize is taking someone back to the dorm.”

“Didn’t you say Sister Meize liked you the most? Couldn’t you hold onto her at the back door? Ha ha ha.”

Sun Yangyang smiled viciously, lowered her head, and opened her textbook. Under the cover of the pages, she looked at the small, round object in her hand.

—A miniature, concealed, hard-to-spot pinhole camera.