The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 34

When Shang Wandong spoke, her warm breath fell against Yan Xia’s ear, like a gust of warm wind brushing past, soft and difficult to resist.

Yan Xia felt the right side of her body go briefly numb, as if dry grass had been ignited by a spark; her entire ear suddenly began to burn.

“…She feels distressed for me,” Yan Xia murmured, her mouth hanging half-open in a daze. “System, did you hear that? Little Wood said she feels distressed for me!”

System: “Stay calm, Host. I heard it. I heard it very clearly!”

Yan Xia kept chanting to herself: “She feels distressed for me, which means she cares about me. Rounding it up, I am in her heart!”

System: “…”

As an AI, it did not quite understand the emotions between humans. Could one simply become this happy over a single phrase of distress?

It said hesitantly: “I feel that Shang Wandong’s emotional values are somewhat strange; it seems the progress is too fast, which shouldn’t be happening. Host, do you want me to check Shang Wandong’s internal data?”

Yan Xia did not feel discouraged by the cold water being splashed on her; instead, her eyes sparkled and she rubbed her palms together as if her desire for a challenge had been provoked. Filled with motivation, she said: “It’s not strange; I think it’s very reasonable. Give me a little more time, and I will definitely make her call me ‘baby’ with her own mouth.”

Seeing the corners of Yan Xia’s mouth curling up wildly with excitement, nearly unable to suppress her expression, the system couldn’t help but remind her: “Fine. Host, control yourself. Pay attention to your expression; be careful not to scare Shang Wandong.”

Yan Xia took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and helped Shang Wandong into the infirmary.

She truly found it difficult to control this joy. It was like a group raid on a very, very difficult boss; just when everyone had used up their supplies and was ready to give up, a glimmer of dawn suddenly appeared.

“What happened?” The infirmary teacher heard the footsteps and looked up, a trace of surprise appearing on her face when she saw them.

Yan Xia pressed Shang Wandong down into a chair and said, “She has a cold.”

Hearing this, the medical teacher performed some basic checks on Shang Wandong and finally nodded: “It is indeed a cold, and there is a slight low-grade fever.”

Yan Xia glanced at Shang Wandong and said, “I told you it was a cold, but she wouldn’t admit it.”

Shang Wandong pursed her lips listlessly, a thermometer tucked under her arm, her entire being radiating a low-pressure aura.

This reminded Yan Xia of a meme Face written with happiness.jpg.

Oh dear, the child was feeling aggrieved.

Yan Xia couldn’t help but pinch her face, but Shang Wandong tilted her head to avoid it.

She covered her face and let out a small “Achoo!”, the tip of her nose turning red as she said in a muffled voice, “Don’t touch me, it will spread to you.”

Yan Xia smiled and said, “Then wipe your nose.” She pulled out a tissue and handed it to Shang Wandong.

“Are you sleepy? If you’re sleepy, sleep on the hospital bed over there for a while,” the medical teacher asked with concern. “I’ll go get you some cold medicine; you’ll be better after taking it for a few days.”

Shang Wandong sat on the bed, sitting upright and persistent with a frown: “I can get better even without taking it.”

Hearing this, Yan Xia put her hands on her hips and said with a serious face: “No. If you don’t take a small cold seriously, it can turn into pneumonia.”

The doctor on the side smiled and nodded: “She is right. You must take it seriously; don’t rely on being young to overdraw your body’s health at will.”

Yan Xia lifted her chin proudly: “Did you hear that? Even the doctor says so.”

Shang Wandong: “…I heard you.”

The two said in unison: “Then lie down quickly!”

Under the onslaught of their words, Shang Wandong helplessly pursed her lips: “…Fine.”

“Rest for a bit.” Yan Xia pulled over a chair and sat next to her, coaxing, “How can you get better quickly without taking medicine?”

Shang Wandong leaned against the pillow looking sickly. Her skin was naturally cold and white, but now it showed a few hints of sickly pallor; her eyes were misty, and an unnatural flush floated on her cheeks.

She looked very pitiful, yet also a bit cute.

Yan Xia thought to herself: It makes one want to bully her ruthlessly.

She stood up, intending to pour some water for Shang Wandong, but was suddenly pulled back.

Shang Wandong looked up at her: “Where are you going?”

Yan Xia blinked: “To pour water for you.”

Shang Wandong: “I’m not thirsty.”

“Your lips are almost dry enough to peel.” Yan Xia pried her hand away, incidentally scratching her palm. “Be good, I’ll be right back.”

Shang Wandong then let go of Yan Xia, her gaze following Yan Xia’s retreating back.

When Yan Xia returned with the hot water and cold medicine, Shang Wandong was looking down, her hands placed on the quilt, the tip of her nose red, and her curly eyelashes half-shielding her eyes, looking like a sparse, wilted flower.

Yan Xia sat by the bed and thoughtfully unscrewed the oral liquid, inserting a straw.

“Drink it.”

Shang Wandong looked at the large words “Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid” on the bottle and fell silent for a moment.

“Why aren’t you drinking?” Yan Xia rested her chin on her hand, observing her thoughtfully.

Yan Xia arched her eyebrow, a sudden realization hitting her: “Could it be that you are afraid of the bitterness?”

Shang Wandong glanced at her, a hint of warning appearing in her eyes.

This person’s “idol baggage” (image consciousness) was so heavy!

“I’ll go get you some candy.” Yan Xia stifled a laugh and rose from the chair. “Where do you keep your mints? In the drawer?”

Shang Wandong quickly grabbed her: “No need.”

After saying that, she gripped the oral liquid, paused for a moment with her long lashes trembling slightly, closed her eyes, and drank it all in one breath.

She didn’t hesitate at all; it was very swift.

“You drank it all, Sister.” Yan Xia picked up the bottle to take a look; it was already empty. She rubbed Shang Wandong’s head and praised her sincerely, “You’re so good, you’re amazing!”

Shang Wandong looked at her expressionlessly without speaking, her whole body radiating a cold air.

The corners of her mouth were turned down, making her look a bit fierce; her silence was particularly intimidating.

Yan Xia, however, was like an experienced beast tamer, smiling as she squeezed the paws of the unhappy big cat and rubbed her face, kneading it over and over again, occasionally adding a praise: “Sister, you are really remarkable!”

Shang Wandong: “…”

She couldn’t feel angry anymore. Devoid of temper, she turned her head away and let out a small sneeze.

Yan Xia curled her eyes and handed her water, saying: “This is my encouragement filled with love. Did you feel it, Sister?”

Shang Wandong finished the whole cup with a gulp and said heartlessly: “The greatest encouragement for me is if you don’t talk.”

Yan Xia leaned on the quilt, stifling her laughter.

Shang Wandong really brought her too many surprises.

“Is the medicine finished?” The medical teacher lifted the curtain and took a look, then chuckled. “What are you laughing at so happily?”

Shang Wandong said with an icy face: “It’s finished.”

Yan Xia looked up, her whole face red from laughing, and waved her hand: “Nothing, nothing, just a small thing.”

This matter could not be told to others; she had to maintain Little Wood’s self-esteem.

How could the Great School Beauty have flaws? They didn’t exist!

The school doctor looked back and forth between the two of them and suddenly realized: “Have you been to the infirmary before?” She pointed at Yan Xia and said, “You fainted before, right?”

Yan Xia nodded: “You still remember.”

“I remember. Wandong came to get medicine for her susceptible period.” The school doctor sighed, “I didn’t expect that today the two of you would be reversed, and the one who got sick is her.”

Yan Xia said with a smile: “The world is unpredictable.”

At that time, she and Shang Wandong were not familiar, but now they were already friends.

The school doctor nodded: “Alright, then you two stay here. If you’re sleepy, sleep for a while. Call me if anything happens.”

Yan Xia agreed and watched her lift the curtain and walk out.

She pulled back her smile and asked, “Sister, are you sleepy?”

Shang Wandong gave an “Mhm” and lay down on the bed. Her black hair spread out like shiny black silk, and her lips appeared slightly darker in color due to the illness.

She lay on her back, her eyes gradually closing: “You go back to class.”

“I’ll stay with you,” Yan Xia said. “Just sleep, don’t worry.”

Shang Wandong did not answer. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after only a moment, she fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Xia thought: She fell asleep so quickly; she must be really tired.

A cold might be minor, but being truly sick is quite hard to endure.

She lay by the bed observing for a while and discovered that this fellow, Shang Wandong, had very good sleeping posture; she was exceptionally well-behaved, neither kicking the quilt nor moving randomly. Even after sleeping for ten minutes, she hadn’t turned over once.

Yan Xia rested her chin on one hand, wondering: She clearly has such good posture when she sleeps alone, so why does she like to hug people randomly when she’s with me?

Is this some hidden setting?

She couldn’t help but stand up and look closer.

Shang Wandong’s eyelashes were very dense, like two neatly arranged small combs, naturally curling upward and trembling from time to time; her slender eyebrows were slightly knit together.

It didn’t look like she was having a good dream.

Yan Xia pondered for a moment and quietly released a bit of pheromones.

A fresh lemon scent silently diffused, like a gurgling river flowing through the entire room.

Shang Wandong was still in her susceptible period; perhaps she needed the comfort of Yan Xia’s pheromones.

Sure enough, on the hospital bed, Shang Wandong’s tightly knit brows slowly relaxed.

Yan Xia was completely relieved.

She suddenly felt that letting Shang Wandong mark her was an incredibly correct decision.

Seeing that the other party no longer had any problems, Yan Xia sat down by the bed, picked up a medical magazine nearby, and began to read.

With this look, more than an hour passed.

The bright morning sun shone through the gray curtains, filtering out the heat and leaving only a deep brightness.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees moved, rustling in the wind.

Yan Xia looked up, twisted her aching neck, and her gaze fell upon Shang Wandong.

Shang Wandong maintained the same sleeping posture as before, still showing no signs of waking up.

Yan Xia rubbed her eyes and couldn’t help but yawn, feeling that she was also getting a bit sleepy.

She leaned her upper body on the bed, burying herself in the crook of her arm, closing her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, Shang Wandong beside her trembled slightly.

Yan Xia woke up instantly: “Sister?!”

Shang Wandong’s eyes were tightly closed, and her lips moved slightly, emitting intermittent sounds, as if she were saying something.

Yan Xia was startled and subconsciously leaned in to listen. The voice was pressed very low, extremely light, carrying a trace of undetectable sadness, like a flickering candle in the wind that was soon to burn out.

“…Don’t…”

“Go…”

“…Don’t go.”

“Don’t go where? Who?”

Yan Xia suddenly felt an inexplicable bitterness. She blinked, feeling both surprised and confused in her heart.

Who was Shang Wandong grieving for in her dream? Was it Shang Ruyun, or someone she didn’t know?

In the next second, she saw a trace of transparent liquid suddenly slide from the corner of Shang Wandong’s eye, falling heavily into the pillow.

Yan Xia’s heart was shaken. She reached out and anxiously shook the person on the bed: “Sister, Sister! Wake up!”

A short while later, Shang Wandong slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was Yan Xia’s worried expression: “Sister, did you have a nightmare?”

Shang Wandong’s eyes were moist, with a lingering tear stain at the corner of her eye; she looked fragile and dazed.

She was silent for a long while before saying in a low voice: “…Yes.”

Yan Xia pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

This made her realize more vividly that Shang Wandong was not a conquest target simply stacked with cold data, but a “human” with flesh and blood.

She also had a painful past and would also be sad.

“What did you dream about? Can you tell me?”

Shang Wandong slowly shook her head.

Her voice was cold and clear: “You wouldn’t want to know.”

Yan Xia nodded and didn’t ask further, but instead opened her arms toward her: “Then, a hug.”

Shang Wandong paused, then slowly moved closer to Yan Xia, being held fully in the other’s embrace.

The scent of sea salt gradually settled, like a tide that had finally calmed.

Yan Xia gently patted Shang Wandong’s back. She heard Shang Wandong’s voice sound in her ear: “Yan Xia, thank you.”

“Don’t be so polite,” Yan Xia said with a smile, almost as if joking. “If you want to thank me, just give me a kiss.”

In the next second, a soft touch landed on her cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water, retreating as soon as it touched.

Yan Xia froze.

Shang Wandong looked away and asked softly in embarrassment: “Is it like this?”

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