Chapter 12 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Day Student

 

 

The hospital was bustling with people coming and going. Lin Heng registered at the inpatient department and was handed a visitor wristband.

 

"You wait here a bit," he said, lifting the fruit basket he'd just bought—it was heavy. "I'll just run upstairs and drop this off. Won't be long."

 

Zong Que gave it a glance and sat down in the waiting area. "Go ahead. No rush."

 

As Lin Heng waited for the elevator, he looked over at that person nearby fidgeting with his phone and smiled faintly, then stepped into the elevator.

 

The scent of disinfectant and medicine filled the air as staff bustled through the halls. Lin Heng found the room number and peeked in at the door before knocking gently.

 

Inside, a few people looked up from their caretaking duties. Seeing he wasn't someone they knew, they lowered their heads again. Only Liao Yan, who had been sitting on the small cot by the wall, realized belatedly who it was. His expression turned subtly complicated the moment he saw Lin Heng standing at the door.

 

He put down his book and glanced at the patient sleeping soundly in the hospital bed. Then he quietly stepped outside and closed the door behind him. "Class Rep, what brings you here?"

 

"Just visiting. How's your mom?" Lin Heng handed him the fruit basket.

 

"The surgery went well. She just needs time to recover." Liao Yan looked down at the fruit basket. "You didn't have to bring this."

 

"It's just a little gesture. If you're not into fruit, you can share it with the others." Lin Heng gestured casually.

 

Liao Yan pressed his lips together, then still accepted it. "Thanks."

 

"And this." Lin Heng freed his hands and unzipped his backpack, pulling out a thick notebook. "You've missed quite a few classes. The teacher was worried you'd fall behind, so I took notes for you. Hopefully, it helps a bit."

 

Liao Yan froze for a second. His fingers tightened slightly around the basket, voice tinged with a mixture of gratitude and emotion. "Thank you. Really, thank you."

 

Balancing caregiving and school was already overwhelming—those notes were a lifeline dropped into deep water.

 

His eyes reddened faintly. Lin Heng placed the notebook carefully on top of the fruit basket. "Don't mention it. It's what I should do. I'll probably come by again next week. Give your mom my best, alright? I'll get going now."

 

"Wait, I—" Liao Yan looked at him, at a loss for how to properly express the depth of his thanks.

 

"YanYan." A gentle voice called from within the room.

 

"Mom? What do you need?" Liao Yan immediately composed himself and pushed the door open with his elbow.

 

"Where did that fruit basket come from?" Her voice carried a soft accent, but it was warm.

 

"A classmate brought it," Liao Yan answered.

 

"And you didn't invite him in to sit for a while?" she asked.

 

"I thought you were still asleep." Liao Yan put the basket down and stood up. When he reopened the door, Lin Heng was already gone. He turned back to see his mother trying to prop herself up, and said gently, "He probably didn't want to disturb you, so he left."

 

"Alright, but next time, don't let your guest stand outside." His mother looked toward the notebook. "He gave you that too?"

 

"His class notes," Liao Yan said while pouring warm water. "This way, I can catch up."

 

"You should properly thank him for that," she said as she sipped carefully.

 

"Mm, I will." Liao Yan gently helped her lie back down.

 

Whether it was the money that saved his mother, or the kindness of those notes, he would remember every bit of it.

 

…

 

It wasn't long before Lin Heng returned, walking briskly toward Zong Que, who stood as he approached. "All done?"

 

"Mm. I'll probably have to come back next week," Lin Heng said as he adjusted the strap of his backpack, smiling. "Will you come with me again?"

 

"Mm."

 

Lin Heng pressed his lips together, but the smile still broke through. "To thank you for keeping me company, lunch is on me. What do you want to eat?"

 

"Ice cream," Zong Que reminded him.

 

"Who eats ice cream for lunch…" Lin Heng paused mid-sentence, then threw an arm around his shoulder. "Didn't we forget to buy strawberries earlier? Come on, my treat—no matter how expensive it is."

 

In front of the freezer filled with rows of ice cream, Zong Que casually grabbed one. Lin Heng glanced at the name, hesitated, and said, "Pick a different one. Don't make yourself a sucker."

 

"I'll take the same one as you." Zong Que didn't really care—he was just hot.

 

"What do you actually want for lunch?" Lin Heng asked again.

 

"Something not sucker-worthy," Zong Que said.

 

Lin Heng paid for the ice cream, took a bite, and choked out a laugh. "You're surprisingly petty, you know that?"

 

Zong Que silently tore off the wrapper and stared at him.

 

Lin Heng straightened up and quickly changed the subject. "What do you think about spicy claypot chicken?"

 

"Mm."

 

Lin Heng smiled faintly.

 

Paper tiger.

 

After lunch, the two didn't part ways immediately. At Lin Heng's suggestion, they went to the bookstore.

 

"Just listening to lectures isn't enough. Some exam questions go beyond what the teacher covers. You have to get used to practicing with real test problems and learn to spot scoring points from them." Lin Heng sorted through the bookshelves. "I recommend these. Don't write your answers directly in them so you can practice more than once."

 

"Alright." Zong Que took them from him.

 

Book after book stacked up in a neat pile. Lin Heng paused at one shelf, hesitating.

 

"What is it?" Zong Que asked.

 

"The teachers usually recommend top students in the class to enter competitions," Lin Heng explained. "If you win a prize, you might get a guaranteed admission offer and start university a whole year early."

 

He had already started preparing for competitions and felt confident he could win something.

 

Zong Que had made great progress academically, but whether he could get into the school's competition team was still uncertain.

 

If he couldn't, pushing him into it might just waste time. But if he could join and win, it would smooth the path for his chosen field.

 

"Is there a problem?" Zong Que asked.

 

Lin Heng laid it out clearly: "Once you choose this path, you'll have to start studying early and stay up late. No slacking. It's your decision to make."

 

"What books do I need?" Zong Que asked after a pause.

 

"If you want to go into medicine, you'll need to take the biology competition." Lin Heng let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Let's start with these and see how it goes."

 

It wasn't that he was being anxious—though they were only in their first year of high school, time was already running short.

 

Zong Que's backpack was stuffed nearly full with the heavy books. Lin Heng lifted it and gave a small grin. "Am I rushing things too much?"

 

"It's fine," Zong Que replied.

 

For others, this might've been a burden. But for him, it was sweet and welcome.

 

What he needed was someone to guide him, to align what he had learned before with the current world's knowledge. And Lin Heng was doing it even better than he'd expected.

 

The pace of their studies picked up rapidly. With the added advanced material, nearly every moment of Zong Que's day was packed.

 

Aside from a half-hour nap at noon and another half hour for basketball in the afternoon, the rest of his time was buried in textbooks.

 

As the weather warmed, the school adjusted its schedule. Midday rest moved from the classrooms to the dormitories. Day students had to go home. To make sure everyone was refreshed for afternoon classes, the school added dorm inspections during the noon break.

 

"Use the break to sleep properly," their homeroom teacher advised. "Don't try to squeeze in a few more minutes of study. If it affects your performance later, you'll be trading a watermelon for a sesame seed. Not worth it."

 

"Honestly, sleeping too long gives me a headache."

 

"Classroom naps were better," some students murmured.

 

Zong Que kept quiet. He could keep up with the pace just fine, so he didn't need the nap time—but sleeping too deeply or too long did leave him groggy.

 

While he was lost in thought, someone nudged his elbow. Lin Heng whispered, "Hey, want to be a day student, and come with me for lunch?"

 

"Where to?" Zong Que asked.

 

"My place," Lin Heng grinned. "There's food, there's AC… and you can take a shower."

 

The heat had been unbearable. Their classroom only had fans, and even though the trees outside cast plenty of shade, Lin Heng had to change clothes twice a day.

 

Zong Que didn't have such good conditions. At most, he could wipe off his sweat in the washroom with a damp towel.

 

He had to admit, what Lin Heng offered sounded very tempting.

 

"Wouldn't I be bothering you?" he asked.

 

"Studying together is actually more efficient than doing it alone," Lin Heng said with a smile. "Just think of it as helping me out."

 

He always knew how to lend a hand without making others feel guilty. Zong Que gave a quiet "Mm" and said, "Thanks."

 

Getting a day student permit was easy—he just had to write down the address. The homeroom teacher glanced at the form, then at Lin Heng beside him, and said, "Make sure you still rest properly at noon, alright?"

 

"Mm, don't worry, teacher," Lin Heng replied with a smile.

 

The teacher looked at him, then at the calm and quiet Zong Que, as if he had more to say, but in the end simply said, "Go on."

 

The sight of the two of them leaving school together at noon raised no eyebrows.

 

Everyone had seen the change in Zong Que. They had seen how close he'd grown with Lin Heng.

 

"Didn't expect them to get along so well."

 

"Maybe it's just one force balancing another."

 

"Instead of gossiping, better work harder. If Zong Que overtakes us, that'd be really embarrassing."

 

Lin Heng's home was right across the street from school. As soon as they stepped inside, the cool air greeted them, just as he'd promised, along with the faint aroma of food.

 

"Lunch is ready. I'll be heading out now," the housekeeper said as she emerged from the kitchen, tidying up.

 

"Alright. Take care, Auntie." Lin Heng stepped aside to let her pass, then shut the door. "You can grab your own slippers—I'm not going to fuss."

 

"Mm," Zong Que replied.

 

It was his third time here, and he was already familiar with the routine—change shoes, drop his bag, wash his hands.

 

On the dining table were two vegetable dishes and one meat, looking plentiful and homey. As Zong Que sat down, Lin Heng placed a bowl of rice in front of him.

 

"If it's not enough, help yourself. I've already told Auntie to make more at lunch from now on. If there's anything you want to eat, just let me know ahead of time."

 

"I'll pay you," Zong Que said, picking up his chopsticks.

 

"Sure. Based on the school's pricing, not counting weekends, two hundred a month will do," Lin Heng said with a grin.

 

"Alright," Zong Que said, watching him smile.

 

This person... was truly good.

 

Boys their age were still growing, and between the three dishes and a full pot of rice, nothing was left by the end. After putting the dishes into the dishwasher, Zong Que took a quick shower and sat down at the desk.

 

Lin Heng had also showered and returned, placing a chilled fruit platter on the side table. He set an alarm on his phone and laid it on the desk.

 

"It's exactly noon now. We'll study for an hour and a half. At exam pace, you should be able to finish this section in an hour," he said, pointing out the questions. "The last half hour, I'll go over the ones you don't understand. We'll sleep at 1:30 and wake up at 2:15."

 

"Mm." Zong Que picked up the exam workbook and a scratchpad and started on the questions.

 

The room was bright and cool, spotless and quiet. Lin Heng looked over at the boy's focused expression and the neat long division scrawled across the scratch paper.

 

He popped a slice of chilled watermelon into his mouth.

 

Sweet and refreshing.

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