The car in front of Ding Ruola didn't hit her. She fell just because she was startled. She heard Fang Siyan shouting her name from behind, followed by the screeching of brakes.
Ding Ruola thought something bad had happened to Fang Siyan. When she turned around, her feet didn't coordinate with her mind.
Tripping herself was quite a feat.
From Fang Siyan's perspective, it seemed as if the car had hit Ding Ruola.
The driver thought he had encountered a fraudster. As soon as he got out of the car, he started talking about the dash - cam.
Ding Ruola waved her hand.
"It's okay. I just accidentally fell."
In the distance, Fang Siyan saw Ding Ruola stand up from the ground. He quickly ran over and helped her up.
"Are you okay?"
There were beads of sweat on Fang Siyan's forehead, and his neatly styled hair was now sticking messily to his forehead.
"Old Fang, I'm fine."
Fang Siyan helped Ding Ruola to the side of the road. She rolled up her pants to show him the bruise on her ankle.
She took a few steps to convince Fang Siyan that she was okay.
But Fang Siyan insisted on going to the hospital. He was worried.
Problems with the body might not be apparent on - site.
The hospital was also owned by Fangyuan Group and was open 24 hours.
Ding Ruola was led by the nurse to go through several machines.
The final report didn't end up in Ding Ruola's hands.
Fang Siyan looked at Ding Ruola's medical report. It seemed he had really overreacted. There were no internal injuries in her ankle, just some external wounds.
"See, I told you but you didn't believe me!"
Ding Ruola looked at her medical report proudly.
"You'd better not sit for too long in the future."
Fang Siyan put a CT report in front of Ding Ruola.
A lumbar disc herniation?
She was so young but had a disease usually found in the elderly.
However, people in the design industry had to sit for long periods.
Especially someone like Ding Ruola. Once she started designing, her bottom was glued to the chair.
She wouldn't leave her chair and desk until the design was completed.
"It seems I'll have to spend my birthday in the hospital."
It was already midnight. Fang Siyan looked at his watch.
Ding Ruola pursed her lips and said nothing. It was okay not to mention it, but once it was brought up, she got angry.
She couldn't understand why Fang Siyan couldn't accept her proposal.
"Why did you..."
"Let me do this humble thing instead!"
Fang Siyan knelt on one knee and took out a ring from his clothes.
His birthday wish was for Ding Ruola to accept his proposal. He didn't expect that Ding Ruola had the same thought.
But thinking about Ding Ruola kneeling in front of so many people, it was unfair to a girl, especially the girl he loved.
"Baby, will you?"
Ding Ruola looked at the ring in the box and took out the ring she had been clutching in her palm.
She had only been angry at that time and it was just a fake move. Of course, she wouldn't just throw away such a valuable thing.
"You lied?"
Fang Siyan pulled out Ding Ruola's hand directly, put the ring on her ring finger, and then picked her up by the waist.
He stuffed the girl into the car.
The two of them soon got home.
They took a bath and did what they should do.
Ding Ruola really proved the essence of human beings - Wang Jingze - with her actions.
Bi Shuang had advised her to be more intimate with Fang Siyan before, and she had refused it a hundred times.
Now she and Fang Siyan were lying in the same quilt.
At lunchtime the next day, Ding Ruola saw Bi Shuang.
Bi Shuang was an old hand. No man could match this girl's speed of innuendo.
She pulled Ding Ruola to a less crowded place with a mischievous look.
"Is it nice?"
Ding Ruola knew Bi Shuang was teasing her. She rolled her eyes at Bi Shuang.
"The God of Racing on Mount Qiushan is just so - so."
Ding Ruola really admired Bi Shuang. Every word she said, even the punctuation marks in a chat, could be a double - entendre.
In the afternoon, when she was in class, Bi Shuang suddenly sent a message.
[Bi Shuang: Dingding, I'm going to fall in love.]
[…]
Ding Ruola could only reply with an ellipsis. Unexpectedly, Bi Shuang quickly replied with six commas.
Followed by a sentence - Tadpoles looking for their mother.
When Ding Ruola saw this message, her face darkened. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
[Hurry up and find a god to take you away. I can't handle you.]
With such a high - speed of innuendo, Ding Ruola would sprain her waist sooner or later.
Bi Shuang felt bored and stopped teasing Ding Ruola.
She sincerely told Ding Ruola that she had a crush on a junior. But she was going to intern and graduate in the second half of the year.
If she got together with the junior, wasn't she just holding him back?
Listening to Bi Shuang's analysis, Ding Ruola wondered who this junior was that could make Bi Shuang so infatuated.
She didn't know until she asked. The boy was from the School of Art.
Design and art were just one step apart.
One was elegant, focusing on humanity, while the other was more practical, only emphasizing beauty for the masses.
Later, Ding Ruola accompanied Bi Shuang to the School of Art to find the junior.
"Is that junior single?"
Ding Ruola was curious. Otherwise, wouldn't their blatant appearance be like breaking up a couple?
As soon as the two of them got close to the teaching building of the School of Art, they were surrounded by the artistic atmosphere.
Freshmen still had evening self - study. They found the classroom where the boy had evening self - study.
At the door, they saw the junior hugging a girl.
"Let's go. My taste is really bad."
Bi Shuang left awkwardly.
It wasn't just self - mockery. Her taste was really not good.
She clearly knew so many ways to chase a man. When it came to chasing boys, Bi Shuang was Ding Ruola's teacher.
But Bi Shuang still couldn't get out of the single state. It wasn't a problem of technique but her judgment of people.
At the beginning of her freshman year, she had a boyfriend who was well - known for being stingy in the whole department.
When his sister got married, he insisted on taking Bi Shuang there. Bi Shuang couldn't refuse, so she went.
After arriving, the boy gave Bi Shuang a red envelope in front of his friends.
Bi Shuang opened it while pretending to go to the toilet. There was nothing inside.
The stingy boyfriend told Bi Shuang - It was filled with the atmosphere of joy.
Bi Shuang broke up with him immediately.
After that, things got even more absurd. There were the pick - up artist and the wild boy in the band. None of them were reliable.
"Can you stop being attracted by good looks?"
Bi Shuang sighed and spread her hands.
"Not everyone is like you, who can meet a man like Professor Fang, whose soul and appearance are both interesting."
Hearing Bi Shuang's high praise of Fang Siyan, Ding Ruola couldn't help feeling proud.
"Of course my man is excellent."
Then she noticed Bi Shuang's disappointed expression.
"When will I meet my true love?"
Ding Ruola silently complained in her heart that as long as she didn't just pick a man on the street and say she liked him in the future, she would definitely meet a good man.
"It's just a matter of time."
She said it casually, and Bi Shuang just listened casually.