My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 44 Not His Girlfriend

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Not His Girlfriend

Soon, it was Friday.

Today is the Go game competition.

Fu Ying was lying on her desk, feeling groggy and sleepy.

Having just recovered from a fever, she caught a cold again.

As the bell rang for class, Tan Ruonian walked in: "Students participating in the Go competition, head to the multimedia classroom now, the preliminary round is starting."

Fu Ying didn’t react, she sniffled and looked out the window.

Li Hanyi nudged her: "Boss, are you chickening out?"

Fu Ying still hadn’t reacted when Tan Ruonian repeated: "Students participating in the Go competition, go to the multimedia classroom now for the preliminary round."

Fu Ying rubbed her stuffy nose and got up to leave the classroom.

Tan Ruonian watched her groggy appearance with a worried face.

Probably she would be eliminated in the first round.

He didn’t expect Fu Ying to win any awards.

"Alright, let’s study by ourselves."

Halfway through the self-study class, Tan Ruonian’s gaze turned to the door; there were students returning with disappointed looks, but no sign of Fu Ying.

After a while, Zhou Wei also came back, still no sign of Fu Ying.

Tan Ruonian was slightly surprised.

Li Hanyi speculated with a doubtful look: "Could the boss have fainted halfway?"

Du Yong laughed: "Wouldn’t it be good if she fainted? It saves embarrassment."

Du Yong’s deskmate followed up: "Hilarious, I really don’t know why she participated in the competition."

Someone patted Zhou Wei: "Did Fu Ying go for the competition?"

Zhou Wei, looking defeated with red eyes, replied irritably: "I don’t know."

The boy sneered: "It’s just not advancing to the next round, why so serious?"

Zhou Wei bit her lip and started to cry on the desk.

The rest of the boys looked at each other.

"Girls really fucking love to cry, they cry over anything, it’s not a big deal."

"Just a damn competition, am I still going to school or what."

Their whispers, though quiet, were very striking during the self-study class. Tan Ruonian looked up and scolded: "Stop whispering!"

The boys sheepishly shrank their necks.

It wasn’t until the evening self-study that Fu Ying returned.

While walking to the classroom and rubbing her nose, she entered and saw Tan Ruonian sitting on the podium, which startled her.

"Reporting."

"Come in."

Fu Ying approached Tan Ruonian: "Um, teacher, I have to participate tomorrow, can I be excused from the evening self-study?"

"???"

Tan Ruonian: "What did you say?"

"I’m going for the competition."

The girl’s face was calm, without any joy from advancing, Tan Ruonian felt she was lying.

Tan Ruonian asked suspiciously: "You advanced?"

"Yes."

"Do you play Go?"

"But I advanced."

"..." Tan Ruonian had a complex expression, "You, go take your seat."

Tan Ruonian took his phone and stepped out of the classroom to check the names of the students who had advanced.

Upon hearing the information about Fu Ying from Class Five of Grade One, Tan Ruonian was shocked.

A poor student, representing the school to compete against other schools.

He did not know whom this was really insulting.

Fu Ying returned to her seat, Du Yong eagerly turned around: "Really?"

"Yes."

Li Hanyi: "You advanced?"

"Yes."

"Damn, it’s like fucking dreaming, when did the boss become interested in playing chess? When did she learn it?"

Fu Ying: "Since childhood."

Du Yong: "I’ve never heard you mention it."

Li Hanyi: "Boss, well kept secrets huh."

Fu Ying smiled: "I was forced to learn."

She could also sew, having learned from the aunts in the palace, often pricking her fingers until they bled.

Unnoticed, the evening self-study ended, and at nine o’clock, Fu Mingchuan sent a message saying he didn’t have time to pick her up and asked her to wait for Fu Yan.

Fu Ying waited for a while, half an hour passed and Fu Yan was still not there.

Just as Fu Ying was preparing to stand by the roadside to flag down a taxi, an electric bike suddenly stopped in front of her.

Xia Jinyun smiled at her: "Little Sister."

"Shall I give you a ride?" Xia Jinyun patted the bike, "Do you mind?"

Although her relationship with Shen Liguang seemed quite complicated.

But Fu Ying really couldn’t find herself disliking Xia Jinyun at all.

She looked so kind, so gentle, always giving a special sense of security.

She shook her head: "I don’t mind."

Xia Jinyun took out a helmet from under the seat and put it on her.

"Hold tight, let’s go."

Fu Ying involuntarily wrapped her arms around her waist.

The electric bike wasn’t fast, moving along the roadside, the wind blowing in their faces carried a smell of earth.

Xia Jinyun suddenly asked: "Your older brother has a day off tomorrow, right?"

Fu Ying paused: "Seems like it."

Xia Jinyun paused, then asked: "Will your brother come home tonight?"

"He should." Fu Ying’s voice was mild, nasal, "Do you know my brother?"

Xia Jinyun gave an awkward smile: "I know your brother, your brother doesn’t know me. When I was in middle school, your younger brother was at our school, so I often saw your brother come to our school to pick up his brother."

"Later, when I was in the first grade, he was in the third, he was a good student, as was Shen Liguang, they were famous in their school back then."

Fu Ying clenched her fingers: "Are you Brother Li Guang’s girlfriend?"

Xia Jiny had couldn’t help but "Pfft" laugh: "How did you guess?"

"Because of the hairpin you gave me, he had one too, I thought he gave it to you."

Fu Ying couldn’t help but want to laugh foolishly, yet felt bittersweet.

It turned out she had always misunderstood.

"That was actually bought by me." Xia Jinyun sighed, her tone bitter yet clear, "When my mother needed money for her surgery and I had no choice but to seek death, it was Shen Liguang who saved me, I’m very grateful to him."

Fu Ying went silent for a while before she realized, the time back at school, in the small woods, she saw Shen Liguang rescue a girl and walk out from the woods, that girl was her.

Fu Ying didn’t know what to say, after a long while, she carefully asked: "How is your mother now?"

Xia Jinyun: "Yes, she’s doing very well, thank God and Uncle Fu."