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Light shone into the classroom through the clear and transparent cross-lattice windows, faintly illuminating the faint dust floating quietly in the air.
It was already winter, and even though it was an afternoon with the sun shining down, the air was still somewhat chilly.
But when the warm sunlight shone on the body, it still made people feel a kind of lazy and comfortable atmosphere.
The teacher's voice came from the podium. It sounded vague and unreal, as if he was speaking from far away. You squinted your eyes comfortably, feeling the warmth of the sun on your body, and your thoughts inadvertently drifted out of the classroom.
The dust vibrated in the air.
The chalk on the blackboard rustled and scattered into fine white powder on the teacher's book. Then, it was gently caught by the storage shelf below, or it fell to the ground and turned into dust.
Time passed in silence.
The years passed peacefully.
Even if it was the most stressful and stressful year of high school, taking a break from the busy schedule could still make people feel a sense of treasure.
Tang Bingyao, who was sitting at her desk, gently bit the tip of her pen. She could hear the teacher's voice on the podium, but her eyes were wandering around the textbook in front of her, revealing her absent-minded state at the moment.
Tang Bingyao tilted her head and couldn't help but glance at the back row of the first group.
The aisle seat was still empty.
It was cold and cheerless, and it seemed a little out of place.
A hint of worry flashed through Tang Bingyao's eyes.
(Steamed bun …)
(What's wrong?)
…
Ouyang nudged Lin Feng, who was next to him, and asked in a low voice:
"Hey, Lin Feng, what's up with Steamed Bun today?"
"You're not feeling well? You asked for leave?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the seat that belonged to An Xin in the next group. He whispered, "I'm not sure.
"Wasn't Steamed Bun fine two days ago? Why did he suddenly get sick?"
Lin Feng scratched his head in bewilderment.
"I don't know."
"Didn't we have dinner together yesterday?"
After being reminded by Lin Feng, Ouyang immediately remembered and slapped his thigh.
"Oh right! Didn't Steamed Bun say he wasn't feeling well at dinner last night? "
As he said that, he sighed. "Damn, I thought it was nothing at that time, but it turned out to be so serious —"
Lin Feng also remembered.
Last night, he was the one who delivered the steamed buns to the subway station.
Then, Lin Feng recalled what had happened last night, including when he delivered Steamed Bun to the subway station and when he said goodbye.
Lin Feng rubbed his nose. He had a serious expression on his face.
Even someone as thick-skinned as him began to feel that something had been wrong with Steamed Bun since last night.
Even though An Xin's behavior was normal in the eyes of outsiders, Lin Feng was very sensitive to this aspect as they grew up together as childhood sweethearts.
…
After school that night, the other students packed their bags and went home. Lin Feng, Ouyang, Yang Fan, Ren Rou, and Tang Bingyao gathered together.
They were still talking about Anxin.
"Did Steamed Bun catch a cold yesterday?"
Ouyang expressed his opinion.
"The temperature has dropped a lot recently. It's easy to catch a cold if you're not careful."
Yang Fan adjusted his glasses and furrowed his brows.
"It doesn't seem like it. I didn't see Steamed Bun catch a cold yesterday. She said she wasn't feeling well at dinner last night."
Ren Rou looked a little worried. "If it's not a cold … then there's something else wrong with her. Doesn't that sound more serious? Oh right, Lin Feng, has Steamed Bun been like this before? Is it an old illness or — "
Lin Feng thought hard for a moment, then shook his head.
"No."
"Steamed Bun's always been healthy."
When Lin Feng said that, he suddenly stopped.
It was as if something had flashed through his mind. It was vague and indistinct, but it wasn't real. At this time, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.
Tang Bingyao suggested with a serious expression.
"Should we go see Steamed Bun?"
But Yang Fan pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "That might not be appropriate. We don't even know what's wrong with Steamed Bun or if she's sick. If we go visit her rashly, we might even disturb her rest."
Yang Fan's words were reasonable.
Ren Rou nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Old Yang is right. But … we need to understand the situation first. It'll be too worrying if we don't know what's going on."
After saying that, she turned to look at Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng, give Steamed Bun a call when we get back tonight. Ask her what's wrong."
Ouyang Fan nodded. "That's right. You and Steamed Bun are childhood friends. You're the best person to ask. You can tell us later. That way we won't have to worry."
Lin Feng scratched his head, then solemnly agreed, "Alright.
"Okay!"
… …
The members of the eSports club said their goodbyes and dispersed.
On the other hand, Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao still had to rush to the internet cafe to meet up with Ceng Rui and Zhang Hao. After all, the East China region's top 16 knockout matches were coming up soon. They couldn't afford to slack off.
But this also made them worry about An Xin's health even more.
The top 16 matches were only a few days away. If the girl didn't recover in time, it would affect her performance on the field.
However, in the following matches, the opponents would only get stronger, and the situation would become more and more severe. If Lin Feng and the other four members of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association team could not go all out and perform at their best, they would really be in great danger when they met veteran strong teams like Fudan University and Zhejiang University.
Ceng Rui brought some bad news when the four members of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association met up at the internet cafe that night.
"The list of the top 16 is out."
In the private room of the internet cafe, Ceng Rui's voice was as calm as ever, but there was a hint of seriousness in it.
"There's nothing wrong with this round.
But the top 16 will be divided into four groups. We're in Group A.
"Zhejiang University is also in Group A."
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the other three members of the team turned serious.
Because they were assigned to the same group, it meant that if the Shanghai Telecommunications Association advanced to the top 16, their next opponent in the top eight would most likely be Zhejiang University.
That was a really strong opponent.
They were the last team in the National University League.
Moreover, there were a total of four places in the East China region to advance to the national finals. In other words, in the top eight, Lin Feng's team of five from the Shanghai Telecommunications Association and Zhejiang University would have to fight to the death.
When two strong teams met, one was bound to get hurt.
This kind of grouping suddenly pulled the Shanghai Telecommunications Association team to a really serious test.
After Ceng Rui gave the bad news, Lin Feng also gave the bad news on his side. When he heard that An Xin hadn't been feeling well for the past two days, Ceng Rui's expression changed slightly, and his brows furrowed.
He was also very clear about the impact of a team member's physical condition on the team and the match.
Almost …
It would be fatal.
Zhang Hao's face was full of worry.
"Is Bao Bao okay?"
"She has to recover as soon as possible."
Ceng Rui subconsciously reached out and rubbed his temples. He took a deep breath.
"No matter what, at this critical juncture, we have to do our best to overcome all problems —"
"It's just the four of us today."
"Training will continue as usual."
After making this decision, Ceng Rui turned to Lin Feng.
"Remember to give Bao Bao a call and ask her how she's doing. That way, we can continue with the follow-up preparations and arrangements."
When Lin Feng heard these words again, he nodded seriously and solemnly.
"Don't worry.
I'll call her when I get back tonight. "
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