Ye Shuang followed An Shiyu all the way to the rooftop, but the moment the door opened, both he and the "fish" noticed a boy standing on the opposite rooftop—the one atop Building 2.
Building 2 was where Gu Wanqing had jumped to her death. Logically, the area should have been cordoned off by the police with caution tape. After such an incident, the school would never allow students back there until the guardrails were raised.
"Huh?" At that moment, the boy on the opposite rooftop also noticed Ye Shuang. He froze for a second before turning and running away.
"Who was that?" Ye Shuang wondered aloud.
"Gao Qiao, a second-year student from Class C," An Shiyu said.
Ye Shuang was surprised. "You know him?"
"Nope." An Shiyu stretched lazily, arching her back into an exaggerated bridge-like pose, her flexibility almost unbelievable.
"You don’t know him, yet you know his name?"
"I glanced at the school’s student roster out of boredom once. That’s about it." An Shiyu paused, as if recalling something. "Oh, right. That guy was supposedly Gu Wanqing’s boyfriend."
"Eh? The one who called her ‘dirty’?" Ye Shuang was taken aback.
"Details are fuzzy." An Shiyu didn’t seem particularly invested, relying purely on her memory.
Ye Shuang snapped back to the present and glanced at the girl still bent backward in her absurd pose. "How long are you planning to stay like that?"
"Pulled a muscle. Can’t get up," An Shiyu deadpanned.
Ye Shuang: "…"
He reached out to help her up, but the girl instantly straightened, slipping her hands into her pockets with a faintly amused expression. "Just kidding."
When Ye Shuang didn’t respond, An Shiyu tilted her head. "Disappointed you didn’t get to carry me, old man?"
"…" Ye Shuang sighed and pointed at the guardrail. "Still planning to jump?"
"Kinda tempted."
"Just saw a bird poop on the railing."
"Never mind. Let’s go back." An Shiyu spun around and darted into the stairwell.
Ye Shuang’s eye twitched in exasperation. "Whatever."
Back in the infirmary, noon arrived in a blink.
The cafeteria was packed during lunch break. Ye Shuang grabbed a box of sushi and joined Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke at their table—Bai Yuyou had a ramen bowl in front of her, but it was piled high with rice like a miniature mountain. In contrast, Tang Keke’s plate held only a tiny bun.
"Why so little?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Dieting," Tang Keke stuck out her tongue.
"Cut back at dinner instead. You can’t skip lunch, especially with P.E. in the afternoon."
"But I’ve gained weight recently," Tang Keke mumbled dejectedly.
"Don’t stress over your figure. You’re not even close to ‘fat’." Ye Shuang reassured her. Tang Keke wasn’t overweight—just slightly curvier, with a generously proportioned chest. That wasn’t "fat" by any stretch.
"Really? I’m not fat?"
"Not at all. Your body fat percentage is nowhere near ‘overweight’."
"But clothes don’t look good on me."
"Nonsense. You look great. A fuller bust isn’t a flaw—own it. Plenty of girls would kill for that."
"Okay, hehe. I’ll go get more then." Cheered up, Tang Keke happily headed back to the food line.
"Ye Shuang…" Bai Yuyou tugged at his sleeve.
"Yeah?"
"Am I pretty?" She tilted her head, seemingly prompted by Tang Keke’s earlier praise.
Ye Shuang almost laughed at her childlike expectation for validation but obliged. "Very."
"Good." Though her expression didn’t change, he could tell her mood brightened.
Tang Keke returned with her food—and gossip. "Bro! Yuyou! They caught the stalker!"
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was surprised. Just earlier, there’d been no leads, and now an arrest?
He checked the faculty group chat on his phone. Discussions were already buzzing:
Anonymous Janitor: Stalker’s caught. Finally, we can relax.
Anonymous Janitor: [Photo of arrest scene.jpg]
Cafeteria’s Worst Scooper: Good. Shame about that poor girl who jumped, though.
Toilet Water Drinker: The whole school’s been on edge. Reporters are still camped at the gate.
VMe50: We’ll issue a statement later. The kids shouldn’t have to worry anymore.
So it was true. Ye Shuang skimmed the photo—police pinning a man to the ground—and more videos followed. The efficiency was impressive, contrary to rumors that the suspect’s identity was unknown.
"Woo! Safe to walk home now," Tang Keke cheered.
After lunch, Ye Shuang returned to the infirmary, bringing sushi for a certain "fish."
To expand his clock’s charging capacity, he didn’t hold back his abilities now.
[Character: An Shiyu
A girl with congenital heart disease…]
Watching the short-haired girl engrossed in her game, Ye Shuang had always been puzzled by one thing: While the info window’s details varied slightly each time, it never omitted critical information. Yet for An Shiyu, it sometimes showed her heart condition, other times hyperthymesia—but never both simultaneously.
Why?
An Shiyu noticed his stare and side-eyed him. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Tch. Having dirty thoughts, old man?"
"Absolutely not…"
Ye Shuang settled into his afternoon duties. With no patients all day and only the sound of An Shiyu’s game filling the room, dismissal time soon arrived.
Knock knock. Just as he was about to leave, someone rapped on the infirmary door.
"Not feeling well?" Even after hours, he’d assist any student in need.
But when he looked up, he paused. Standing there was a boy—Gao Qiao, the late Gu Wanqing’s boyfriend.
"Gao Qiao?" Ye Shuang called.
"Huh?" Gao Qiao pointed at himself, startled. "Y-you know me?"
"Friend of yours?" An Shiyu asked.
"No," Ye Shuang shook his head, then gave her a strange look. "Didn’t you tell me his name earlier?"
"Oh. Forgot." She blinked blankly.
Ye Shuang: "…"
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