mesbooks Chapter 29 I don't want to be in a relationship right now
Chapter 29 I don't want to be in a relationship right now
Zhao Guoqiang and Wang Xiujuan exchanged another glance, stood up simultaneously in tacit understanding, quietly left their daughter's room, and gently closed the door behind them.
They knew that anything they said at this point would be futile.
Some hurdles can only be overcome by the daughter herself.
Time flowed by peacefully, day by day.
Several days have passed since the release of college entrance examination scores, and the day for checking the admission results for key undergraduate programs is drawing ever closer.
Chen Zhiyuan's life these days has been very regular: he exercises every morning without fail, writes his manuscript at home in the morning, and relaxes for an hour or two at an internet cafe in the afternoon, balancing work and rest.
He would almost always "bump into" He Fei during his morning run.
The two would naturally stop and chat for a few minutes.
Gradually, they seemed to become more and more familiar with each other, and He Fei became more talkative, no longer blushing and reserved as easily as at the beginning.
She also brought her younger sister He Lin to Chen Zhiyuan's house again, where they read with great interest his newly written manuscript of 20,000 to 30,000 words.
That day, Chen Zhiyuan, as usual, wore his eye-catching red basketball jersey with the number 23 and sports shorts, and went for a morning run along his familiar route.
Sweat trickled down my forehead, carrying with it the exhilarating feeling after exercise.
He jogged into the residential area of Shuguang Machinery Factory, and just as he was about to turn into his own building, he paused slightly—a figure was standing not far ahead.
It's Zhao Sisi.
It had been quite a while since I'd seen her, and she seemed to have lost some weight, her face looked rather haggard, and she exuded a listless aura, clearly not in good condition.
However, Chen Zhiyuan remained calm and undisturbed, and her appearance did not stir up the slightest ripple.
He didn't stop, nor did he intend to slow down, preparing to run straight past her as if he hadn't seen her.
"Chen Zhiyuan!" Zhao Sisi called out to him, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency and... grievance?
Chen Zhiyuan stopped, turned around, his expression calm, even somewhat indifferent, exuding a distinct sense of distance: "What is it?"
Sensing his icy, unapproachable demeanor, Zhao Sisi's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and a surge of immense resentment welled up within her: "Chen Zhiyuan... you weren't like this to me before."
Chen Zhiyuan remained unmoved, his tone still indifferent: "Get to the point. I need to go home and take a shower; I'm all sweaty and uncomfortable."
Zhao Sisi bit her lower lip and handed over the plastic bag she had been carrying: "I know you haven't had breakfast yet... This is some soup dumplings and soy milk I bought for you..."
Chen Zhiyuan glanced at what she was holding, then suddenly smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he didn't reach out to take it: "No need, my mom left me breakfast, you can eat it yourself."
He paused, sounding somewhat impatient: "What is it? If there's nothing else, I really want to go back and take a shower."
Seeing his impatient expression, Zhao Sisi felt a pang of pain in her heart. As if she had made up her mind, she suddenly raised her head, her voice filled with a resolute determination: "Chen Zhiyuan! I... I agree to be with you now. You can pursue me!"
After saying this, an unnatural flush appeared on her face, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of...arrogance.
It was as if this was the greatest blessing she could bestow.
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan was slightly taken aback at first, then his smile widened, even carrying a hint of undisguised mockery.
He answered loudly, his voice clear and crisp:
"No need, I don't want to be in a relationship right now."
After saying that, he didn't look at her again, turned around, and walked towards his apartment building without looking back.
The morning light stretched his departing shadow long, making it appear incredibly resolute.
Two large tears, which she could no longer hold back, slid down Zhao Sisi's fair cheeks and dripped onto the plastic bag in her hand, leaving a small wet patch.
When Chen Zhiyuan confessed his feelings to her with great sincerity, she casually rejected him with the words, "I don't want to be in a relationship right now."
Now, the tables have turned, and Chen Zhiyuan has returned those words to her verbatim.
For Chen Zhiyuan, today's little incident doesn't even qualify as an "incident."
He went home, took a shower, and completely forgot about it.
Life went on as usual.
He still exercises and writes every day, and he also took time to go to the driving school to take the theory test and the practical test, which he passed easily. In a few days, he will be able to take the practical test.
Time flies, and it's already August 10th.
At 8:00 AM today, the admission status of key undergraduate programs will be officially available for inquiry.
After getting up, Chen Zhiyuan, unusually, did not immediately change into his sportswear and go out.
Zhang Hui, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, peeked out and asked curiously, "Son, aren't you going for a run today?"
While flexing his wrists, Chen Zhiyuan replied, "Mom, did you forget? We can check the admission results for the undergraduate program today."
Zhang Hui smiled but didn't reply.
Of course she remembered, but... she held absolutely no hope.
My son only scored one point above the cutoff for top-tier universities, and he applied to Jiangnan University, one of the top universities in the country. How could he possibly have a chance?
Chen Jianjun, who was sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper, also heard this and couldn't help but laugh and interject, "Son, you really think you can get into Jiangnan University? Unless our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"
Chen Zhiyuan, however, had a confident look on his face. He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It will be eight o'clock in a little over half an hour. We'll soon find out whether our ancestral graves are smoking or not."
"Alright, alright, come and have breakfast first." Zhang Hui came out carrying two steaming bowls of fragrant shredded pork noodles and placed them on the table.
Smelling the familiar aroma, Chen Zhiyuan was the first to sit down at the table, pick up his chopsticks, and scoop up a large mouthful of noodles, stuffing it into his mouth. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction: "Mom, your shredded pork noodles are absolutely amazing! I can never get enough of them, they're so delicious!"
Zhang Hui was amused by him and smiled broadly: "Eat more if you like it, there's more in the kitchen."
The family of three sat around the dining table eating breakfast.
Chen Zhiyuan had a great appetite and ate a whole bowl of noodles, soup and all, clean.
Chen Jianjun finished eating, habitually took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a satisfying puff. His expression seemed to say: "A cigarette after a meal is the best thing ever."
Zhang Hui frowned slightly and waved away the drifting smoke: "From now on, smoke on the balcony! It's suffocating, the smell is so strong!"
Chen Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Mom, you should confiscate all his cigarettes later. He's bound to lose the bet I made."
Chen Jianguo laughed heartily, flicked his cigarette ash, and said with complete disbelief, "Son, I told you long ago, unless my ancestors' graves emit auspicious smoke, I can't lose!"
Chen Zhiyuan didn't argue with him, but just smiled and looked at the clock on the wall.
Finally, the clock hands steadily pointed to eight o'clock in the morning.
The atmosphere in the living room fell into an inexplicable silence for a moment.