Chapter 288: Chapter 239: What Does It Feel Like? Chapter 288: Chapter 239: What Does It Feel Like? After receiving a response from the head teacher Shan Qingrong, Jiang Ning didn’t plan to watch Cui Yu and Pang Jiao’s five-kiloter run anymore.
“Let’s go ho,” Jiang Ning said.
Xue Yuantong: “Isn’t school over yet?”
“Then I’m going ho by myself.” Jiang Ning started walking toward the outside of the playground.
Xue Yuantong really wanted to show so backbone and ditch Jiang Ning, her “chauffeur,” but she didn’t have the guts. Her mother had gone back to her hotown to help out today, and tonight it would only be her and Jiang Ning alone.
“Wait for .” Xue Yuantong moved off the podium and chased after Jiang Ning.
Leaving Li Shi sitting by herself.
Lin Zida and Wang Yong swaggered over: “Yo, chatting with Jiang Ning?”
Lin Zida had noticed before. Li Shi had been brought out by him to watch the excitent, so he definitely needed to pay attention to what was going on.
“It wasn’t with Jiang Ning, but with Xue Yuantong. I just realized her family is quite well-off; she actually has a chauffeur to pick her up from school,” Li Shi said, surprised.
Having a chauffeur for school pick-ups, even among the people she knew, belonged to a minority.
After hearing this, Lin Zida paused and then said,
“The ‘chauffeur’ she ntioned, it wouldn’t be Jiang Ning, would it?”
Li Shi countered: “Jiang Ning as a chauffeur? How could he drive at his age?”
Lin Zida’s expression turned strange: “He bikes Xue Yuantong to school every day.”
“Don’t believe ? Look over there,” Lin Zida pointed to a spot a hundred ters away or so.
Li Shi saw that Jiang Ning was pushing a mountain bike while Xue Yuantong was following closely behind.
“Is she lying to ?” That was the first thought that popped into Li Shi’s head.
She was a bit angry.
But when she carefully recalled the details of her conversation with Xue Yuantong, what the other party said completely matched up.
…
Running five kiloters wasn’t too difficult, and many ordinary people who ran regularly could easily manage five kiloters or even ten kiloters in under an hour.
However, Cui Yu and Pang Jiao were just ordinary high school students who didn’t practice sports, and they seldom ran such long distances.
Five kiloters was indeed very challenging for them.
Moreover, with Director Wang urging them on, they were afraid that Director Wang wouldn’t be satisfied and would report to the Academic Affairs Office.
They dared not run too slowly. By the final stage, they were almost crawling to the finish.
The onlooking students watched with great amusent, Wang Longlong and the others cheered for Cui Yu while secretly laughing.
Eventually, Cui Yu finished the five-kiloter task a whole lap ahead of Pang Jiao.
Dan Kaiquan honestly bought Lin Zida four bottles of cola, at a loss.
…
After Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong got ho, it wasn’t dark yet.
Xue Yuantong got off the back seat; her house was cold and empty without her mom.
Actually, when she was in middle school, her mom worked night shifts and often wasn’t ho at night.
At that ti, Xue Yuantong always stayed alone, locking the door tightly and keeping the lights on in her room, afraid to fall asleep as she waited for her mom to co back.
Now, with Jiang Ning next door, she felt a lot braver.
However, today, perhaps due to her physical state, Xue Yuantong suddenly felt desolate.
She moved to Jiang Ning’s room and sat down on the couch.
The sofa was very soft; it had been delivered by a small truck one weekend and fit perfectly in Jiang Ning’s room.
Thus, the sofa beca Xue Yuantong’s throne; she would curl up in it whenever she had the chance.
Jiang Ning booted up the computer and found the news channel, letting it play.
Xue Yuantong hugged a teddy bear, looking pale and weak, and curled up saying:
“Jiang Ning, have I been nice to you?”
She counted on her fingers: “I cook als for you, do your laundry, air out your quilt, and help you with revision…”
Xue Yuantong tried to make Jiang Ning realize how good she was to him.
“Look how super nice I am to you, can you cook dinner for tonight?”
Xue Yuantong pressed the teddy bear against her stomach.
This ti, Jiang Ning didn’t argue with Xue Yuantong but said with a smile:
“Sure, wait for to cook.”
Xue Yuantong almost thought she had misheard. Jiang Ning had actually agreed so readily!
Before she could talk to Jiang Ning, he had already left the room.
The room fell silent again, with only the sound of the TV program echoing in the house.
The sky grew darker, and the sound of rain began outside the window.
The rain intensified, and a string of droplets struck the eaves, splashing up sparkling water blossoms.
“The clothes drying outside!” Xue Yuantong thought of this, then realized there were no clothes outside to worry about, and her heart settled down again.
The bungalow was not low-lying, and between the bedroom of Xue Yuantong’s house and the concrete ground in the courtyard, there were several steps blocking the way; unless there was a torrential downpour, the water wouldn’t flood indoors.
The rain continued unabated, and Xue Yuantong felt hungry, which made her even weaker.
At that mont, Jiang Ning arrived at the door, holding an umbrella and carrying a pot.
“Ti to eat.”
He placed the pot on the small table, lifted the lid, and the steam wafted out, making the room feel even warr.
“Pan-fried bread.” Xue Yuantong called out.
Besides the bread, Jiang Ning had also stir-fried a dish with minced beef, garlic sprouts, and dried tofu, mixed with green and red pepper sauce.
He had observed Xue Yuantong cooking and could almost perfectly replicate her culinary skills.
He also fried three eggs.
And he made pumpkin porridge, which actually took a long ti to cook, but with Jiang Ning using Spiritual Fire to heat it evenly to the extre, the efficiency of cooking porridge was extrely high.
He brought in a basin of water: “Let’s wash our hands and eat.”
Xue Yuantong washed her little hands and volunteered:
“I’ll roll it for you.”
She took out a round piece of pan-fried bread, folded it in half, held it with her hands, scooped so minced beef with a spoon, and spread it on the bread, even generously adding a whole fried egg.
She used to give Jiang Ning half of one.
After rolling up the bread, she resisted the urge to take a bite and handed it to Jiang Ning.
Then she began to prepare her own.
The two sat close by the small table, listening to the rain outside, drinking porridge, and eating while the news of national events played on the screen.
After eating, Xue Yuantong lay down blissfully on the sofa.
So happy!
If it weren’t for a slight discomfort in her lower belly, this would undoubtedly be the ultimate happiness.
After dinner, the sky fell completely dark.
Jiang Ning took the pots and bowls back to Xue Yuantong’s house and washed them in three seconds.
Then he returned to his own room.
At nine o’clock in the evening, the rain paused briefly, Xue Yuantong went ho to shower and took the opportunity to wash her hair.
Dressed in her pajamas, she ran to Jiang Ning’s room to act pitiful.
Jiang Ning scanned her with his Divine Sense, knowing she had reached that ti of the month, and he said,
“Does your stomach hurt?”
If it had been any other ti, Xue Yuantong would have defiantly said, “Stomach hurt? Impossible!”
How could a strong person feel pain?
However, today, she felt worse than usual; she had no energy to be tough and just humd softly,
“Mm…”
“It’s lower abdominal pain,” she emphasized.
Jiang Ning asked, “Did you bring the hot water bottle?”
“I forgot,” Xue Yuantong spoke slowly, rembering how she usually used a hot water bottle to relieve so of the discomfort.
Jiang Ning pondered, “Do you need my help?”
He showed her his hand.
Xue Yuantong pressed her little hand against the palm of Jiang Ning’s hand, which was hot to the touch; undoubtedly, it would have the effect of a hot water bottle.
She was torn; on one hand, she didn’t want to reveal her frailty.
However, another wave of cramps hit her belly.
Xue Yuantong nearly let out a whimper from the pain.
“Go ahead,” Xue Yuantong closed her eyes and leaned back onto the sofa.
Her pajama top rode up a bit, revealing a segnt of enticingly pale waist.
Jiang Ning looked at his own hand, the surface of it flowing with Spiritual Power as he activated a Spell.
He leaned forward, and his hands made contact.
Imdiately, Xue Yuantong felt a wave of warmth, even more comfortable than a hot water bottle; the preceding cramps vanished, replaced by a cozy warmth that nearly lulled her to sleep.
Jiang Ning moved his hand slightly and asked her, “How does it feel?”
With her eyes closed and eyelashes trembling lightly, Xue Yuantong murmured,
“It feels like soone is rubbing my belly.”
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