Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One: Poor Results

After discarding the leftovers, Luo Yixia returned the plates at the counter, just as Song Chengyi hurried up from behind.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside,” he said, then left first.

Luo Yixia felt utterly despondent.

Her girlfriends glanced at her sympathetically.

“Go on, go on,” Gan Yanyan smiled encouragingly.

Luo Yixia took a few steps, glanced around, looking left and right, then hurried off toward the noisy side.

At noon, most people had returned to their dorms or were in the cafeteria, so the path was quite empty.

She hesitated briefly, then spotted the young man leaning against a tree from afar.

Luo Yixia bounced over.

“What’s up?” she feigned innocence.

“Are you sober now?” Song Chengyi asked.

“Yes, yes,” she nodded vigorously.

“Did you eat enough lunch? You barely ate anything.”

“I’m full, I ate a lot for breakfast, not hungry at all, haha,” Luo Yixia smiled.

“Is class difficult? Why aren’t you paying attention?”

Song Chengyi switched to a gentler tone.

“I don’t understand it,” she sniffled, feeling wronged.

“You have to try to understand it little by little. You know that, right? If you don’t get it, you can always ask me.”

He reached out and, as usual, affectionately ruffled her hair.

“I can listen seriously, but I can’t promise I’ll do well,” Luo Yixia looked down at her toes.

“I saw your grades before. You failed several subjects last semester. The midterm is coming up; can you try not to fail this time?”

“I’ll try,” she mumbled.

“If you don’t fail, I promise to grant you one wish,” he said, looking down at her.

“Really?” Her spirits immediately lifted.

“Really,” he smiled.

“Okay, I’ll definitely try my best.” Her smile curved like a crescent moon.

“Pay attention in class, do your homework yourself—no copying—and show it to me for checking.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Go get some rest now, or you’ll be sleepy in the afternoon.”

“Alright, I’m heading back. Bye!” Luo Yixia turned and waved at Song Chengyi.

“Wait, I almost forgot,” he suddenly said.

“What? Forgot what?” she stopped and looked at him.

Song Chengyi stepped forward and pecked her on the lips. “All set.”

Luo Yixia stared blankly at him.

After a long moment, she broke into a bright smile, “Well, I’ll be off then.”

Laughing as she ran away, she covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.

She felt like she’d hit the jackpot.

Wenli bounced happily back to the dorm.

Her roommates were all there, noticing her flushed cheeks.

“What’s up? Did Song Chengyi scold you?” Gan Yanyan asked casually.

“Nope,” Luo Yixia laughed and climbed into her bed.

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“So, what’s the matter? Happy or sad?” Lin Ya asked.

“Happy! Time to sleep now, got class this afternoon, haha,” Luo Yixia said, still smiling.

The three looked at her as if she’d lost her mind.

“You’ve gone crazy,” Gan Yanyan shook her head.

Indeed, in the afternoon class, Luo Yixia was like she’d been injected with energy—listening intently and taking serious notes.

When Old Sheng came to check, he glanced at her multiple times, thinking his eyes must be deceiving him.

Seeing even Luo Yixia studying hard, he quietly wiped away a tear, surely moved by her determination.

That night, she pulled out her notes and started studying.

Gan Yanyan applied a face mask beside her.

“Xiaxia, did you take the wrong medicine today?”

“Don’t talk. I’m studying hard to improve,” Luo Yixia flipped a page.

“Jiayu, can I borrow your notes? I think I’m missing something.”

“On the desk, the red one,” Xu Jiayu replied.

Luo Yixia immediately searched, then compared the notes for differences.

All night, she kept pushing herself.

The next morning, she got up early, unusually reciting English.

Lin Ya couldn’t take it and poked her head out.

“Xiaxia, are you alright? It’s only six o’clock.”

“Am I disturbing you? I’ll go to the pavilion to study.”

Before Lin Ya could respond, Luo Yixia grabbed her book and ran outside.

Lin Ya was about to say, if you’re up, why not go for a run.

Although six was already early for the old Luo Yixia, she was getting used to it.

After over a month of military training, and with Song Chengyi never sleeping in, she was adjusting fast.

At the pavilion, many were studying, and nearby many were clocking in morning runs.

Luo Yixia’s English wasn’t bad—after all, she had been admitted to A University with high scores, including a 140 on the English test, her best after many attempts. But she had neglected it for a year and forgotten much.

Her real headache was advanced math and Marxist philosophy, subjects she had lucked through before but now struggled with.

She had failed every time.

After about half an hour of reciting, a few girlfriends ran out together.

“Why are you all up so early?” Luo Yixia approached with her book.

“You have to clock in your morning run, you know?” Lin Ya tossed her the card.

“No wonder I saw everyone running,” Luo Yixia smiled foolishly.

Soon, the group went for their morning run.

“Xiaxia, look at that person ahead,” Gan Yanyan pointed.

Luo Yixia looked up and saw Song Chengyi approaching with a smile.

“Good morning, senior,” Gan Yanyan called to create an opening for Luo Yixia.

“Good morning,” Song Chengyi stopped.

“Did you have breakfast?” he asked Luo Yixia.

“Not yet. I’ll eat after running,” she replied.

“Good,” Song Chengyi said, then continued running.

Luo Yixia beamed, feeling more motivated.

After a lap, she felt energized.

They all went to the cafeteria together.

“Running so early in the morning,” Lin Ya sighed.

“No big deal, I’m just keeping you company,” Luo Yixia said.

Lin Ya gave her a sideways glance and rolled her eyes.

At breakfast, Wenli even ate an extra bun.

Afterwards, they happily went to class.

The whole morning was classes; the afternoon was free.

In the morning, they had lab work to practice injections.

Luo Yixia was always fond of hands-on learning.

Even though she could never find veins.

Despite a year of study, she was still unreliable.

She earnestly looked for veins to insert the needle but failed repeatedly.

Gan Yanyan complained beside her: “If I were a patient, I’d rather bash my head than let you give me an injection.”

“Don’t talk. I’m trying hard to learn,” Luo Yixia insisted.

After class, Luo Yixia approached Old Sheng to submit a request to move out.

“You’re fine living in the dorm; why move out? Did you have a fight with your friends?” Old Sheng asked with concern.

“No, no way. We’re very close,” Luo Yixia waved her hand.

“Then why?”

“My mom helped me rent a place outside,” Luo Yixia replied.

“You’re not going to live with your boyfriend, are you?” Old Sheng took the form, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Teacher Sheng, that’s unfair. Have you ever seen me with a guy or that I’m dating? I mostly just sleep and play games. Where would I find time for a boyfriend?” Luo Yixia spoke seriously.

Old Sheng thought about it. Besides not loving studying, the girl was good in other ways.

“I saw you taking notes in class yesterday. That’s great. You got into our school on merit, but last semester you failed several courses. If you keep this up, while others are interning at hospitals in their third or fourth year, will you still be retaking exams?” Old Sheng spoke earnestly.

“I know, but just seeing needles and human tissues makes me uncomfortable. I don’t understand the lectures,” Luo Yixia sighed. Biology, chemistry, anatomy—they all annoyed her to death.

“I think you should consider changing majors. It’s not too late now. Pick something you’re interested in. You don’t seem to have any passion for medicine,” Old Sheng spoke candidly.

Luo Yixia said nothing.

“Why did you choose medicine anyway? There are many fields suitable for girls. With your looks, broadcasting or hosting wouldn’t be bad either.”

Luo Yixia walked out of the office, head downcast.

She sat for a while on a bench by the roadside, sighing repeatedly.

“Got scolded?” He Zhen came to sit beside her.

“He Zhen? Oh, not scolded, just a bit annoyed,” Luo Yixia replied.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

“Nothing much, just my grades are too bad.”

“Are your grades worse than mine? At least you got in on your own merit, I just lucked in through connections,” He Zhen said bluntly.

“No way?” Luo Yixia knew he was a transfer student, but hadn’t expected him to be so frank.

“Really. I caused trouble at my old school, so they sent me here,” He Zhen said indifferently.

“I see,” Luo Yixia nodded, saying no more.

She wasn’t good at socializing anyway, and felt she and He Zhen weren’t close, so better keep quiet.

She didn’t know how to comfort others, nor what to say.

Though she often had unspoken conversations with Song Chengyi, he was unique and irreplaceable.

He Zhen saw she wasn’t responding further and, sensing the topic was closed, decided not to disturb her and left.

After all, He Zhen liked the slow and steady approach; startling her suddenly wouldn’t be good.