Chapter 9: Isn't my ex-boyfriend good enough?!

"Didn't I already tell you to stay away from me?"

Jin He leaned against the wall to stand up and walked forward step by step, preparing to leave. "Teacher An, wasn't what I said that night clear enough?"

An Yi opened his mouth and caught up with Jin He: "You don't look well."

"That's none of your business."

“Jin He…” An Yi caught up with him, looking puzzled: “I don’t know why you suddenly don’t like me anymore.”

His tone sounded particularly aggrieved. No matter how sharp-tongued or unapproachable An Yi was on stage, he was actually a rather simple-minded fool. Otherwise, his first reaction to being kicked out wouldn't be anger, but rather aggrieved and sad, as if he had been abandoned.

Jin He paused, feeling as if someone had scratched her heart with a sharp fingernail, causing her excruciating pain.

He said, "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

An Yi seemed to be hit hard by those words. He stood there, still holding the piece of red date candy in his hand. Jin He thought that he would probably never forget the taste of that piece of red date candy in his hand. When they were teammates, An Yi would often make some red date candy in the dormitory and then secretly slip it into his pocket.

Xiao Miao learned how to make jujube candy from An Yi.

But that's all in the past.

As adults, we always have to pay the price for our actions.

A dull ache began to rise in her heart, accompanied by chest tightness and shortness of breath. Jin He patted her chest, took a deep breath, and tried to expel the stale air stuck in her chest.

“I’ll be with the crew for the next three months.” An Yi looked at his retreating figure and suddenly said, “If you need anything, feel free to come to me anytime.”

Jin He left without looking back.

"Brother Xiaohe!" Fang Xiaoke ran to Jin He's side with her sheet music: "Look, this is our theme song. Teacher An and Teacher Song will be giving us a lesson in a little while."

"Hmm, it's fine." Jin He still seemed a little unwell, her face was frighteningly pale.

"Brother Xiaohe, what's wrong? You look terrible. Are you having low blood sugar?"

"No." Jin He took another deep breath. Suddenly, the fitness tracker on his wrist started beeping. He glanced at it, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Brother Xiao He".

Fang Xiaoke quickly followed behind him: "Class is about to start, where are you going?"

Jin He leaned against the wall, feeling only patches of black mist in front of him. Normally, this kind of black mist could be dispelled by stopping and resting for a while, but today, perhaps because of that kilometer, his heartbeat had been abnormal ever since he came out of the playground.

It felt like it was throbbing in my throat, making me feel nauseous.

"Brother Xiaohe?" Fang Xiaoke leaned closer and reached out to pat his shoulder, but as soon as her hand touched Jin He's body, Jin He knelt down with a thud, startling Fang Xiaoke who cried out "Ah!" and reached out to help him up.

Jin He clutched his collar, gasping for breath until he was almost passing out, while Fang Xiaoke, a young boy who had just come of age, was nearly brought to tears.

"Brother Xiaohe! Brother! What's wrong!"

"No, no..." Jin He clutched her chest, "Wait a minute..."

"Guards! Guards!"

"Don't call anyone!" Jin He coughed twice, but couldn't hold on any longer. The tightness and pain in his chest became more and more obvious, and his fitness tracker kept vibrating, warning him of a dangerously high heart rate. Fang Xiaoke's attention was drawn to the alarm on the tracker, and when she looked up, she saw that Jin He's heart rate was as high as 130.

"Holy crap... are you alright, Brother He? What happened to you? Is there something wrong with your heart?"

"Nonsense, I almost fainted." Jin He wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, his heart started acting up. He hadn't been this bad in a long time. Cold sweat instantly soaked his training clothes.

“The medicine…” No matter what, I can’t die here. Jin He pressed his chest and said intermittently, “The medicine… is in my pocket.”

"Oh, oh." Fang Xiaoke quickly pulled a small bottle out of Jin He's pocket and asked, "Brother, how many pills should I take?"

"Two..."

Jin He put the bitter pill in his mouth and sat there for a while to recover, his head down and silent. Fang Xiaoke was quite frightened and wanted to call for help, but Jin He had just told her not to call anyone...

Suddenly, chaotic footsteps sounded behind her, and Fang Xiaoke heard a voice above her: "What's going on?"

He looked up and saw it was An Yi.

"Teacher An, Xiao He isn't feeling well."

An Yi's expression was grave as he crouched down to observe Jin He's complexion. He found it to be truly appalling; Jin He's face was pale, and his lips were somewhat purple. He didn't look like a healthy person at all. Jin He's eyes were half-open, and he seemed to be unconscious.

"Okay, I'll take him to the infirmary. You can go back now."

"Okay." Fang Xiaoke was still a little worried, but since Teacher An had spoken, she had no choice but to leave, looking back every few steps.

"Jin He?" An Yi reached out to touch Jin He, but as soon as his hand was outstretched, Jin He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes to look at him expressionlessly.

"I... I just wanted to see what was wrong with you."

The medicine worked quickly, and Jin He finally felt a little better; her wildly beating heart finally calmed down. But she was still a little weak, and shook her head in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

"I'll take you to the infirmary."

"Need not."

“I’m not discussing this with you!” An Yi reached out and scooped up Jin He’s knees with one hand and wrapped his arm around his waist with the other, pulling him into his arms. “Look at your face now. I noticed something was wrong with you yesterday. You were listless. Something must be wrong with you.”

Jin He immediately got angry. What did that mean? She just picked him up! Did she think Jin He was a punching bag that he could just pick up like that?!

"Put me down!" Jin He unleashed a barrage of punches, kicks, and elbows, causing her heart, which had just calmed down, to pound wildly again. "An Yi! What right do you have to tell me what to do!"

"Why should I care about you? Tell me, why should I care about you!"

Jin He was furious! She elbowed An Yi in the chin, and while An Yi was stunned by the pain, she jumped out of his arms. Still not satisfied, she kicked An Yi.

An Yi cursed, "You bastard!"

"You're such a jerk, why are you hugging me like that! You're being a pervert!" Jin He turned and left. Sure enough, they couldn't see eye to eye. He and that guy surnamed An were just incompatible. He should never have anything to do with him again!

Why are you haunting me like a vengeful ghost?

"Jin He!" An Yi caught up with him, jumping up and down in anger. He said to him, "You have to let me know what's wrong with you. You're acting completely out of character!"

Why should I let you know? Who are you to me?

"Ex-boyfriend..."

"Shut up!" Jin He reacted instinctively upon hearing this, bending two fingers slightly and poking An Yi's eyeballs: "Nonsense! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

After poking him three times, An Yi felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out.