OBS Chapter 113 You're the Only One in My Eyes
Chapter 113 You're the Only One in My Eyes
Chapter 114 You're the Only One in My Eyes
Stepping out of the building, a blast of cold air hit me, but it wasn't as chilly as before; it just felt a bit cool.
The old tree's branches are bare, but in another month, new buds will sprout and the tree will regain its green color.
Song Che stood at the entrance of the alley, not knowing which way to run.
It's evening now, and it's Chinese New Year, so nobody's out running for no reason.
Xia Li was also standing, wondering if running could really improve her physical fitness.
Running every day helps strengthen the cardiovascular system, but there are many other things that need to be trained.
"Where do you want to run?" Song Che asked.
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"Around the neighborhood?"
She took out her phone and swiped a few times.
"One kilometer," she said. "About."
She pointed in a direction.
Song Che looked in the direction she was pointing—it was the direction of the vegetable market, which was bustling with people right now.
"Let's change direction."
She changed to another one.
This time it was towards the school, and there were few people on the road.
"OK."
They started running.
Song Che wasn't running fast, and Xia Li followed beside him, her pace steady. They were both ordinary people with normal physical abilities.
Even though he wasn't running fast, after about fifteen minutes, Song Che felt his legs start to feel heavy.
Xia Li spoke.
"You're panting."
"no."
"He's panting."
She turned to look at him.
"She blushed."
Song Che didn't answer. You can't talk while running, it will make you pant even more. He was just a little out of breath, but it wasn't that he couldn't do it.
I ran for another two minutes.
Xia Li asked, "Should we stop?"
"Need not."
"Your heart rate should be high."
How did you know?
She pointed to her ear.
"I could tell from listening to it."
You can't hear me, I can't even hear myself.
He didn't say anything and kept running.
The night breeze brushed against her face, cool and refreshing. Xia Li walked beside her, her silver hair dancing in the wind.
He ran for another minute, but he couldn't run anymore. He stopped, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.
Xia Li stood to the side, breathing at about the same rate as Song Che; she was also a weakling.
After experiencing running firsthand, Xia Li found that she didn't feel any significant physical training; she was just very tired, her legs were sore, and she started to feel unwell. She gasped for fresh air and could vaguely smell blood.
"We're really weak—we're all so weak."
Then she reached out and patted him twice on the back.
"Run slower next time," she said. "You started too fast."
Song Che straightened up. That's about all the physical strength a human body can have. Without the aid of magic, he couldn't keep going for long even if he went a little faster.
"—You did this on purpose."
"What?"
"I won't say it at first, I'll say it when I can't run anymore."
Xia Li thought for a moment, "Is this part of a reverse psychology tactic?"
"No, it's because the male student you're studying is sensitive to the word 'weak'."
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Xia Li nodded. "Did it work?"
"It's considered effective."
He stood up straight and loosened his scarf.
His current physical condition is hard to describe; he's basically a high school student.
Xia Li had nothing to say; she was a purebred girl.
The two of them together didn't even have as much stamina as Hit, a single dog.
But after finishing the run, Song Che felt not only tired, but also other sensations.
It's exhilarating—and there's the peace of mind of running with Xia Li.
Running itself isn't very fun, but when he turns his head and sees that silver figure dancing in the night, he's always stunned at first. It's an unreal feeling, but Xia Li's breathing pulls him back to reality. It's a sense of reality.
I'll go for a run every night from now on.
"Let's go back."
"Um."
Xia Li followed him back, her silver hair swaying behind her.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly said.
"To be continued tomorrow."
Under the locust tree at the alley entrance, a stall had just closed up, and the owner was wiping the table.
The air was filled with the aroma of fried dough sticks.
Song Che suddenly said, "Xia Li."
"Um."
"Let me see that hypnosis diagram of yours again," he said.
Xia Li looked up at him.
"Would you like to try?"
"I want to see how stupid I am."
She took out her phone, found the animated heart image, and handed it to him.
Song Che stared at it for ten seconds.
The heart is still spinning, pink, flashing back and forth.
He put down his phone.
"I don't feel anything."
Xia Li took it.
"I might need to watch it a few more times."
Have you tried it?
She shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid of being hypnotized."
"What kind of hypnosis are you afraid of?"
She thought about it.
"I'm afraid of becoming an obedient person."
She paused for a moment.
"It's fine as it is now."
Is that so?
Song Che handed the heart-shaped pattern to Xia Li.
Then I'll have to take control of you.
Xia Li was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she tried to open them, but was also afraid of the hypnotic heart-shaped pattern.
"Take your hands away first, don't hypnotize me." Xia Li waved her hands in front of her.
"I took it away."
Song Che stopped teasing her, turned off his phone and handed it to Xia Li. She opened her eyes after receiving the phone, but then she showed the picture to Song Che.
"I'm going to control you!"
Song Che pursed his lips, looked into Xia Li's blue eyes, smiled helplessly, then his eyes went unfocused. "Lady Xia Li, please give your orders."
"I hope you will be healthy in the future."
"Received, Lady Xia Li."
"Don't call me stupid anymore."
"Understood, you idiot Xia Li."
Xia Li paused, then put her phone away. "So you weren't hypnotized by me after all."
"You're only just realizing this, Your Highness?"
Seeing her sullen expression, Song Che said, "When I called you an idiot, I wasn't insulting you. It was actually a way of calling you a 'fool'—if you feel you're at a disadvantage, you can call me an idiot too."
"Really?" Xia Li couldn't tell whether Song Che's use of "idiot" was a genuine insult or a sign of affection.
"Of course, it's quite obvious whether they'll scold you or not."
The two strolled home, and as Song Che opened the door, he explained, "For example, you can eat—well, let's use another analogy. For example, I can eat a lot, and Tao Xiang can eat a lot too. I say I'm a little foodie, but if I say Tao Xiang is a glutton, that's an insult to Tao Xiang."
"I'm not a gluttonous tyrant!" Tao Xiang, lying on the sofa, immediately retorted.
"It's just a metaphor, nothing more, don't mind it." Song Che closed the door. "It's getting late, go to sleep."
"Are we going out for breakfast first thing tomorrow morning?"
"Let's have lunch, but you can get up early to prepare. I'll also tell you about things at home so you can handle any relatives you run into."
Song Che actually wanted Xia Li to wear stockings and experience the feeling of a lap pillow, but last time in Taixi, he saw that Xia Li's legs went numb from using a lap pillow, and he felt a little sorry for her.
The more he liked Xia Li, the more strange things he discovered.
His feelings for Xia Li went beyond mere lust; he longed to hold her, kiss her, hold her hand, and do meaningful things together.
He can now face desires and these things openly and honestly.
Song Che never denied these things again.
After a good night's sleep, the aftereffects of last night's run gradually began to appear.
They started running and ran for more than 20 minutes, covering about 4 kilometers. When Song Che woke up today, he felt like he had a muscle strain and wasn't used to it.
It's just pain, not to the point that I can't walk.
I pushed open the door and went out to wash up.
Seeing him every day left Xia Li bewildered.
Xia Li just came out. Every morning, her silver hair was a mess. Song Che was very certain that Xia Li was a restless sleeper.
Good morning, Xia Li.
"Good morning~" Xia Li drawled, sounding like she hadn't slept well.
Song Che looked Xia Li over and noticed that she was walking a little strangely—her calves must be sore right now, and her arms were also a bit sore.
These are all normal phenomena. People who don't exercise regularly will experience physical discomfort the first time they exercise.
If you persist for a period of time, your body will adapt.
Xia Li was dazed before washing her face, but she became more alert afterward.
She went to fix her hair, and Song Che went to the room to bring out the gift.
Upon closer inspection, the dress resembled His Highness's, but was more youthful.
The previous dress was just a dress, designed to highlight the witch's identity for important occasions, but for this dress, Song Che specially chose a design that fits the aesthetic.
It's quite thin overall, but you can wear fleece-lined stockings and a coat over your upper body—it will definitely be cold outside, but you can take it off when you get to a heated place.
Moreover, this dress is different from the witch's dress.
That outfit looks like something out of a cosplay outfit; you can't wear it out normally.
But this piece can be worn for both everyday occasions and important events.
When Song Che came out of the room again, Xia Li also came out of the room, carrying a box. The two looked at each other.
"I----"
"You go first—"
"Then I'll go first—"
Song Che handed the gift box to Xia Li, "Although it lacks a surprise, this dress is quite beautiful, you should like it."
Song Che looked closely at the box in Xia Li's hand, examining not only the box but also Xia Li's hand.
Although she wasn't exactly pampered, she was not far off from it. Her skin was very delicate, and she would get chapped from washing dishes. Now her fingers were red and swollen, as if she had been pricked by small thorns.
Xia Li's gift lacked a bit of surprise, but Song Che didn't mind—Xia Li's thoughtful gift to him was a big surprise in itself.
The box in her hand looked rather simple, but Song Che knew that Xia Li had bought it herself without asking him for a single penny. She didn't know what to buy—she probably spent a long time choosing, and even asked Aunt Lan for advice.
Song Che was overjoyed.
This was a huge surprise for him.
Even if there's one less surprise, it's still a huge surprise.
"Xia Li, would you like to try on the dress?"
"Well, but I want to give you a gift first."
Xia Li handed the gift to Song Che, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
"You knew it was Valentine's Day?"
"Yes, I saw it on my calendar."
"————Ah." Song Che paused, suddenly remembering that Xia Li had said the same thing last time. She had said that the New Year was a good day, and she was referring to it from the calendar.
So Xia Li knew it was Valentine's Day.
Xia Li never asked him about this—in fact, she never asked him about many things.
Xia Li only seeks him out when she truly doesn't understand.
This idiot—he really is, as always, adorable!
Song Che took back the word "idiot" and refrained from cursing her.
He inexplicably felt like crying, and his emotions came on strangely—because he suddenly realized that one day he would be separated from Xia Li. Song Che was not a saint, and he felt a mix of joy and sorrow, making him a little unhappy.
He suppressed his emotions, adjusted his expression, and said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Xia Li."
"Yes, you should be happier than me."
You are happier than me.
"No, I want you to be happier than me!"
Song Che was at a loss, but his urge to cry intensified. "Fine, I'm happier than you."
At the same time, firecrackers went off outside the window.
Song Che was about to turn around and go to the living room to tidy up.
At the same time, Xia Li called out to him.
"Song Che, I have something else for you."
"Um?"
Song Che turned around and looked at Xia Li.
There are also gifts?
He hadn't expected this.
Xia Li's words made him turn around expectantly, but after looking around, he couldn't find the gift.
Xia Li wouldn't give herself to me, would she?
Song Che proudly praised himself.
I'm so outstanding, I'll take care of it.
"Song Che, this is for you."
Xia Li took out a small object, a sunflower.
The sunflowers are smiling, their smiles radiant.
Song Che remembered that this sunflower was given to him by a driver. Last time, Tao Yao smashed the chassis, leaving only one flower.
But now it seems that Xia Li has repaired the chassis and put on a plastic chassis.
The sunflower, held in Xia Li's hands, swayed gently, its face beaming with joy.
Song Che stood frozen in place.
Xia Li continued, not saying sweet nothings or devising any clever tricks. She spoke directly, having learned everything from Aunt Lan. "Song Che, Aunt Lan said that when giving someone flowers, you should buy a hundred, give ninety-nine, and keep one. When that one withers, you can give it to you again. But I want to give you a flower that won't wither, but I don't have any money—I, I—but—but I like the meaning of sunflowers. I'll give you a better flower next time."
Song Che was stunned and stood there.
Because he saw Xia Li stammering, worrying about whether the flowers she gave him were expensive and whether they could last a long time, he could see Xia Li's sincerity.
But what is the meaning of sunflowers?
Song Che took out his phone to search.
Xia Li stopped him, "No need to ask, I'll tell you, the meaning of sunflowers is—you're the only one in my eyes."
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After saying that, she ran back to the bedroom, peeking out half her head. Xia Li's face wasn't the cute type, but Song Che found her appearance extremely adorable. Xia Li's voice was muffled as she said, "I'm going to change my clothes. See for yourself."
Song Che clenched his fist. He had originally wanted to hug Xia Li, but she had just run away, so he had to give up.
Back in the bedroom, I opened Xia Li's first gift.
Song Che opened the gift box and carefully placed it aside.
Inside was a wooden violin. Song Che had seen this kind of handmade item before; it was available on Pinduoduo.
To be fair, this thing is rather crudely made. At first glance, it looks very exquisite, but if you look closely, you can see wood chips on it and the joints are not very smooth.
However, this isn't something you need to look at closely; it's enough that it looks good at first glance when it's placed there.
Song Che looked it over and thought the workmanship was acceptable. There seemed to be a lot of parts, and traces of white wax could be seen in some places, so it probably wouldn't be easy to set them up.
Especially the small parts, because the manufacturing quality is not good enough, the sawdust you buy online is quite prickly.
Song Che leaned closer to examine the violin.
There looks like there's a tooth mark on it.
Is it that you couldn't piece it together and had to force it?
Song Che couldn't help but laugh.
Xia Li couldn't use her hands, so she used her teeth to bite the part in fiercely.
The two teeth marks on top.
These are clearly Xia Li's two front teeth.
What else could Song Che say? Those front teeth—they're powerful!
He carefully put away the violin and placed it in a prominent position on the bedside table.
Since there isn't a dedicated cabinet at home, Song Che plans to buy one specifically to store meaningful items.