Chapter 158 Standing at the Forefront of CP

Lin Yuan also lay on the bed beside him, not sleeping with Su Qingqing. He wanted Su Qingqing to have a good rest for the night.

"Tongzi, I really have to thank you this time, otherwise how could I have gotten the life-saving pill by chance."

[Ahem, this system can tell you very clearly that I didn't help you this time, you were just lucky. ]

After hearing the system's answer, Lin Yuan had an idea in his mind, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

[Alas~ This host is very difficult to lead, and the progress depends entirely on me! It can be regarded as completing half of the task. ]

The next day, the sun shone through the window and sprinkled in the house.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of morning light reflected in his deep eyes.

He got up gently, trying to move as lightly as possible, for fear of disturbing Su Qingqing who was still sleeping.

He stood by the bed, looking at Su Qingqing gently.

She lay quietly, her long hair like a waterfall, gently spread on the pillow, her face looked more beautiful and refined in the morning light, like a sleeping fairy.

A warm current surged in Lin Yuan's heart. He gently tucked the corners of the quilt for her, then sat quietly on the chair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving her face, enjoying this rare quiet time.

Su Qingqing also woke up quickly. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Yuan beside her. Her face instantly turned red, thinking of what happened last night.

Lin Yuan saw Su Qingqing open her eyes and then said.

"Good morning, Qingqing, you're awake."

Hearing Lin Yuan's voice, Su Qingqing covered her head with the quilt to cover herself.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan's mouth curled up with a doting smile.

He was not in a hurry, and patiently waited for Su Qingqing's reaction.

After a while, Su Qingqing under the quilt began to move gently, as if adjusting her posture.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan said softly.

"What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, Su Qingqing's heartbeat accelerated, but she still didn't dare to stick her head out from under the quilt.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan reached out and gently lifted a corner of the quilt.

Su Qingqing closed her eyes shyly, but she didn't reject Lin Yuan's action.

When the quilt was completely lifted, Su Qingqing's face was exposed to the air, and she lowered her head shyly.

"Good morning, Lin Yuan."

Su Qingqing's voice was as light as a whisper in the morning breeze, with a hint of imperceptible shyness.

Lin Yuan looked at Su Qingqing's shy look, and his heart was full of tenderness.

He gently reached out his hand and gently pinned Su Qingqing's hair behind her ears, with gentle and delicate movements.

Su Qingqing felt Lin Yuan's touch, and her body stiffened slightly, but then she relaxed, allowing Lin Yuan to gently guard her by her side.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, only their breathing and heartbeats intertwined together, forming the most beautiful melody of this morning.

After the two of them washed up, Lin Yuan took Su Qingqing to go through the discharge procedures.

The doctors and nurses cast surprised glances at them, and some even smiled and joked.

"It's the power of love. We are all relieved to see her recover so quickly."

Su Qingqing's cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head shyly, while Lin Yuan held her hand tightly and said.

"Senior Qingqing, you don't know that if this nurse hadn't helped me wipe your body last night, you might not have had a fever."

"Really? Thank you so much."

"It's okay. Your boyfriend was worried about you yesterday."

After chatting for a while, Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing left the hospital.

Su Qingqing didn't realize that her head injury had completely recovered, she just felt refreshed.

They walked out of the hospital gate and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, cars and people, and the breath of life was blowing in. Su Qingqing leaned gently on Lin Yuan's shoulder, feeling his warmth.

The two came to the parking lot, and Lin Yuan took Su Qingqing to the calligraphy event.

Chen Xinshu also arrived at the event early, and then sent a message in the group.

"Senior Su, Senior Lin, I'm here. Are you here? Senior Su, are you really okay?"

Su Qingqing gently took out her mobile phone, looked at Chen Xinshu's caring message, and a warm smile appeared on her face.

She replied.

"Xinshu, I'm fine now, thank you for your concern. We'll be there soon, see you later."

After saying that, she looked up at Lin Yuan who was concentrating on driving.

Su Qingqing felt a sense of happiness in her heart. With Lin Yuan by her side, she felt that everything became better.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot of the calligraphy event. Su Qingqing and Lin Yuan got out of the car together and walked towards the event hand in hand.

Chen Xinshu stood in a corner of the event site, and her eyes were involuntarily attracted by a familiar figure.

She saw Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing walking slowly hand in hand.

Their smiles were filled with happiness and sweetness, which made Chen Xinshu feel inexplicably excited.

"I hit it, I hit it!"

Chen Xinshu cheered in her heart. She felt that she was standing at the forefront of the CP.

Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing were getting closer and closer, and Chen Xinshu's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

When she saw them approaching, she couldn't help but smile brightly and greeted them.

"Senior Su, Hello, Senior Lin."

"Good morning."

"Morning."

The event site was very lively and crowded.

The air was filled with a faint scent of ink, accompanied by people's whispers and laughter, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

The three of them walked into the calligraphy event together and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing were wearing neat school uniforms, holding hands, like a picture of youth.

Chen Xinshu followed closely behind, her eyes flashing with excitement and expectation.

The event site was decorated in an ancient style, with calligraphy works hanging on the wall, exuding a faint scent of ink.

People squatted or stood, writing attentively, and their brushstrokes revealed their love and respect for traditional culture.

Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing walked to a desk, gently spread out the rice paper, and prepared to show their calligraphy skills.

Chen Xinshu stood aside and recorded the beauty of this moment with her mobile phone.

Lin Yuan picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to sway freely on the rice paper.

His brushstrokes were smooth and powerful, as if every stroke was telling of his love for calligraphy.

Su Qingqing was not to be outdone. She gently held the brush, and the tip of the brush jumped on the paper, leaving a string of beautiful handwriting.

After Chen Xinshu took pictures of Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing, she also picked up the brush and started writing.

In this event, each guest found a seat and wrote whatever they wanted. When everyone came and finished writing, the judges would select the three best guests who participated in the event and give them things such as the four treasures of the study.