Lin Fangchi and Zheng Yu glared at each other, ready to fight at any moment.
"Alright," at this moment, Jiang Yuandong walked over and patted Zheng Yu on the shoulder to calm him down. He then bluntly said to Chen Jing, " Jing, I thought we had made it clear during our summer break that you shouldn't bother Zheng Yu. This has nothing to do with him."
Jiang Yuandong looked very troubled as he said, " Jing, I don't want to hurt you. It's not good for anyone for you to be so entangled, and I don't want to lose you as a friend."
Jiang Yuandong quickly put himself in the victim's position and felt very troubled by being chased by Chen Jing, this lapdog.
Lin Fangchi gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Yuandong, "This is none of your business."
He had long been displeased with Jiang Yuandong, always putting on a distressed look when it came to Chen Jing's pursuit. His words always seemed to boast with pride by belittling Chen Jing.
"Lin..." Jiang Yuandong was about to retort, but was cut off by Zheng Yu who put an arm around him, "He's right, you have no say in this matter. Just go bark somewhere else and stop causing a fuss."
Jiang Yuandong's face immediately turned pale, he forced a smile, "I will make sure Chen Jing stays away from you in the future, Zheng Yu. Please don't be angry."
Zheng Yu glanced at him impatiently and turned to Chen Jing, "Are you here to ask me what birthday gift I want?" Chen Jing nodded mechanically.
Zheng Yu evokes a beautiful curve, "Cheng, I haven't figured it out yet, let's leave it for now."
In fact, Chen Jing carefully picked a birthday gift for Zheng Yu, a small snowman made of sanitary and mixed glue.
That was made by him personally after his business trip, he tried several methods before achieving a texture similar to snow.
He clearly knew that Zheng Yu wouldn't receive it, but he still did it. They agreed that they would build a snowman downstairs again in the winter, but now the snowman born in the summer is quietly lying in the drawer.
Chen Jing caressed the patterns on top, but in the end, she closed the drawer. This was meant for Zheng Yu, but she wouldn't give it to him.
Since she dared to forget him, she deducted one point from Zheng Yu.
After a big cry, Chen Jing appeared particularly calm in the following days, except for occasionally zoning out, as if nothing had happened.
Both roommates felt that something was off with him, and they wanted to comfort him, but they didn't know how to start.
However, it's not just Chen Jing who feels something is off. Zheng Yu has been like a homing radar these days, always showing up wherever they are. Even a trip to the bathroom can lead to a strange encounter. Lin Fangchi feels like he's looking for trouble, and was ready for a fight, but when Zheng Yu saw them from a distance, he turned and walked away, as if avoiding them.
Lin Fangchi told this as a joke to two roommates, guessing that Zheng Yu had a brain injury from the accident.
"Was he unconscious for a long time?" This was the first thing Chen Jing asked about after the car accident.
"It's been a while. I heard he only woke up two days before the start of the school. I thought he wouldn't wake up at all."
So everyone knew he didn't die. But you can't blame Chen Jing. His soul appeared next to him. How could he have thought that Zheng Yu was still alive."
"Chen Jing, do you want to see a psychologist?" Zhou Sui hesitated for a moment and said.
Chen Jing frowned, "I'm not sick."
"I certainly know you're not sick. Isn't the school asking for two students with psychological problems to be submitted? I think you just had a breakup..." Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Fangchi pushed him from behind.
"Your mouth is really something."
Lin Fangchi cleared his throat and said to Chen Jing, "Just help him out. The psychological counselor can earn two extra credits, and I'll go too."
In fact, he was supporting Chen Jing but was also checking on the psychologist. On the day of Zheng Yu's accident, Chen Jing asked if she could see Zheng Yu, which was quite scary. There's no harm in checking it out.
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