mesbooks Chapter 63 This is perfectly normal, don't be nervous.
Chapter 63 This is perfectly normal, don't be nervous.
He Fei at that time was already a business elite, with a powerful aura and radiant presence, completely different from the cautious and somewhat timid deskmate he remembered from high school. He was incredibly surprised at the time.
Hmm, it seems that after entering the new environment of university, some kind of invisible "seal" on He Fei is gradually being broken, and she is beginning to transform quietly like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
As He Fei gradually becomes more confident and cheerful, she does indeed appear more lively and adorable, making it easier for people to develop a liking for her.
"Chen Zhiyuan, why don't you go find a seat? I'll get the food. What would you like to eat?" He Fei volunteered enthusiastically.
Chen Zhiyuan smiled and said, "No need, let's go together and see what good dishes we have today."
"Okay, let's go together!" He Fei readily agreed and happily followed him.
The two of them stood in line together for food.
Chen Zhiyuan chose two meat dishes and one vegetable dish that he liked, and the portions were generous.
He Fei initially only ordered the cheapest dish of stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, but when she caught sight of the abundant dishes on Chen Zhiyuan's plate, she hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, and seemed to have made up her mind. Finally, she ordered another dish of stir-fried pork slices with green peppers.
After getting her food, He Fei went to the soup pot and got two bowls of free tomato and egg soup.
The soup was rich and flavorful, with plenty of tomato slices and egg flowers visible inside, along with a few bright green scallions floating on top. It was clearly made with sincerity, unlike the crystal-clear "hot pot water" found in some canteens in later generations.
The two found a relatively quiet corner to sit down and began to eat and chat.
However, after only a few bites and a few words, a discordant element emerged.
A male student who looked to be a sophomore or junior walked straight to their table with a tray in his hand and a confident smile on his face.
He basically ignored Chen Zhiyuan's presence, his gaze falling directly on He Fei, and he struck up a conversation in a familiar tone: "Junior He Fei, what a coincidence, you're eating here too?"
As he spoke, he naturally wanted to sit down in the empty seat next to them.
He Fei's smiling face instantly turned cold.
It was a clear, aloof coldness and distance, completely different from how she had been talking to Chen Zhiyuan earlier.
"Excuse me, this place is taken. Please go somewhere else."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, leaving no room for negotiation.
The boy paused, looked at the empty seat, then at He Fei's cold expression, and his smile froze, making him look somewhat embarrassed and awkward.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but under He Fei's unwavering and indifferent gaze, he ultimately said nothing and could only turn around and leave dejectedly with the plate in his hand.
Chen Zhiyuan remained silent throughout, simply watching the scene with great interest, finding it quite amusing and even secretly smug.
He Fei is now warm and proactive towards me, and we are getting closer every day, but she seems to have erected an invisible ice wall around other boys who try to get close to her.
This contrast made him feel good.
To Chen Zhiyuan's surprise, after driving the boy away, He Fei's face did not relax; instead, a hint of tension and worry appeared.
She quickly turned to Chen Zhiyuan and hurriedly explained, "Chen Zhiyuan, I don't know him at all! He's just a senior in our School of Economics and Management. I met him once on the day of registration, and afterwards... he always tried to talk to me very enthusiastically, but I... I haven't really paid any attention to him."
Seeing her explain so urgently, even somewhat flusteredly, as if afraid of being misunderstood, Chen Zhiyuan's mischievousness turned into a gentle smile.
He laughed heartily and said in a relaxed tone, "I know. It's perfectly normal for pretty girls to have boys wanting to get to know them in college. Don't be nervous."
Upon hearing this, He Fei's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and a weight was lifted from her heart.
Immediately, a secret joy quietly crept into my heart—was he just... complimenting my looks?
This realization made her cheeks flush slightly, and her heart felt as if a piece of candy had been thrown in, bringing a sweet sensation.
Her mood brightened, and He Fei's face broke into a smile again, even more radiant than before.
She picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers from her own plate and casually placed it on Chen Zhiyuan's rice, saying in a light voice, "Try this stir-fried pork, I think it tastes pretty good!"
Chen Zhiyuan readily agreed, picked it up, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and nodded in praise: "Hmm, the taste is indeed very good, and the cooking time is just right."
After the minor incident, the atmosphere between the two became relaxed and harmonious again, and they chatted and laughed without being disturbed by anyone.
The lunch lasted for more than twenty minutes before ending amidst pleasant conversation.
At 5 p.m. sharp, Chen Zhiyuan appeared at the entrance of the track and field stadium.
As the sun sets, it casts a warm golden glow on the red track.
From afar, he spotted Lin Jun, Su Bingying, and several others. They were already waiting there, with some training equipment beside them, indicating they had arrived a short while ago.
Chen Zhiyuan quickened his pace, jogging over to greet them, "Good afternoon, Teacher Lin and Teacher Su."
Lin Jun nodded slightly, without any intention of pleasantries, and went straight to the point, his tone crisp and clear: "Xiao Chen, time is precious, let's begin training now."
The primary task this afternoon is to learn and master the correct starting technique.
"This is the foundation of the 100-meter dash, and it's also your weakest point, the area you most need to improve." His voice was steady and powerful, carrying the authority unique to a professional coach.
The head coach of the national team is actually personally giving one-on-one basic instruction!
Su Bingying, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but feel a little envious. He thought to himself: If this got out, I wonder how many professional athletes and coaches would be green with envy!
Faced with this "high-level" private tutoring, Chen Zhiyuan remained remarkably calm.
He didn't show any surprise or excitement, but quickly got into a focused state of study.
He listened attentively to every word of Lin Jun's explanation, his eyes following the other's demonstrations. As he listened, he quickly understood, broke down, and memorized every technical point and detail in his mind.
This focus and composure made Lin Jun nod in approval.
After explaining the technical points, Lin Jun personally bent down and demonstrated a near-textbook-perfect crouch start on the starting blocks, his movements fluid and explosive.
He stood up and dusted off his hands.
In fact, he was fully prepared mentally: Chen Zhiyuan was a complete beginner who had never been exposed to professional training before. He estimated that every movement would need to be explained and corrected repeatedly before muscle memory could be formed.