Chapter 11 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Freshman year

 

 

Liao Yan didn't return for the entire day. It wasn't until the evening self-study period that the homeroom teacher came in carrying a cardboard box, with the word "Donation" taped to the front.

 

"One of your classmates is going through a rough time," she said, her tone somber. "Their parent was seriously injured when a machine fell and needs surgery. Their family is facing financial difficulty. We hope everyone can lend a helping hand, even if it's just a small act of kindness. No names, give what you can."

 

She didn't say who it was, but everyone already knew.

 

Lin Heng reached into his pocket, frowning slightly. Around him, the class had started murmuring in hushed voices.

 

"I didn't bring much cash," Lin Heng whispered to Zong Que. "Not sure if they'll let us go out to withdraw some."

 

Other students seemed to be thinking the same thing.

 

Zong Que raised his hand. The teacher looked over. "Yes?"

 

"Teacher, can we scan a QR code to donate?" Zong Que asked.

 

There was a beat of silence among both teacher and students. The homeroom teacher took a deep breath and said, "You all brought your phones?"

 

"You're not going to collect them now, are you?" a student muttered.

 

"Not today." The teacher sighed again and pulled out her own phone, opening a QR code on the screen. "This is the student's collection code. I'll step out for a moment. Be right back."

 

As she left the room, students in the front row had already pulled out their phones. One by one, they scanned the code, entering amounts before confirming the transfer. The donation box, too, began to fill with spare change and cash.

 

Liao Yan stared at his phone as the transfers poured in—small amounts, many with incomplete names—but some were still recognizable when matched with their profile pictures in the group chat.

 

Then came two large sums.

 

Received: ¥5000

Account name: *Heng.

 

Lin Heng. Liao Yan recognized it instantly.

 

Received: ¥3500

Account name: *Que.

 

Liao Yan's fingers paused. He knew who that was too.

 

Just then, his phone rang. When he picked up, the homeroom teacher's voice came through: "How much are you still short for the surgery?"

 

Liao Yan glanced at his balance. With the national scholarship, the school's emergency funds, the teacher's own donation, and now the contributions from classmates—it was enough.

 

"Teacher, we've got it. Thank you. Thank you, everyone." Liao Yan wiped his eyes and ran toward the payment counter.

 

"That's good to hear." The teacher let out a deep breath of relief.

 

[Host, you even donated your own scholarship money, huh.] 1314 said.

 

The scholarship was a national subsidy granted based on financial need, not grades. First-tier aid was ¥3000 a year, meant to support students from struggling households. And the host had just given it away before it even had time to warm in his hands.

 

Not that it couldn't be done—it just didn't quite fit the host's usual cold, aloof temperament.

 

[Didn't you say life should be cherished?] Zong Que replied.

 

In the original timeline, Liao Yan's mother survived—but even then, the surgery had been touch and go. The gears of fate and the record of the world's trajectory didn't always align. Probability was never a guarantee. The sooner the surgery, the better the odds.

 

A protagonist's fate, once steadied, made Lin Heng's path easier to protect.

 

As for the scholarship, well, it was meant for students in need. Sending it where it belonged wasn't exactly wrong.

 

Liao Yan returned to school briefly, only to pick up his textbooks. He left in a hurry, not even exchanging many words with his classmates. Just before walking out, he paused at the podium and gave them a deep bow.

 

The boy, already slender, now looked nearly emaciated in his oversized school uniform pants. His figure was frail, haggard—but his eyes were bright.

 

The homeroom teacher brought good news: the surgery had been successful. But as the sole family member, Liao Yan still needed to stay at the hospital.

 

Rumors swirled around campus. Some things were simply impossible to keep hidden.

 

"I heard he's from a single-parent household. His dad ran off with gambling debts."

 

"No wonder no one ever came to parent-teacher meetings. His mom's been shouldering everything."

 

"She got hurt at work—won't the factory pay?"

 

"Even so, he still studies so well. That's impressive."

 

"I heard the school gave money really fast this time 'cause our homeroom teacher helped push it through. But it's technically a loan. They'll deduct it from his scholarship fund when he graduates."

 

"They say that…"

 

The whispers were endless. Lin Heng, unusually, had grown quieter. He didn't zone out in class, but more than once he nearly bumped into people while walking.

 

"Are you worried about him?" Zong Que reached out and grabbed his arm.

 

"No. I just didn't expect his life to be that hard," Lin Heng replied, straightening up and offering a quiet apology to the student he'd nearly run into. "I never thought it would be like that."

 

He had been born into a wealthy family, with loving parents. They'd taught him not to be vain or compare himself to others, but he'd never lacked anything. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to grow up like Liao Yan—and whether he'd be able to hold up as well.

 

"Do you pity him?" Zong Que asked.

 

Lin Heng gave a small nod. "A little. And I admire him, too."

 

There was also a faint pressure in his chest—like he couldn't quite breathe.

 

"You can't change his family situation," Zong Que said. "Just do what you believe is right."

 

Lin Heng pressed his lips together and looked at him for a moment. Then he let out a small breath and smiled. "Alright."

 

His energy seemed to return after that. When the weekend came, he packed up the notebooks he'd organized for each subject. "I asked the teacher which hospital Liao Yan's mom is in. I'm dropping off the notes today. Are you really coming with me?"

 

"Mm. I'll wait for you downstairs," Zong Que replied.

 

Lin Heng slung an arm around his shoulder and grinned. "Alright, alright—you're impossible to say no to."

 

Zong Que's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't push Lin Heng's hand off.

 

Lin Heng didn't go home by car every weekend—only when his family happened to be driving past. Most of the time, he took the subway with classmates.

 

The subway was crowded that day. When they boarded, the two of them were pushed into a corner. It was summer—hot and humid. Even with the air conditioning, the faint scent of sweat lingered.

 

Lin Heng couldn't help but shift away slightly, ending up half-leaning against Zong Que.

 

They were about the same height. The tips of Lin Heng's hair brushed lightly against Zong Que's nose again and again. It smelled fresh—clean—but it made his nose itch a little.

 

This guy clearly had a bit of a cleanliness obsession. You could tell from his neatly arranged desk, pristine notebooks, and how often he changed clothes.

 

When Lin Heng's hair tickled his nose one more time, Zong Que suddenly reached out and tugged his arm. Lin Heng blinked in confusion as he was pulled into the far corner of the subway car, where they quietly switched places. "You stand here."

 

"Mm? What's up?" Lin Heng asked, hand resting on Zong Que's shoulder, puzzled.

 

"Your hair keeps making my nose itch." Zong Que held the handrail and glanced sideways at him.

 

The corner was small, but the boy in front of him used his back and arms to shield him from the crowd, creating a pocket of space. Their clothes brushed faintly, and though his hair still occasionally grazed Zong Que's cheek, the stickiness of summer sweat and the crowd's crush seemed to fade away.

 

The subway slowed and accelerated again and again. Their shoulders gently touched as the car swayed. Lin Heng absentmindedly rubbed his fingers together, eyes on the map overhead. His palm was damp with sweat.

 

"We're here," Lin Heng said as the scenery outside changed. "Let's grab something on the way. My treat—ice cream?"

 

"Mm. Thanks." Zong Que didn't refuse.

 

"You're welcome." Lin Heng adjusted his backpack and stepped off the train, scanning the signs. "I think it's Exit D…"

 

But before he finished, two girls standing ahead of them stepped forward. One of them asked, "Hi, do you mind if we add each other on social media?"

 

It was a hot summer day, but the girls looked refreshingly put together—light makeup, soft perfume, and flowing dresses. They were beautiful.

 

"Me?" Lin Heng paused in surprise.

 

"I want yours," said one of the girls in a dress with a smile. Then she gestured at the girl beside her. "She wants his—if that's okay?"

 

Lin Heng instinctively glanced at Zong Que, who stood calm and unreadable beside him. Then he looked at the slightly nervous, blushing girl in front of them.

 

"Sorry," he said politely, "our school has a rule against dating."

 

The girls looked momentarily taken aback.

 

"So… you're both in high school?" one of them asked hesitantly.

 

"Mm, high school," Lin Heng nodded.

 

The girl tilted her head, studying them. "Senior year?"

 

Senior year would've been fine—not that much of an age gap.

 

But Zong Que swiftly crushed that illusion with a calm, almost merciless honesty: "Freshman year."

 

Silence fell. The girls gave an awkward laugh. "Ah, sorry—didn't mean to bother you."

 

Freshman year really was a bit too young… they couldn't bring themselves to go there.

 

Wait—are all high school freshmen this tall these days?

 

The two girls sighed and walked off. Lin Heng elbowed Zong Que with a grin, "Pretty popular, huh?"

 

"So are you." Zong Que turned toward the right. "Exit D is that way."

 

He led the way, and Lin Heng picked up his pace to catch up. "Actually, those girls were pretty. You're not into that type?"

 

Even though the school frowned on dating, plenty of their classmates had started relationships since middle school. Lin Heng hadn't—it just never felt right, and he'd always prioritized his studies. But Zong Que didn't seem the least bit interested either.

 

"Mm."

 

"So what's your type, then? Who would you want to date in the future?" Lin Heng asked.

 

"No one." Zong Que had no intention of being in a relationship with anyone.

 

Once he changed Lin Heng's fate and resolved the issues back home, he planned to pursue things he truly wanted to do. Maybe meet up with friends now and then—but he wasn't going to divide his energy on something as needless as love.

 

"Focused on your studies, huh? That's not a bad thing. So, what school do you want to get into?"

 

"S University. Medicine."

 

He wasn't just preparing for this one task—there were more missions ahead. Once he moved into higher planes, the danger would multiply. It never hurt to have more skills — and medical knowledge was critical. If he didn't study it now while things were peaceful, it would be too late when he really needed it.

 

"Medicine." Lin Heng glanced at him, seeing the quiet determination in his expression. "If you become a doctor, I'm coming to you every time someone in my family gets a cold."

 

Sure, people joked about karma coming for those who encouraged others to study medicine*, but Zong Que was serious in everything he did. If it was him, Lin Heng believed he'd be more than capable.

 

[T/N: That line — "劝人学医，天打雷劈" — is a humorous and somewhat dark saying in Chinese that roughly translates to: "Convincing someone to study medicine will get you struck by lightning." It's a sarcastic way of saying that studying medicine is so tough, stressful, and thankless that encouraging someone else to go down that path is basically a crime against them — hence the hyperbole of being "struck by lightning."]

 

"Sure," Zong Que said simply.

 

"But getting into S University's med school with your current grades is kind of risky. You'll need to work harder," Lin Heng said.

 

"Want some shrimp tails?" Zong Que asked out of nowhere.

 

Lin Heng blinked, then let out a helpless laugh. "You don't need to bribe me—I'd help you anyway."

 

Zong Que nodded toward a shop right near the elevator exit. "Want some?"

 

Lin Heng thought for a moment. "Actually, I prefer strawberries to shrimp tails."

 

"Let's go then." Zong Que started walking toward a fruit shop a bit farther down.

 

"You're buying me some?" Lin Heng asked with a smile.

 

"Mm."

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