Jiujiu's question confused Han Chuli for a moment. After a while, Han Chuli said, "I don't know. Anyway, I like you."
He didn't know why he liked Jiujiu, but he liked her. It was as natural as eating, drinking, and breathing. Liking someone didn't require much reasoning.
If liking someone required reasoning, then it would be negotiating conditions, not liking someone.
Jiujiu pursed her lips and smiled. "I promise you that if I want to date in the future, you'll be the first person I consider. I won't consider anyone else. You can rest assured now."
"Yes."
Jiujiu's promise reassured him.
However, he asked, "What type of boy do you like?"
He had known Nan Qiao for so many years. Nan Qiao had a good attitude toward everyone. After she was discharged from the hospital, her attitude toward him had improved. Therefore, Han Chuli wasn't sure what type of boy Jiujiu liked. He couldn't figure out whether Jiujiu liked him or not.
If she didn't like him, she was so good to him. If she liked him, she was so good to everyone. It was really difficult to figure her out.
"Liking this kind of thing depends on fate and affinity." Thinking of the person in her mind, Jiujiu smiled faintly. "If I could explain what liking someone is in a few words, then it wouldn't be called liking someone."
Han Chuli thought about it carefully and felt that this sentence was very reasonable. He didn't continue to ask.
After talking to Han Chuli, Nan Jia and Nan Weihong arrived.
Compared to Nan Weihong who hung up the phone, Nan Jia had been in school.
And because he was Nan Qiao's younger brother, the teacher paid attention to him in every class and encouraged him to learn like his sister.
At first, Nan Jia didn't understand what the teacher meant. But when he found out that his sister was the provincial champion, Nan Jia was stunned for a second and then burst into tears.
His sister had been in a coma in the hospital for three months. Needless to say, she would definitely not be able to keep up with the progress of the class. Her studies would definitely not be as good as before. Therefore, she must have put in a lot of effort in the past few days to be able to get first place in the province this time.
When she thought about how Jiujiu had just recovered from a serious illness and had yet to fully recover, she had to stay up late to study every day, Nan Jia's heart felt particularly uncomfortable.
Because even though Jiujiu was sick, she was still studying hard. If she didn't study hard, wouldn't she be letting Jiujiu down?
Normally, Nanjia would listen to whatever he liked to listen to. Today, even if it was a dull and uninteresting lesson, he could still patiently listen to it.
Nan Jia patiently listened to the lesson for the entire day. Once school was over, she rushed home like a swallow returning to its nest.
Once they reached home, Nan Jia rushed to Jiujiu's bedroom and plunged her head into Jiujiu's embrace, bumping into Jiujiu's chest until it hurt.
Jiujiu's face instantly darkened.
Oh my god, this is meat. This is her meat.
If she didn't like Nan Jia, she would definitely beat him up.
Jiujiu patted Nan Jia's head and smiled as she said, "What's wrong?"
"Sis, you're the provincial top scorer this time."
It was clearly a joyous occasion, but Jiujiu seemed to hear the sobbing tone in his voice.
Jiujiu patted Nan Jia's head rather amusedly and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy that I'm the provincial top scorer? "
Nan Jia shook his head. He was definitely happy that his sister was the provincial top scorer. However, when he thought about the hardships that his sister might have to suffer for the sake of becoming the provincial top scorer, his heart felt particularly pained.
"Sis, I'll definitely study hard in the future and become the provincial top scorer."
In her previous life, Nan Jia was diagnosed with acute leukemia during the second half of his third year of middle school. He was immediately hospitalized because Nan Qiao and Nan Weihong's bone marrow couldn't match Nan Jia's. He could only wait for a suitable bone marrow. While waiting, he had to continuously take medicine and chemotherapy to control his condition.
Even with Cheng Baitang's help, how could a suitable bone marrow be found so quickly?
Even though Cheng Baitang had provided him with the best medical conditions, Nanjia had suffered a lot. However, even though he had suffered a lot, Nanjia was still gone.
After Nan Jia's death, Nan Weihong blamed himself for being useless. He also blamed himself for being useless. If it wasn't for him being useless, Nan Qiao wouldn't have chosen to be Cheng Baitang's mistress.
His son was already gone. He didn't want his daughter to continue to be like this. He directly jumped down from the top of the hospital. He wanted to use his own death in exchange for Nan Qiao's freedom.
What Nan Weihong didn't know was that when Nan Qiao was being taken care of by Cheng Baitang, she relied on herself to tell herself that as long as she continued to endure, Nan Jia would be able to survive.
Now, Nan Jia was gone. Nan Weihong was also dead. Nan Qiao was like a flower that had its nutrients sucked out in an instant.
Nan Weihong wanted to use his own death to grant Nan Qiao her freedom. However, Cheng Baitang's family business was monstrous. Other than death, Nan Qiao couldn't escape from Cheng Baitang's palm.
Their family couldn't be reunited when they were alive. They also couldn't be reunited after death.
In Nan Qiao's memory, the most memory of Nan Jia was that Nan Jia's face was pale and her eyes were closed. She was lying in the intensive care unit with tubes inserted all over her body.
The long period of chemotherapy had tormented the originally healthy and lively Nanjia into a skinny and taciturn boy.
Looking at the healthy and lively Nan Jia in front of her, Jiujiu couldn't help but reach out and pinch the tender flesh on Nan Jia's cheek.
She pinched hard and pulled it away.
Looking at Nan Jia who was grimacing in pain but was extraordinarily docile, she couldn't help but laugh.
Nan Jia was really cute.
In this life, she would definitely protect Nan Jia well.
Jiujiu and Nan Jia were talking about their feelings when Nan Weihong came back.
Seeing that the dining room didn't have any familiar dishes and his two children, Nan Weihong seemed to smell something unusual.
Nan Weihong stepped into the bedroom and looked at Jiujiu and Nan Jia standing opposite him. He asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy groceries."
"Dad, let's go out to eat today."
"Eat out?"
Because of his wife's early death, Nan Weihong had no intention of remarrying. In order to support his two children, the originally careless man was forced to be more careful than a woman.
Nan Jia was going to be in her third year of middle school in the second half of the semester, so she had to enroll in a cram school. Jiujiu definitely didn't do well in her exams this time and would definitely have to repeat the year. The expenditure made him, who originally had a decent income, a little stretched.
Therefore, when he heard Jiujiu say that they were going out to eat, Nan Weihong's first reaction was that eating out was too expensive.
Seeing Nan Weihong's conflicted expression, Jiujiu laughed and said, "Dad, did you receive a call today?"
"I did. It was a scammer. He said that you were the provincial top scorer this time, so I hung up."
Nan Jia was speechless.
Jiujiu giggled.
Nan Weihong still thought that it was a scammer. No wonder her form teacher looked so wronged. If you want to chat with more like-minded people about "Transmigration: Scum Abuse Guide", you can follow "Advanced Study Literature" on WeChat.
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