Community Hospital, IV Drip Area.
Xia Yiwei, dressed in her nurse uniform, held her phone with a bright smile on her face.
"Wow, Little Master’s explosive power is insane!"
"How can he even hit such tricky notes in this song?"
"Whoa, that’s a crazy high note!"
The longer she spent around Little Linyu, the more surprises Xia Yiwei discovered.
It was hard to believe.
How could an ordinary-looking college guy have so many impressive "skills"?
Martial arts, traditional Chinese medicine, and now singing!
Every new talent seemed to reveal itself bit by bit through their daily interactions.
What really intrigued Xia Yiwei was—
What other surprises could she uncover about Little Linyu?
The more she wondered, the more she wanted to investigate further in the days to come.
"Hey, nurse, you don’t look too busy, huh?"
An Old Man sitting one seat over scooted closer and plopped down beside Xia Yiwei.
She glanced at him and quickly replied,
"Old Man, it’s lunch break right now."
"If a patient needs me, of course I’ll do my job."
"But when there’s no one around, I’m free to check my phone."
"Don’t you dare report me for this!"
Lately, she’d been drowning in complaints!
It couldn’t be helped.
That’s just how she was.
Some unreasonable patients made it impossible for her to keep her tone sweet and polite.
Over time, the complaints piled up.
A couple more reports, and she’d lose her job for sure!
Then she’d have no choice but to miserably go home and coast through life inheriting a few martial arts gyms.
The Old Man shook his head. "No, no, that’s not what I meant…"
Xia Yiwei’s mind raced, but her mouth moved faster:
"Old Man, bored during your IV drip? Wanna watch a video with me?"
"Sure! Check out this guy—he’s my friend."
"Though the song might be a bit hard for you to follow, just enjoy the vibe for fun."
The Old Man waved his hand again, wincing as he pointed at his suspended arm.
"Nurse, my… I think the blood’s backing up?"
Xia Yiwei shot to her feet. "!!!"
"Oh my god, the bag’s empty!"
"Old Man, no offense, but you’ve got nerves of steel."
"No fluid left, and instead of calling me to remove the tube, you’re busy watching a livestream?"
The Old Man’s mother tongue was speechlessness: "…"
Now he finally understood.
Just how Xia Yiwei racked up so many complaints!
If he were in their shoes, he’d file one too!
……
Event Venue.
As the performance ended, the cheers lingered in the air.
After the band members stepped offstage, they regrouped with Little Chi and the others, immediately heading outside the exhibition hall to find the vice president.
They didn’t even stay to hear the host’s praise.
If not for Zhao Yuhao’s "miracle assist" today,
They never would’ve left such an unforgettable stage at the convention.
Lin Yu was especially curious about Zhao Yuhao’s almost supernatural skill—
How on earth did he pull that off?
What kind of training did Brother Hao usually do?
"The back exit’s this way. Is the vice president still outside? Or did he go back to the break room?"
"He wouldn’t, right? If he went back, he’d have texted the group."
"What if his phone got soaked and he couldn’t send a message?"
"…"
The group chattered nonstop but kept moving.
Just as they reached the back door—
They spotted Zhao Yuhao walking in, dry and clean, holding an umbrella!
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Changed clothes?
Did he bring a spare set?
Somehow, that wasn’t even surprising coming from Zhao Yuhao.
A guy who carried backup guitar strings for his bandmates
Would definitely pack an extra outfit on a rainy day… totally on-brand!
Seeing everyone rush toward him, Zhao Yuhao froze for a second.
But he quickly composed himself.
Closing his umbrella, he said calmly,
"Sorry I couldn’t cheer for you in person."
"But I watched the whole livestream on my phone, so I didn’t miss it, right?"
"You all did amazing."
"This applause was supposed to be for you live…"
With that,
He clapped for the band right there in the hallway, making up for the missed moment.
Xiao Ou, the one most directly "saved" by him, was the first to dash forward and wrap him in a bear hug.
"Vice President, thank you! That was insane—how’d you even throw the string up that high?!"
"Legendary move!"
The girls weren’t as outwardly emotional as Xiao Ou,
But they each gave Zhao Yuhao a thumbs-up.
His gaze swept over the group—
Noticing that among the thumbs-up crowd… Little Chi wasn’t one of them.
But her smile was enough.
"Hey! Two guys hugging in a hallway? Weird vibe."
"Let’s head back… we’ve still got the awards ceremony!"
Zhao Yuhao suppressed his excitement.
Though he didn’t say much else,
The grin on his face said it all.
A few minutes later,
After everyone showered him with thanks, praise, and concern,
They finally returned to the exhibition hall.
Lin Yu slowed his steps, falling in beside Zhao Yuhao.
He handed back the watch Zhao Yuhao had tossed up to him earlier.
"Vice President, thanks!"
"That was mind-blowing."
"Now I get why you’re the vice president!"
"Next time, teach me how to throw stuff that high and that accurately!"
Zhao Yuhao fastened the watch back on his wrist, looking seriously at Lin Yu.
"Today, I’m the one who should be thanking you."
"As for throwing things… I’d advise against learning it."
"I only became vice president because there weren’t many candidates during the vote."
As he spoke,
His steps suddenly halted as he remembered what happened after throwing the guitar string.
Sitting under the eaves, he’d replayed the past few years in his mind.
When had he first fallen for Little Chi?
Was it the first time he saw her cosplay as "Cardcaptor Sakura"?
The first time she thanked him?
Or when they first exchanged WeChat messages?
…
No.
None of those.
It wasn’t until Lin Yu’s words just now that Zhao Yuhao finally pinpointed the moment—
Back during freshman year, when the club voted for a new leader.
Under Zhao Yuhao’s name,
There was one sacred, dazzling vote.
The only vote he got!
Maybe the real reason he became vice president as a sophomore…
Was because of that one vote of trust.
……
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