Chapter 90 p2
The next day, Chi Lin woke up, went through her usual morning routine of washing up, practicing martial arts, and meditating, then had breakfast with Peng Ziyuan.
She messaged Lou Mi on the way to school and took precautions before getting out of the car.
Today, she was dressed like Lou Mi usually did, wearing a hat and a mask.
Everyone at school must have watched yesterday’s match. Chi Lin could imagine the commotion her appearance would cause.
She blended into the crowd as she entered the school.
Fortunately, it was spring, and with flu season and pollen allergies, many people were wearing masks, so her attire wasn’t unusual.
She quietly got out of the car and walked towards the school gate.
Good, almost at the teaching building.
Once she reached the classroom, she would be halfway through the day…
“Is that, Chi Lin?”
Hearing a whisper behind her, Chi Lin’s back stiffened.
“It’s her…”
“It’s Chi Lin!”
“Ahhh, Chi Lin! Mommy watched your match yesterday! Look at me!”
Who’s your mommy?!
Chi Lin didn’t look back and started running.
For some reason, the boys and girls behind her also started running, chasing after her like a frenzied mob.
Someone spotted her from the left, their gaze locking onto her.
Chi Lin immediately changed direction and ran the other way.
“Chi Lin, don’t run!”
“Take a photo with me! Just one!”
Surrounded by pursuers from all directions, Chi Lin leaped into the air, hovering half a meter above the ground, leaving the crowd behind in an instant.
Everyone: “??”
Landing, Chi Lin’s heart pounded. She had unconsciously used her Qinggong again.
Not daring to look back, she rushed into the fire escape stairwell, ran up to the eighth floor, and burst into the homeroom teacher’s office.
Ms. Qi, who had just poured herself a cup of tea, was startled by Chi Lin’s sudden appearance and burned her tongue.
“What’s going on?” She quickly covered the cup, her tongue numb.
“Master Qi, help me.”
Ms. Qi: “…”
What did you call me?
Chi Lin experienced the woes of being famous.
In this era of rapid information dissemination and unrestrained public enthusiasm, being a celebrity required not only a strong mentality but also exceptional agility.
If she had been a step slower, she would have been swallowed whole by the enthusiastic crowd.
Ms. Qi reported the incident, and all the homeroom teachers were put on high alert. Security patrols were intensified, and no outsiders were allowed on campus.
Lin Xiaozhi said to Chi Lin, “Do you know how crazy our class went during your match? Before it started, Gao Xiang and the others saw people doubting you online, and they spent the entire morning arguing with them. After they were done, they realized you had already won, they almost jumped through the roof. They created seven or eight fan groups, your popularity at school is probably on par with your sister’s now.”
Wei Zhuoning sent a message in their study group chat: “Lin, Lin! Are you going to be a professional player now? Are you still coming to school?”
Chi Lin replied: “I’m just filling in for my sister for a while, we’ll see what happens later.”
Wei Zhuoning sent a chubby dog wagging its tail emoji: “So sweet! I thought Sister Lou was the doting one, but it turns out our Lin is even more so. Younger is better!”
Chi Lin: “…”
What was “younger is better”?
She made a mental note of this phrase, adding it to her self-compiled “Modern Chinese Vocabulary.”
Lin Xiaozhi glanced back at Wei Zhuoning, who, feeling scrutinized, shifted uncomfortably and avoided her gaze.
“Are you interested in younger partners now?” Lin Xiaozhi sent a private message to Wei Zhuoning, who was a few months younger.
Wei Zhuoning didn’t reply, unsure how to respond.
Was Lin Xiaozhi too perceptive? Why was she reading into everything?
She did like younger partners, but that dynamic would be difficult to achieve between her and Lin Xiaozhi.
Even if she wanted to, would the powerful Lin Xiaozhi give her the chance…?
The time Lou Mi spent in the hospital should have been the most relaxing period in her five or six years of professional gaming.
But she couldn’t relax.
Besides participating in daily video conferences and analyzing their opponents for the finals, she also had the monumental task of regaining her past life memories.
Chi Lin was incredibly busy, juggling school and training, and by the time she visited Lou Mi in the hospital every evening, it was already dark.
Lou Lixing and Peng Ziyuan also visited, but they were busy people and couldn’t stay at the hospital all the time.
So, Lou Mi spent most of her days alone.
Perfect for trying out all the methods she had found online for regaining her memories.
The sooner she remembered, the sooner she could help Chi Lin, and Lou Mi was full of enthusiasm.
The online tips hadn’t worked, so she decided to try some props.
After searching online, she found numerous products claiming to help restore past life memories.
Regardless of their efficacy, Lou Mi bought a bunch of them.
Things like Meng Po ginger tea, past life mirrors, memory beans, reincarnation cards, soul-searching helmets…
Packages arrived at her ward daily, making the nurses curious: “Are you that bored? You should get some exercise, or at least some sunlight.”
Lou Mi smiled politely and, as soon as they left, eagerly tore open the packages.
Meng Po ginger tea? The name made her uneasy.
Wasn’t Meng Po the goddess of forgetfulness? What if drinking her tea made her forget everything in this life?
And wasn’t it Meng Po soup, not tea?
Lou Mi read the description, which claimed that this ginger tea not only helped restore past life memories, but also promoted sweating, relieved colds, and soothed coughs, a very healthy beverage.
Lou Mi observed the tea for a while, figuring that if the seller dared to sell it, it probably wouldn’t kill her. Even if the chances were slim, she had to try.
She chugged a few large gulps and waited for the effect.
Three hours later, Lou Mi declared the drink effective.
The “promoting sweating” part wasn’t a lie. Lou Mi had made four trips to the bathroom in an hour, drenched in sweat.
Barely two minutes after coming out, her stomach rumbled again, and she rushed back for another round.
Meng Po’s product lived up to its name. Whether it was Meng Po soup or Meng Po ginger tea, half a bottle was enough to make Lou Mi forget who she was.
She crawled out of the bathroom, begging the nurse for antidiarrheal medication.
The nurse asked if she had eaten something strange, why was she suddenly having diarrhea?
Too embarrassed to explain, Lou Mi just pleaded.
The nurse consulted a doctor, who, after understanding the situation, gave her some medicine and told her to stop eating random things.
Valuing her life, Lou Mi threw away everything edible.
She continued trying the remaining items.
The past life mirror had a crack as soon as she unpacked it, looking like a cheap knockoff. Useless, she threw it away.
The reincarnation cards were all pictures of naked women. Lou Mi looked through them, clicking her tongue. How could such indecent things help her regain her past life memories? She tore them up.
Finally, only the soul-searching helmet remained.
Lou Mi took it out of the large box. One look was enough.
A green, translucent, triangular helmet that seemed to cover the entire head except for the face.
Product description:
“Please wear the helmet and stand in a sunny, undisturbed location, preferably in the afternoon when the yang energy is strongest, for one hour. This helmet will help you gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, focusing it on your crown chakra, naturally restoring your past life memories.”
Reading this, Lou Mi felt insulted.
What kind of idiot would wear this ugly thing?
And go outside in broad daylight wearing it? Was she crazy?
She kicked it under the bed, disheartened.
None of them were useful!
Lou Mi lay sprawled on the bed, remembering Chi Lin’s melancholic expression when talking about Dayuan. Her heart ached.
She sat up again.
Fine, for Chi Lin’s sake, she would endure the embarrassment. She had to try, what if it worked?
At noon, when the nurse came to check on her, Lou Mi was gone.
The nurse wasn’t surprised. HighTowerMiyuki was a busy person, even hospitalization couldn’t keep her still.
Lou Mi found a secluded garden and put on the soul-searching helmet.
It was a tight fit.
After putting it on and standing still, as instructed, for 15 minutes of the required hour, her neck started to ache.
Was this thing even working… It was heavy, stuffy, and incredibly stupid-looking.
She felt slightly dizzy, but her head did feel warmer.
Was it really gathering energy? Or was it just the heat from the sun?
Lou Mi was convinced she had gone mad—was she going to go bald from this?!
Just as her resolve wavered, she noticed someone standing beside her.
A young man.
He was standing in the same posture as her, eyes closed.
Lou Mi hadn’t noticed him approach at all.
After taking a few deep breaths, the young man opened his eyes, looked at her, and asked a question she hadn’t expected:
“Are you also searching for your past life?”
Lou Mi’s heart leaped: “How did you know? Are you too?!”
The young man smiled faintly and extended his hand: “A fellow seeker.”
As they shook hands, a strange feeling washed over Lou Mi.
Wait, this scene seemed familiar…
“Xiao Zhong! What are you doing here?!” A woman in her 40s, followed by several nurses and doctors, rushed over.
Lou Mi: “?”
The woman took the young man’s hand and led him away: “Xiao Zhong, we agreed you would talk to the doctor, why did you leave without telling me? Mommy was so worried…”
The doctors and nurses, relieved to have found him, glanced back at Lou Mi as they left.
Lou Mi noticed their name tags: Psychiatry.
Lou Mi, still wearing the triangular helmet: “……”
The medical staff, increasingly concerned about Lou Mi, left two people behind to talk to her.
Lou Mi, removing the helmet, forced a smile: “You must have misunderstood.”
The doctor said, “There’s no need to be afraid, Miss, we just want to have a chat.”
“No, no, there’s nothing to talk about…”
Lou Mi backed away, frantically.
Damn it! The helmet was stuck!
As the medical staff approached, she turned and ran, the green triangle bobbing on her head, almost taking flight!
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