My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 63: The More Ragged He Is, the More Handsome He Becomes

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The More Ragged He Is, the More Handsome He Becomes

The high school entrance exams have ended and they still have a month of holiday left.

Fu Ying leaned over her desk with flushed cheeks, taking a deep breath.

Last night, she had a dream filled with tender affection, and woke up with a fever.

It was the same the first time she had that dream.

She had a fever then too.

Truly, a burning desire.

Fu Ying bit her lip, feeling embarrassingly shy.

Lin Lishan came back from the cafeteria and seeing her lying on the desk, walked over and asked, "What’s wrong? Thinking about men again like last time?"

Fu Ying awkwardly looked away, breathing heavily: "Not at all."

"Then coming over early in the morning flushed and red-eared, it really makes people wonder."

"I caught a cold from the air conditioning last night."

"If it really gets bad, I’ll take you to the medical office, don’t hold out."

Fu Ying licked her dry lips, her throat sore: "I’ve taken some medicine."

"In the next English class, if you look listless I bet they’ll definitely talk about you."

Fu Ying sniffled and pulled out her English textbook.

Lin Lishan glanced at her and reminded: "Today we’re discussing the test paper."

Fu Ying then pulled out the test papers.

Staring at the blank space, she shivered.

She had written last night, but which parts she didn’t understand, she thought to leave and write later, but then she fell asleep.

"I knew you didn’t write it, here, take this."

Lin Lishan handed her the English test paper.

Fu Ying took it and began writing hurriedly, narrowly escaping trouble.

During the English class, it started raining, turning the formerly clear sky dark with clouds.

Suddenly, it got so dark in the room, it felt like late night.

Wen Tian turned on the classroom lights, restoring brightness.

The rain continued until evening.

Not just rain, but the wind was strong too, and the school decided last minute to cancel evening self-study, advising everyone to go home and stay safe.

When Fu Ying got home, she saw Fu Mingchuan watching the news.

The news was reporting on the impact of the typhoon and heavy rainfall in some areas.

In some coastal cities in the east, heavy rainfall caused waterlogging which couldn’t be drained in time, leading to urban flooding.

In some remote mountainous areas, persistent heavy rain triggered landslides and mudslides, posing great danger to the villagers.

Jiazhou City’s fire brigade received an alert and immediately deployed for rescue.

Shen Liguang was away for nearly a month during that time.

She heard that her older brother went to fight the floods; he went for the disaster relief.

Jiazhou City was also affected by the typhoon, and the rain continued for several days.

It wasn’t heavy, just a steady drizzle, but it never stopped.

The classroom atmosphere turned gloomy; the students were anxious, saying it felt like the end of the world had come.

Rainy days, affecting the mood.

Fu Ying felt a void within her.

Knowing he was at work, also knowing she had no reason to disturb him, and even more aware that he was rescuing people from danger, she forced herself not to be whimsical, forcing herself to study hard before the final exams.

Later, while reviewing late into the night, she suddenly realized, it wasn’t that she missed him or wanted to see him, but that she was worried about him.

Fu Ying, just sixteen years old, suddenly understood the difference between love and liking.

That night, she opened her diary and wrote: He is Li Guang, he is hope, he is hope, and hope means clear skies.

A few more days went by and it still kept raining.

She had forgotten how long it had been since she last saw the sun.

People are like flowers, no matter how much water they get, without sunlight, they still lose their luster.

In the heat of summer, they began to love the sun.

Fu Ying stood at the station with an umbrella, waiting for Fu Mingchuan to pick her up; due to the rain, there were few people on the platform.

Beside her, Lin Lishan sighed: "Fu Ying, it keeps raining recently, it’s so annoying."

Fu Ying nodded, the girl’s personality seemed a bit gentler: "A little."

"When will the rain stop? Either pour down heavily or stop, it’s unbearable to keep drizzling like this."

"I really miss the sunny days."

These days, Fu Ying kept hearing such complaints.

She thought that when he returned, it would definitely be clear skies.

"When it’s sunny, you’ll wish for a heavy rain again."

Lin Lishan nodded: "That’s true, but for the past month, I don’t want any more rainy days."

"Yingying has gone home."

While the two girls were talking, Fu Mingchuan arrived.

Fu Ying responded and said goodbye to Lin Lishan before getting into the car.

"I wonder how your elder brother is doing?"

Fu Mingchuan had been following the recent news, worried.

"Big brother will be fine, he went to rescue people."

Hearing this, Fu Mingchuan was stunned, realizing that none of his children had a calm temperament.

Indeed, their rescue team was out to save people; they should be fine.

When Fu Ying got home, she went upstairs to her bedroom to do her homework.

Just as she finished her homework, Fu Yan came to talk to her about borrowing money.

Fu Ying looked at him with suspicion: "Little brother, did you get into some trouble?"

"What trouble could I get into? Just tell me if you will lend me the money or not."

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, I won’t lend you money. Last time, I saw you using my money to flirt with girls and treat them; I will never give you money again."

"Can you not bring that up?" Fu Yan frowned, implying that it wasn’t something honorable to mention.

"You deserve it."

Fu Ying left with those three words, then shut the bedroom door.

Fu Yan frowned.

In the deep night, the room was dark, with only a small night lamp lit beside Fu Ying’s bed.

She lay on her desk writing her diary, with Qibao squatting next to her, peering into her thoughts.

Whenever he saw a touching part, he would "meow" softly.

Fu Ying thought that his appearance during the disaster relief must be very heroic.

As Fu Ying wrote this sentence, Shen Liguang was desperately stuffing steamed buns into his mouth, eating pickled vegetables along with it—even his hands covered in mud, he had no time to wash them.

Because right after eating, he had to get back to work immediately.

"Boss, we’ve found a good spot and set up camp."

Hearing this, Shen Liguang stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth and walked out of the makeshift resting spot.

Shen Liguang looked up towards the steep slope, sensing this place was not suitable for a prolonged stay.

There might be another mudslide.

"Relocate the villagers over there, let Qian Zheng lead the team to distribute some food and drink."

Wu Xiaowu nodded and immediately began to settle the villagers.

Following Shen Liguang to the relocation point, the disaster-stricken villagers all looked pale and dispirited.

A woman holding a child in her arms was crying incessantly because of a fever.

The woman broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shen Liguang stepped forward, took the child from the woman’s arms, and as she clutched him, she pleaded urgently, "Please save my husband, he’s been missing for three days."

During the mission, Shen Liguang could not make absolute promises to anyone. He spoke with a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The woman bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling: "Thank you, thank you."

Shen Liguang handed the child to a female team member to administer fever-reducing medicine.

After settling the villagers, Shen Liguang took out his phone to check.

There was no signal.

He had been out of contact with the outside world for a long time.

He wondered... about her...

Shen Liguang’s eyes darkened as he put away his phone.

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