After Transmigrating, I Became the Most Cowardly Kid (GL) - Chapter 14

Chi Zhihuai’s expression gradually became subtle.

She tentatively asked: Chocolate flavor for Meng Qianwen, strawberry flavor for my deskmate, right?

Knight Tang: Right, right. She loves chocolate the most. Don’t mess it up.

Eew—

Chi Zhihuai seemed to understand why Shang Han emphasized that the two strawberry lollipops were for different people.

The one meant for her… might have been bought by Shang Han.

…

So what exactly did Shang Han want?

Chi Zhihuai scratched her head, knowing she wouldn’t get that answer anytime soon.

Should she ask Shang Han about the lollipops?

Ah, maybe not. If Shang Han found out that Tang Chen had revealed such an embarrassing detail, it might cause friction between them.

With Meng Qianwen on hand, she and Tang Chen were currently allies who owed her favors. Losing this debt of gratitude would be unwise.

Chi Zhihuai decided to play dumb, quietly eat the lollipop, and pretend nothing happened.

In the afternoon, Dad Chi, who had agreed to pick her up, suddenly had an emergency and told her to take the bus home early.

Although she was nearly an adult, Chi’s parents were genuinely worried about her safety on the road. Whether it was for school or the library on weekends, they would drive her whenever possible.

It wouldn’t get dark until past six in the evening, but if she took the bus home past five, her parents were still worried and asked her to leave by 4:30 PM.

Chi Zhihuai finally understood why her persona was that of a timid little girl.

She had to obey her parents, so she could only say goodbye to her friends early.

But before leaving… she needed to consider whether to summon Shang Han to drive her home today.

Shang Han wouldn’t be guarding outside the library, right? If she lied and said her parents picked her up, would she even be found out?

But what if she was exposed?

Would Shang Han come to Class Seven and question her in front of all her classmates—”Why didn’t you let me take you home yesterday? I don’t allow anyone to deceive me, woman. You are provoking fire.”

“…”

Ahem, the first half was serious, and the second half was standard overbearing CEO dialogue she randomly conjured up. To be fair, it kind of matched the vibe Shang Han gave her.

Chi Zhihuai touched her nose and stood up, saying, “I’m going to make a phone call.”

Chen Qin made room for her. Chi Zhihuai squeezed out and went to the restroom to dial Shang Han’s number.

After five or six rings, a deep, husky voice answered: “Who is it?”

Chi Zhihuai felt an inexplicable nervousness. She paused, then internally cursed herself.

The acting is making her timid! It’s just Shang Han. What’s there to be nervous about? She doesn’t believe Shang Han will eat her.

She deliberately said in a weak voice, “I’m Chi Zhihuai from Class Seven, Grade Two…”

A faint laugh was heard on the other end: “I know you’re from Class Seven. No need to emphasize.”

Shang Han’s voice gradually returned to normal. Chi Zhihuai remembered something and asked, “Did I wake you up?”

“Yes,” Shang Han paced by the window in the hospital corridor, smiling for the first time in the hospital.

Chi Zhihuai: “…”

She had no reply to that.

The other party didn’t intend to dwell on it and quickly said, “Are you heading home now?”

“Mhm, my dad had something come up today and can’t pick me up…” Chi Zhihuai felt an indescribable sense of dissonance saying this to Shang Han.

Shang Han glanced at the time and replied, “Wait for my call at the library. I’m coming now.”

“Uh…” Chi Zhihuai hesitated, making one last struggle, “If you’re busy, you really don’t need to come. I can take the bus home; it won’t take long.”

The line was silent for a moment. Chi Zhihuai covered her face with one hand, knowing she must have said the wrong thing.

Perhaps all the things Shang Han was doing for her were just her own overthinking. Maybe the other girl really just wanted a docile student to relieve her boredom? Someone with low demands who wouldn’t dare disobey her orders.

Chi Zhihuai grew more certain that this was the truth. Otherwise, what else about her could possibly attract the school’s most notorious delinquent?

Nothing, probably.

However, unexpectedly, Shang Han didn’t say anything threatening or angry. She just said flatly, “Wait for me.”

The call ended. Chi Zhihuai stared at the screen for a while, then returned to studying distractedly.

On the other side, Shang Han saved her phone number and returned to the hospital room.

The person on the hospital bed lay quietly, as if asleep.

Shang Han approached the bed and took a hand as withered as a dead branch.

She thought how wonderful it would be if this hand could be as soft and white as Chi Zhihuai’s.

Nutrient intake should be normal. She had observed the nurses feeding via a nasal tube; all the nutritious liquid food and milk powder were delivered to the stomach.

Yet, this body was not recovering to a good state as expected.

Shang Han tucked the hand back under the blanket and glanced at the heart rate monitor.

It was enough that she was still alive.

Even if the possibility was only one in forty thousand, she was willing to believe in miracles.

Leaving the hospital, Shang Han rode her motorcycle to the municipal library, took off her helmet, and ran her fingers through her hair.

She then texted Chi Zhihuai, asking her to come downstairs and sending her the address.

Chi Zhihuai, in the study room, quickly sent the room number, packed her things, and left, terrified of keeping the resident “menace” downstairs waiting.

She jogged all the way to Shang Han. The other girl efficiently put a helmet on her and took her backpack, wearing it across her own chest.

Chi Zhihuai couldn’t help but criticize internally; Shang Han really did look like a parent picking up a child from school.

“Get on.”

The short command was given. Chi Zhihuai didn’t dare hesitate and quickly straddled the motorcycle.

The seat was a little hot from the sun, but that didn’t diminish her love for this cool motorcycle.

This was the vintage motorcycle she loved!

Chi Zhihuai, who had appeared reluctant, was actually quite excited once she was on it. Her small hands secretly felt around the bike, utterly content.

Shang Han started the engine, tilted her head, and asked, “Are you seated steadily like that?”

Chi Zhihuai leaned back slightly, gripping the back edge of the seat: “It should be fine.”

“Do you want to fall off, hit your head, and get another concussion?”

“…” Chi Zhihuai was incredibly precious about her life now. Hearing that, she immediately grabbed Shang Han’s jacket.

But how did she know Chi Zhihuai was hospitalized for a concussion last time?

Chi Zhihuai didn’t have time to think. The next second, the motorcycle roared forward. She nearly fell backward and quickly tightened her grip on the jacket.

Once they reached the main road, even over the loud engine noise, Chi Zhihuai clearly heard Shang Han say, “Be careful not to get a concussion.”

So, Chi Zhihuai grabbed the jacket even tighter. When they stopped, as she let go, she saw that she had wrung two permanent creases into Shang Han’s denim jacket…

She secretly smoothed out the jacket, got off the motorcycle, and said, “Thank you.”

Shang Han glanced at the community sign and handed her the backpack: “Mhm, go on home.”

The sunlight at four o’clock was warm and gentle, not blinding, just right.

Chi Zhihuai put on her backpack, looked back into Shang Han’s eyes, froze for two seconds, said “Goodbye,” and quickly ran off.

Strange, was it her imagination?

Shang Han’s eyes… seemed to have been red just now.