I Deduce the Female Lead Likes Me [Transmigration into a book] - Chapter 7: Make-up Test
On Friday evening, Kou Shuang received a notification that the physical fitness make-up test would be held over the weekend.
Kou Shuang felt helpless. Only then did she remember the first thing she learned after transmigrating into the book: she had failed the 800-meter run. So, was it time to pay the piper?
Since she had taken over this life, she had to diligently complete all aspects of it.
Kou Shuang woke up early, and as soon as she arrived at the sports field, she saw Song Muxue.
Song Muxue was wearing a pink tracksuit with her hair tied in a ponytail, looking exceptionally vibrant. Compared to her usual “iceberg beauty” persona, it was a refreshing change.
Seeing Kou Shuang, Song Muxue proactively came over and asked: “Have you had breakfast?”
Kou Shuang was momentarily stunned and said: “You failed your physical test too?”
Song Muxue then asked: “What time did you go to bed last night?”
Song Muxue asked with such a natural right that Kou Shuang found herself with no standing to question her being too nosy. She could only honestly reply: “I went to bed at 12:30 AM yesterday, and I had two steamed buns for breakfast. What did you fail? I can help you with long jump or high jump.”
Song Muxue stared at her for a while before saying: “Alright then, let’s go.”
Kou Shuang watched Song Muxue’s retreating figure walking towards the cafeteria and suddenly realized: Could Song Muxue have been worried I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and that’s why she purposely waited for me here?
Kou Shuang chased after her and said: “Did you really fail a course? Or are you here to take the test for someone?”
Song Muxue stopped, looked back at her, and said: “Do you need me to take the test for you?”
“Huh?”
“The school doctor said last time that you had poor sleep and a bit of hypoglycemia. You can’t run 800 meters; I can substitute—if you faint a second time, I won’t be able to explain it to Uncle Kou.” After saying this, Song Muxue added: “Don’t stay up late anymore. What if you really die suddenly?”
Song Muxue’s concern came out of nowhere, but Kou Shuang had no time to focus on that. She only noticed the words “die suddenly.”
Could it be… that I really die suddenly from staying up late? “Kou Shuang” ran 800 meters after staying up late, and I worked hard after staying up late.
It was because of the same name and the same cause of death that such a fantastical thing as transmigrating into a book happened. So, what was the purpose of transmigrating?
This thought was incredibly wild, but Kou Shuang accepted it without any problem.
Because she clearly remembered the feeling the moment she collapsed on the road: all her organs simultaneously went on strike, clamoring for rest, for cessation. At that moment, even her nerves were weary; even pain couldn’t be transmitted, only emptiness remained…
*So that’s why…*
Kou Shuang stood rooted to the spot, her expression shocked and sad.
So I really… did die suddenly from cultivating to become an immortal…
Song Muxue saw Kou Shuang had no reaction for a long time and asked, somewhat strangely: “What’s wrong?”
Kou Shuang looked up at Song Muxue, forced a smile, and said: “I won’t stay up late anymore. I’ll cherish this hard-won health.”
How inexplicable… Song Muxue continued walking towards the physical test location.
Kou Shuang only had the 800-meter run left, and many students had also failed this item. There were already quite a few people waiting at the test point.
Song Muxue asked Kou Shuang: “Uncle Kou asked me yesterday if you’ve found an internship. He was harsh with you last time, so he felt awkward asking you directly. If you need help, just proactively tell Uncle Kou.”
Kou Shuang was surprised and said: “I’ve already found an internship. I’ll call him back later.”
“Is it that magazine from last time?”
“No,” Kou Shuang shook her head and said: “I was rejected. The current internship was introduced by Sun Jiawen. You remember Sun Jiawen, right? The girl who was secretly filmed at the subway station.”
Song Muxue was silent for a while and said: “Is this internship reliable?”
Perhaps it was suspicion, but Song Muxue didn’t trust Sun Jiawen.
“It’s selling paintings at a place called Chunsheng Gallery. They’re currently hosting a charity touring exhibition and need narrators and sales staff, so I went. They were hiring quite urgently and accepted me just based on my qualifications. But it’s just selling paintings, it should be fine, right? Anyway, I asked Sun Jiawen, and Sun Jiawen said it’s okay.” Kou Shuang replied, joking: “I think you’ve been quite nice to me lately. Is it because I’m no longer interested in Zheng Fenglin and have moved on to Lu Renjia?”
Song Muxue was silent, not knowing what to say.
Kou Shuang then said: “There are plenty of fish in the sea; I won’t hang myself on Zheng Fenglin. That HR at Chunsheng Gallery is quite handsome, what was his name… Lux… like the shampoo?”
“Are you shallow? Do you decide who to trust based on looks alone?” Song Muxue rarely complained like this.
“Then among all the people in the world, I would definitely trust you the most,” Kou Shuang said with a cheeky smile.
“Snow and Frost’s Gift to Me” was written around Song Muxue; if she didn’t trust her, who would she trust?
Song Muxue was silent for a moment again and said: “Be careful with Sun Jiawen and Lu Renjia. I feel like they might be hiding something from you.”
“Didn’t expect you to be so gossipy?” Kou Shuang was a little surprised and said: “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 physical test form to the assistant’s desk to queue up, Song Muxue stopped her and asked: “Do you really not need me to take the test for you?”
Kou Shuang smiled, raised the physical test form in her hand, and said: “You’re too beautiful. I bet the assistant recognizes you.”
The assistant was a student pulled in as extra help, also only in their junior year. His eyes flickered, occasionally glancing their way. When Song Muxue looked over, the assistant shyly (?) averted his gaze.
Only then did Song Muxue give up, admonishing: “If your heart feels uncomfortable, stop. It’s okay if you don’t pass; it won’t affect graduation.”
But Kou Shuang never expected that she had misjudged her physical fitness. This body didn’t belong to her. As soon as she started running, Kou Shuang thought, Oh no, how long had it been since this body exercised? She could feel her joints creaking. She regretted refusing Song Muxue’s help. She should have let Song Muxue use a honey trap to confuse the assistant and help her pass this hurdle first.
She had only run a quarter of a lap, and Kou Shuang was already far behind the other girls in her group. She checked her pulse, thinking: It’s only been a few days since I came to this world, don’t tell me I’m going to collapse now—
She bit her lip, clutched her abdomen, and dragged her leaden calves, running one step at a time, feeling utterly desperate.
Even if she could finish the whole run, she probably wouldn’t pass… How pampered was Kou Shuang, really?
However, what she didn’t expect was that halfway through the lap, a cool, pleasant voice came from beside her ear, instantly calming her down.
“Don’t rush, run slowly. Keep going.”
Kou Shuang turned her head and saw Song Muxue, who had run up beside her at some point, following her step by step.
Song Muxue in her pink tracksuit looked exceptionally radiant. As she cheered Kou Shuang on, her voice was like a clear spring, driving away all the discomfort in Kou Shuang’s heart. Kou Shuang gripped her abdomen, too exhausted to speak, but her eyes kept drifting towards Song Muxue.
Song Muxue seemed to understand, knowing what she wanted to ask, and proactively replied: “Running with you makes it less uncomfortable, and I can keep an eye on you in case you collapse.”
Kou Shuang opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Song Muxue preempted her: “No need to thank me.”
…Heh, this Song Muxue really was quite interesting. Kou Shuang wanted to retort, but her stamina failed her. In the end, she could only stick out a middle finger, conveying the meaning of “I wasn’t going to thank you, hmph!”
Having someone accompany her was indeed much better. Kou Shuang struggled and suffered, yet she still caught up with a few female classmates who were lagging behind in the same group. Near the finish line, Kou Shuang’s eyes were practically rolling back, while Song Muxue could leisurely check her watch and say: “Half a minute left, one hundred meters.”
Half a minute for one hundred meters was incredibly slow, but Kou Shuang ran slower and slower, unable to speed up. Seeing the situation, Song Muxue actually grabbed Kou Shuang’s hand and ran forward, explaining as she ran: “You’ve run this far; it would be too wasteful to fail.”
Kou Shuang had originally thought about arguing a few words, but ultimately said nothing.
When they crossed the finish line, the assistant timing them looked at the two several times, seemingly unsure how to judge. Song Muxue said: “She ran the whole distance herself; I was just accompanying her.”
The referee scratched his head, wrote a string of numbers on the physical test form, and handed it to Kou Shuang.
Kou Shuang glanced at the results slip; it was barely a pass. The stone in her heart finally dropped. Then she wanted to sit on the ground—she was too tired, so tired she couldn’t even stand steadily.
Kou Shuang’s body had only half-collapsed when Song Muxue pulled her upright: “Don’t sit; it’s bad for your body.”
But Kou Shuang just wanted to be a helpless blob at that moment, all her soft bones sprawling—
Well, she sprawled onto Song Muxue’s chest.
Her face poked a zipper, which was a bit hard. But she could still feel that Song Muxue’s chest was very large and soft.
But what made Kou Shuang’s face flush and heart pound even more was Song Muxue’s heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump, thump—
Faster than her own.
The vibrations in her chest resonated through bone conduction in her bl00d, yet all she heard was Song Muxue’s heartbeat. The two sensations blended together, somewhat like resonance, but if you listened closely, you’d realize that Song Muxue’s heartbeat was actually a little faster than her own.
Song Muxue, with her rapidly beating heart, had a pale face but still managed to maintain her calm and composure, emphasizing again: “Don’t sit on the ground; it’s bad for your body.”
Her voice was weak, and her forehead was sweating. Kou Shuang couldn’t help but suspect: Could Song Muxue be even more tired than herself?
Even though she was so tired, she could still remain rational. Not only did she not lean on anything for support, but she also had Kou Shuang hanging onto her.
Kou Shuang immediately felt a bit embarrassed. She straightened up and said: “Mm.”
Song Muxue had no obligation to run with her, yet she was so restrained after the run. Kou Shuang felt she had no reason to fall into indulgence.
She secretly glanced at Song Muxue, thinking: How can this person do it? Is it a golden finger she possesses because she’s the female lead?
Everyone has rationality; everyone knows what they “should” do. But the chasm between what should be and what is, is not something everyone can cross. At least Kou Shuang found it very difficult.
Song Muxue, with a pale face, walked towards the dorm with Kou Shuang and brought up the internship again: “Where is Chunsheng Gallery, where you’re interning? I’ll go check it out if I have time.”
Kou Shuang paused and said: “Near Yongshan Road. When are you going? Let me know in advance!”
Kou Shuang turned to look at her, her eyes very pure, seemingly with a hint of expectation.
“It depends on the situation,” Song Muxue smiled, a particularly clean and beautiful smile.