I Deduce the Female Lead Likes Me [Transmigration into a book] - Chapter 7

On Friday evening, a notice arrived stating that the physical fitness test retake would be held over the weekend.

Kou Shuang felt a wave of helplessness, finally remembering that the first thing she learned after transmigrating into the book was that she had failed the 800-meter run. So, was it time to pay the price?

Since she had taken over this life, she had to properly complete all aspects of it.

Kou Shuang woke up early, but when she arrived at the sports field, she saw Song Muxue.

Song Muxue was wearing a pink tracksuit, her ponytail tied back, radiating vitality. Compared to her icy beauty persona, it was a refreshing change.

Seeing Kou Shuang, Song Muxue approached her and asked, “Did you have breakfast?”

Kou Shuang was taken aback and asked, “Did you fail the test too?”

Song Muxue then asked, “What time did you sleep last night?”

Song Muxue’s questions were so matter-of-fact that Kou Shuang couldn’t find a reason to accuse her of being nosy. She honestly replied, “I went to bed at 12:30 last night, and I had two buns for breakfast. What did you fail? I can help you with the long jump or high jump.”

Song Muxue stared at her for a moment before saying, “Alright, let’s go.”

Watching Song Muxue walk towards the cafeteria, Kou Shuang suddenly realized something: Could Song Muxue have been worried that she hadn’t eaten breakfast and waited for her here?

Kou Shuang caught up to her and asked, “Did you really fail? Or are you here to take the test for someone else?”

Song Muxue stopped, turned to look at her, and asked, “Do you need me to take the test for you?”

“Huh?”

“The school doctor said your sleep isn’t good, and you have low bl00d sugar. You can’t run the 800 meters. I could take it for you—if you faint a second time, I won’t be able to explain it to Uncle Kou.” After saying that, Song Muxue added, “Don’t stay up late anymore. What if you really die from overwork?”

Song Muxue’s concern was sudden and unexpected, but Kou Shuang didn’t have time to focus on that, only noticing the words “die from overwork.”

Could it be… she really died from overwork? “Kou Shuang” ran the 800 meters after staying up late, and she herself had been pushing through work after staying up late.

The similar name and cause of death were why such a fantastical thing as transmigrating happened. Then, what was the purpose of transmigrating?

The idea was crazy, but Kou Shuang accepted it without hesitation.

She clearly remembered the feeling of collapsing on the street, all her organs simultaneously shutting down, demanding rest and cessation. Even her nerves were listless, unable to transmit pain, leaving only emptiness…

So that’s why…

Kou Shuang stood there, stunned, her expression shocked and sad.

So she really… died from cultivating immortality through overwork…

Seeing that Kou Shuang hadn’t reacted for a long time, Song Muxue asked, “What’s wrong?”

Kou Shuang looked up at Song Muxue, forcing a smile, and said, “I won’t stay up late anymore. I’ll cherish this hard-earned health.”

Strange… Song Muxue continued walking towards the test site.

Kou Shuang only had the 800-meter run left, and many students had failed this item, so there was already a crowd waiting at the test site.

Song Muxue asked Kou Shuang, “Uncle Kou asked me yesterday about your internship. He felt bad about scolding you last time and was embarrassed to ask you directly. If you need any help, tell him.”

Kou Shuang was surprised and said, “I already found an internship. I’ll call him back later.”

“Is it the magazine company from last time?”

“No,” Kou Shuang shook her head. “I was rejected. My current internship was introduced by Sun Jiawen. You remember Sun Jiawen, right? The girl who was secretly photographed at the subway station.”

Song Muxue was silent for a moment and then asked, “Is this internship reliable?”

Perhaps she was being overly suspicious, but Song Muxue didn’t trust Sun Jiawen.

“I’m selling paintings at a place called Chunshen Gallery. They’re hosting a charity tour exhibition, and they needed someone to explain and sell the paintings, so I went. They were hiring urgently and accepted me after seeing my qualifications. It’s just selling paintings, so it should be fine. Anyway, I asked Sun Jiawen, and she said it was okay,” Kou Shuang replied, jokingly saying, “I think you’ve been nice to me lately because I’m not interested in Zheng Fenglin anymore and switched to Lu Renjia?”

Song Muxue was silent, not knowing what to say.

Kou Shuang continued, “There are plenty of fish in the sea, I won’t hang myself over Zheng Fenglin. The HR at Chunshen Gallery is quite handsome, his name is Lux… like the shampoo?”

“Are you swayed by looks? You decide who to trust based on their appearance?” Song Muxue rarely made a sarcastic remark.

“Then, out of everyone in the world, I trust you the most,” Kou Shuang smiled cheekily.

“The Wind and Snow Gifted Me” was written about Song Muxue, who else would she trust?

Song Muxue was silent again for a moment and then said, “Be careful around Sun Jiawen and Lu Renjia. I feel like they might be hiding something from you.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so gossipy,” Kou Shuang said, surprised. “But whatever they’re hiding has nothing to do with me. Don’t worry, I won’t date Lu Renjia. I don’t care.”

After chatting for a while, it was finally Kou Shuang’s turn. As Kou Shuang took her test form to the assistant teacher to register, Song Muxue stopped her and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take the test for you?”

Kou Shuang smiled and waved her test form, saying, “You’re too good-looking. I bet the assistant teacher recognizes you.”

The assistant teacher was a student conscripted to help, probably a junior. His eyes kept wandering over to them, and when Song Muxue looked back, he turned away shyly (?).

Song Muxue gave up and instructed, “Stop if you feel any discomfort in your heart. It’s okay if you fail, it won’t affect your graduation.”

But Kou Shuang never expected she had underestimated her physical fitness. This body wasn’t hers, and as soon as she started running, she knew she was in trouble. How long had it been since this body had exercised? She could feel her joints creaking. She regretted refusing Song Muxue’s help. She should have let Song Muxue use her beauty to distract the assistant teacher and get through this.

After running only a quarter of a lap, Kou Shuang was already far behind the other girls in her group. She checked her pulse, thinking, “I’ve only been in this world for a few days, I’m not going to collapse, am I?”

She bit her lip, gripped her abdomen, and dragged her heavy legs, step by step, feeling utterly hopeless.

Even if she could finish the race, she probably wouldn’t pass… How pampered was Kou Shuang?

However, she didn’t expect that when she was about halfway through the lap, a clear, pleasant voice reached her ears, calming her down.

“Don’t rush, run slowly. You can do it.”

Kou Shuang turned her head and saw Song Muxue running beside her, keeping pace with her.

Song Muxue in her pink tracksuit looked exceptionally vibrant, and her encouraging words were like a clear spring, washing away Kou Shuang’s discomfort. Kou Shuang was too exhausted to speak, but her eyes kept drifting towards Song Muxue.

Song Muxue understood what she was trying to ask and said, “Running with you will make it less uncomfortable, and I can keep an eye on you in case you faint.”

Kou Shuang opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Song Muxue interrupted, “You’re welcome.”

…Hey, Song Muxue’s words were quite interesting. Kou Shuang wanted to complain, but she was too exhausted and could only raise her middle finger, expressing “I didn’t want to thank you anyway, hmph.”

Having someone to run with was indeed much better. Kou Shuang struggled and surprisingly caught up with a few of the girls who were lagging behind. As they approached the finish line, Kou Shuang was about to roll her eyes, but Song Muxue calmly checked her watch and said, “Half a minute left, a hundred meters.”

A hundred meters in half a minute was incredibly slow, but Kou Shuang was slowing down and couldn’t speed up. Seeing that things weren’t looking good, Song Muxue grabbed Kou Shuang’s hand and pulled her forward, explaining as they ran, “It would be a shame to fail now that we’re so close.”

Kou Shuang wanted to argue, but she didn’t say anything.

Crossing the finish line, the assistant teacher timing them looked at them several times, unsure how to judge. Song Muxue said, “She ran the entire course herself, I just ran alongside her.”

The referee scratched his head and wrote a series of numbers on the test form, handing it to Kou Shuang.

Kou Shuang glanced at the results, just barely passing, and finally felt relieved. She then wanted to sit down on the ground—she was so tired that she couldn’t even stand.

Just as Kou Shuang’s body was halfway down, Song Muxue pulled her back up, saying, “Don’t sit down, it’s bad for your health.”

But Kou Shuang just wanted to be a lump of mud that couldn’t be helped, her body limp—

Well, she slumped onto Song Muxue’s chest.

Her face pressed against the zipper, feeling a bit rough. But she could still feel that Song Muxue’s chest was large and soft.

What made Kou Shuang even more flustered was Song Muxue’s heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

Faster than her own.

The vibrations of her chest resonated through her bl00d, while Song Muxue’s heartbeat echoed in her ears. The two sensations mingled, creating a kind of resonance, but upon closer listening, she realized that Song Muxue’s heartbeat was actually a little faster than her own.

Song Muxue, whose heart was beating rapidly, looked pale but still tried to maintain her composure and calmness, repeating, “Don’t sit on the ground, it’s bad for your health.”

Her voice was weak, and there was sweat on her forehead. Kou Shuang couldn’t help but wonder if Song Muxue was even more tired than she was.

Despite being so tired, she still maintained her composure, not leaning on anything herself and supporting Kou Shuang.

Kou Shuang suddenly felt embarrassed, straightened up, and said, “Okay.”

Song Muxue had no obligation to run with her, and yet she was so restrained after finishing. Kou Shuang felt she had no reason to be indulgent.

She secretly glanced at Song Muxue, thinking, “How does she do it? Is it a golden finger reserved for the female lead?”

Everyone has rationality, and everyone knows what they “should” do. But the chasm between what should be and what is isn’t something everyone can cross, and Kou Shuang was struggling.

Song Muxue, pale-faced, walked back to the dormitory with Kou Shuang, talking about the internship again, “Where is your Chunshen Gallery internship? I’ll go take a look if I have time.”

Kou Shuang was taken aback and said,

“It’s on Yongshan Road. Let me know in advance when you’re going, okay?”

Kou Shuang turned to look at her, her eyes pure, seemingly with a hint of anticipation.

“We’ll see,” Song Muxue smiled, a clean and beautiful smile.