Chapter 1: New World 04
My lower abdomen was hurting more and more. I stood under the shade of the tree, holding my stomach and not saying anything.
The soprano beside her was busy fanning Mo Beibei. Mo Beibei's mother looked sad as she took the lemonade from the driver who ran over and fed it to Mo Beibei.
I stood aside and watched these people busying around. The hot sweat on my forehead flowed into my eyes again. My stomach felt sour and I felt like vomiting. I dry-heaved several times but failed.
"Let's go! I'll lead the way!"
Suddenly, a cold hand fell on my shoulder, followed by a cold voice. I looked up and saw the "senior" frowning.
"Didn't you say I'm not from our department? Why do you bring me along?" I awkwardly shook off his hand and spoke unhappily.
I really think his blue and white checkered shirt is eye-catching.
"You were about to collapse, weren't you? Your face was pale, your lips were purple, your body was shaking, you were wrapped in a bathrobe, and there was blood on your calves. If someone didn't know, they would think something had happened to you and that you were affecting your image as a freshman in school."
As the man spoke, he picked up my suitcase and turned back to look at me coldly.
"What do you mean I thought so? Something happened to me in the first place! I was hit by a whole bottle of drink, how can I say I'm okay?" I glared back at him fiercely, picked up the bath towel that was about to fall, and followed him cursing.
It's better to go with that guy than to wait in the sun. My legs are sore from standing for so long, and my period is coming, which makes me dizzy. The most important thing is that even if I put on a sanitary pad, it can't stop the rush of my period!
"Classmate, what's your name?" We walked along the tree-lined avenue and turned onto the mountain road. We were both silent all the way, and I finally couldn't help it.
"Aren't you tired? You still have the energy to talk!" The man looked back at me and said with sweat on his forehead.
I glanced at my suitcase in his hand and jumped up several steps to catch up with him.
"You don't seem tired! You still have the energy to talk nonsense!" I sneered, my eyes fixed on the boy's face. I only saw his profile just now, and it was amazing. Now that I see his full face, I can only say that his profile is better.
He was not ugly, he was good-looking. Compared with his delicate profile, his overall facial features were not outstanding, but he was clean, handsome and pleasing to the eye. However, there was a deep feeling between his eyebrows, his eyes were deep, and his expression was arrogant and indifferent.
He is not as handsome as Lin Feng, and does not look as gentle as Lin Feng, but they are the same, they are both "blue and white plaid fans".
I used to like boys who wore plaid shirts and had fair skin, because they looked clean. Later, I found that one cannot judge a person’s cleanliness by appearance alone. Back then, Lin Feng wore plaid shirts to perfection and looked handsome to the bone, but he still betrayed me.
My eyes kept following the light blue plaid shirt, and the pain in my lower abdomen became even worse.
"Leng Zimo!" The cold voice suddenly sounded again.
"Huh?" I responded blankly.
The boy rolled his eyes, looked like he wanted to die, glanced at me with a twitching mouth, and turned his head away.
"Leng Zimo, my name is, remember to call me senior from now on!" The man continued to climb the stone steps carrying the box without looking back. I suddenly realized that he was answering my question just now.
Leng Zimo!
I muttered his name, looked at the cold back, and shrugged.
This name suits him quite well.
"My name is Ai Ye!"
"I know, the girl who just had heatstroke screamed!" Leng Zimo said coldly, and suddenly stopped.
I looked up in confusion and found that we had arrived in front of a building.
"This is the freshman dormitory building for your Foreign Languages Department . I was so anxious to bring you to the dormitory that I forgot to take you to the registration office to check the class division. Forget it. The Foreign Languages Department is only recruiting two classes this year. How do you write your name? I'll go to the dormitory manager to ask which dormitory you will live in, and then go to get the key and bedding."
"Why are you in such a hurry? How can a freshman not know which class he is assigned to when he registers? Take me to the registration office first, so I can check which class I am in."
I grabbed Leng Zimo's clothes unhappily and was about to leave, but Leng Zimo frowned and shook me off.
"What are you looking for? Just write your name to me. There are only two classes. We can find out by checking with the dormitory manager. Besides, you are in this state now. Where else do you want to embarrass yourself? After you get the key, go to the dormitory and take a shower!"
Leng Zimo yelled at me, and I subconsciously lowered my head to look at my legs which were covered in blood and stains, and I felt sick.
There were a lot of people in the dormitory management office, and they were all parents, surrounding the dormitory management aunt who was busy collecting keys and dormitory supplies.
I stared blankly at the group of aunties who were scrambling to get things. I felt a little bitter in my heart. I sniffed my sore nose and swallowed the salty sweat into my mouth.
If my mom was here, she definitely wouldn't have fought with those aunties for the place. She's such an elegant woman! It must have been me who squeezed into the crowd.
Of course she couldn’t come, and I didn’t have the energy to snatch it at the moment.
Dysmenorrhea, discomfort.
There were many freshmen standing nearby, watching their parents grabbing things, and one after another they looked towards me.
Needless to say, I do look weird and embarrassing right now.
It's ok, let them watch if they want! Isn't the purpose of life to be watched by others?
"Why are you crying?"
My face suddenly felt cold, and Leng Zimo's face suddenly enlarged in front of me. His cold fingers rubbed my face clumsily and impatiently, and then he quickly took off his dazzling blue and white plaid shirt and put it on me with a gloomy face.
Leng Zimo was very tall, a head taller than me, I guessed he was about 1.8 meters tall. The shirt was on me, covering my legs, just enough to cover my hot pants and bath towel, and also covered my bloody legs.
Although I hate blue and white plaid shirts, this outfit is quite concealing at this moment.
"Who is crying? Sweat is flowing into your eyes. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" I wiped my face and looked at Leng Zimo, who was only wearing a dark blue Nike vest, and argued cunningly.
Leng Zimo didn't comment, put the box next to me, and said condescendingly: "Wait here, I'll go get the things."
"Hello! My name is..."
I remembered that I hadn't told that guy how to write my name yet, but Leng Zimo had already squeezed in among the parents, standing out like a crane among chickens.
There was constant noise around me, and the students' parents were shouting non-stop, and my words were drowned out.
Never mind, there is no need to look for a name, as long as the pronunciation is the same, it is me. There are not many people with the surname "Ai", and there should be no one with the same name as me in two classes!
"English Class 1, Dormitory 601, Room 2, let's go!"
Not long after, Leng Zimo emerged from the crowd, holding a key and a large plastic bag in her hand.
