yournovel Chapter 112 Maintaining Good Health
Chapter 112 Maintaining Good Health
Chapter 113 Maintaining Good Health
"I didn't give you anything random this time, so you can accept it."
Xia Li finished speaking.
Children were setting off firecrackers downstairs. A series of crackling sounds followed by laughter and shouts. This was in the city; hearing firecrackers was truly a rare treat.
Last New Year's Eve, fireworks filled the sky.
Isn't it beautiful?
But I heard that quite a few people have been caught. The regulations have been very strict lately, especially regarding fireworks and firecrackers; they're not even allowed to be sold anymore.
To buy these festive items, you need to have a channel.
Anyway, they're definitely rare in the city, but some shops in the countryside still sell them secretly.
The sound of cannons outside the window gradually subsided, and all that could be heard was a child being chased by a security guard. Song Che and Xia Li turned their attention away.
"Xia Li, whatever you gave me, I won't run away."
Even if the potion tastes terrible, he'll say it tastes good. Now that his status is different, Song Che is much more tolerant.
But objectively speaking, the potion does taste awful.
Even with sugar, it still tastes bad.
Song Che waved his hand and explained about what happened last time, "Last time it was because I—didn't quite understand."
Song Che hadn't yet figured out what he didn't understand.
"What don't you understand?" Xia Li asked.
I don't understand why it tastes so bad!
Song Che paused, stumped by Xia Li's question. This girl never gave him a way out; he shouldn't ask before he finished speaking!
After thinking for a while, Song Che spoke.
"I don't understand, that's a potion you brewed for three days."
Another burst of firecrackers went off outside the window. This time they were closer, making the window shake slightly.
"I'll go and re-wrap that box."
"Wasn't it already wrapped up?"
"Wrap it up again."
She went into the bedroom and closed the door.
Song Che stood there for a while, then rearranged the snack bags on the coffee table by size.
Bruce crawled out from under the sofa, jumped onto it, and lay back down in his old spot.
Song Che looked at the cat.
The cat didn't look at him.
He suddenly smiled.
"—You're quick to dodge."
He went back to his room.
I rested my head on the edge of the bed and stared at the ceiling.
The tiny crack on top is still there.
My phone vibrated.
The editor sent a message: "The script has been approved. Final payment will be made next week. Happy New Year."
He replied with "Happy New Year".
Then he remembered that there was still 1,200 yuan left on the dress.
It will be settled next week, perfect timing.
He put down his phone.
There was a noise coming from the next room.
Then came very light footsteps.
Then there was the sound of something being put back into the cabinet.
Then there was silence.
Song Che leaned back in his chair.
Bruce had slipped in at some point and lay down at his feet.
Bruce covered his nose with his tail.
On the night of the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, the old town gradually quieted down.
Occasionally, a firecracker or two would go off, sporadic and far away. There were also a few barks from dogs.
Song Che lay down for a while, then suddenly remembered the gold coins. He still didn't know what the third gold coin was. During that time, he didn't see any good things, but instead had nightmares and was filled with anxiety.
As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
Was it because I was too anxious about the future back then?
He is no longer anxious; he is simply trying to accept it.
He wanted Xia Li to understand emotions and then ask her about her feelings.
Now—it's almost here.
Xia Li is no longer completely clueless. She can now sense that if she is given more time, a few months, she will be able to make a judgment.
Time flies. There are only a few days left until the Chinese New Year. After the New Year, the college entrance examination will be closer and closer.
After the exam, I can do more things.
At least there's plenty of time; you don't have to study all the time.
I lay in bed for a nap and soon fell asleep.
This time it was a lucid dream, but not a nightmare.
In the dream, there seemed to be very few people.
As soon as the door opened, they saw the Fox King suppressing Bruce, who was completely powerless to fight back.
Tao Yao—has she become more powerful?
Song Che was fully conscious. He felt that he was indeed sleeping, but when he pushed open the door, he could feel its thickness. He wasn't sleepwalking; it was as if he were in another real world.
Lucid dreaming—I probably can't have it every day.
Song Che had some doubts about whether this lucid dream was the third ability of the gold coin.
He ignored the two cats fighting and went outside for a walk.
There was no one in the city; he was all alone, cold and desolate.
But there was also an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility.
Song Che looked out.
Is this dream world only as big as Nan Hui, or as big as an entire planet?
I should wake up soon if I take a little more nap.
Xia Li discovered that her book was missing. Two days had passed, and she still hadn't found it.
The memory won't be faulty—so it must have been stolen by someone.
But who would steal that book?
Song Che definitely wouldn't, nor would Bruce. Tao Xiang and Tao Yao are mischievous, but that book is clearly not their type.
Xia Li was not in a good mood.
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The book is lost—it can't be found.
She got up and searched again, but the book was still nowhere to be found.
He lowered his head, thought for a while, then shook his head, picked up his phone, and temporarily gave up looking for the book.
She is looking at some information about physical health.
Xia Li found human thought to be both interesting and correct.
To maintain good health, you need to exercise more, keep a regular schedule, eat a healthy diet, and give up bad habits and other unhealthy things.
Song Che has no bad habits, but he doesn't look very healthy. Xia Li has a very accurate grasp of strength, even though she is as weak as a chicken now.
Song Che is only slightly better than a chicken; he's more like a rooster.
Xia Li felt that Song Che needed to exercise—maintain a regular schedule and eat more healthy foods—as for whether Song Che would listen, Xia Li had a plan.
She also learned something else on her phone.
Hypnosis.
It's surprising that humans, without magic, can do things that resemble magic.
However, Song Che probably wouldn't refuse to become healthier, so learning hypnosis is just a backup plan.
This method isn't hard to learn. All you need is a rope and a bottle cap, tied together, dangled in front of Song Che's eyes, and then say, "I'm going to control you."
Or, to put it another way, "I am your master."
Or perhaps they could show Song Che a special pattern.
A GIF composed of many hearts.
Xia Li looked at some steps for body training.
To maintain good health, you need to exercise regularly.
This is a very difficult process, and the difficulty lies in perseverance.
Using reverse psychology is a good option.
All she had to say to Song Che was, "Are you sure you can handle this? You're so weak, you really are."
Song Che would then go to exercise.
These were all things the magic mirror told her, but she hadn't put them into practice yet.
The way he speaks seems strange.
Will pressure motivate Song Che to stick to his training regimen?
You can give it a try.
I dozed off for a while, and then it got dark.
When Song Che opened his eyes, the light coming through the curtains was still gray.
He lay there motionless, the dream still swirling in his mind.
Lucid dreaming.
He pushed open the door and went outside. The city was deserted, not a soul in sight. He stood at the crossroads; the traffic lights were still flashing, but there were no cars. Then he walked forward, for a long time, until he reached the entrance of an alley and saw Tao Yao squatting on a trash can.
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Then he woke up.
He turned to the side, reached for his phone, and glanced at it.
7:31 PM.
Bruce was still lying at his feet, fast asleep.
He put down his phone and lay down for a while. Could the ability of the third gold coin be this?
It makes people have lucid dreams.
Or could it lead someone into a dream world?
Before he could figure it out, a noise came from the living room.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rhythm of cutting things.
Xia Li is cooking again; it's dinnertime now.
Song Che sat up and walked out in his slippers.
In the kitchen, Xia Li stood in front of the stove.
There were three tomatoes on the cutting board, cut even more evenly than in the morning, and two eggs were cracked in a bowl next to them.
It's just scrambled eggs with tomatoes!
No salt was added today.
Song Che leaned against the door frame.
"I saw it."
"It wasn't put in the eggs either."
"Um."
"When making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, add salt last, otherwise the tomatoes will release water."
Song Che was stunned for a moment.
"Where did you learn that?"
"The phone," Xia Li said, pushing the tomatoes into the pan. "It was mentioned in the video."
Song Che walked over and stood to the side to watch.
She poured the eggs in, waited for the edges to set, and then gently stirred them. The cooking was just right; the eggs were tender, and the tomatoes were soft but not mushy.
She turned off the heat and ladled the food into a plate.
"It's ready to eat."
Song Che followed behind, bringing over the porridge and chopsticks.
As they sat down to eat, Xia Li suddenly said, "You're not feeling well."
Song Che's chopsticks stopped in mid-air as he turned to look at her.
"What?"
"You're not feeling well," she said again, picking up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes with her chopsticks. "You're weaker than when you were in Hitler."
"
Song Che put down his chopsticks and nodded slightly.
"I am a high school student now."
"High school students should be healthy too." Xia Li looked at him seriously. "You're thin, you have no muscle, and you get out of breath after running a few steps."
"I was out of breath after running only a few steps."
"Last time you chased the bus, you were out of breath for half a minute."
Song Che opened his mouth, but he didn't remember chasing the bus—but Xia Li had a good memory, so was he mistaken?
No, I'm sure I've never chased a bus.
"So—" He picked up his bowl of porridge and took a sip, "you want me to train?"
Xia Li nodded.
"right."
She took the phone, swiped a few times, and handed it to him.
The screen displays an article titled: "Ten Benefits of Sticking to Fitness, the Last One is Amazing!"
Song Che glanced at it and handed it back to her.
I hate this kind of rhetoric the most!
"I've seen this before."
"Then why don't you practice?"
"No time."
"You have time to sleep, but no time to exercise?"
Xia Li continued, "You need to maintain a regular schedule, eat healthily, and exercise for half an hour every day. You can do all of that."
She took the phone back, swiped a few more times, and handed it back.
Another article: "How to Motivate Lazy People to Get Moving"
Song Che:
I'm not lazy, and I don't fall for reverse psychology!
"Why are you researching this?"
Xia Li didn't answer, put her phone away, and lowered her head to eat her food.
Song Che looked at her.
"Xia Li."
"Um."
"Are you trying to get me to train, but afraid I won't listen?"
Xia Li paused for a moment.
"no."
"have."
She looked up. "So what if I do?"
Song Che laughed, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask, what are you planning to do?"
Xia Li remained silent for two seconds.
Then she handed the phone back to me.
This time it's a picture.
A pink animated GIF composed of many hearts, rotating and flashing, with the caption: "Hypnotic image, stare at it for ten seconds, and you will listen to me."
Song Che stared at the picture for more than ten seconds.
No, you won't be hypnotized even if you watch this for a hundred seconds!
Xia Li is always doing these weird and strange things.
"————What is this thing?"
"Hypnosis," Xia Li said. "Humans can do similar things without magic. The magic mirror told me."
She put her phone away and turned to another page.
"There's another way. Take a rope, a pocket watch (or a bottle cap if you don't have a pocket watch), tie them together, wave them in front of your eyes, and say, 'I'm going to control you.'"
She paused.
"Or rather, I am your master."
Song Che put down his chopsticks.
He looked at Xia Li and sensed that she was going to the hospital.
Xia Li was also looking at him, her expression very serious.
But the more serious she was, the more she seemed like a fool.
"You're planning to use this on me?"
"I haven't decided yet," she said. "Maybe reverse psychology will be enough."
"A provocation tactic?"
She nodded.
"All I have to do is say, 'You're so weak, you really are,' and you'll start exercising."
She paused for a moment.
"The magic mirror says that men are more sensitive to the word 'weak.'"
Song Che leaned back in his chair. That was indeed true, especially when a girl said to you: "Your body is so weak."
"What else did the Magic Mirror say?"
"And she also said—" Xia Li glanced down at her phone, "The effectiveness of this method varies from person to person; it's recommended to adjust it according to individual personality."
She looked up.
"Your personality requires reverse psychology."
He looked at Xia Li, "Training is fine, but let's not use reverse psychology."
Xia Li's eyes brightened slightly.
"You agree?"
"Agreed."
"—It's that simple?"
"That's easy."
She put her phone down, picked it up again, and put it down again, as if she couldn't quite believe things had gone so smoothly.
"You don't need me to hypnotize you?"
"Need not."
"No need for reverse psychology?"
"Need not."
She looked at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Why?
Song Che picked up the porridge and took a sip.
"Because you're right."
He put down the bowl.
"My health isn't as good as it used to be. It won't hurt to exercise."
Xia Li lowered her head and continued eating.
Song Che noticed that the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
After finishing her meal, Xia Li stood at the kitchen door.
"Starting today?"
"Starting today."
How long to run?
"Twenty minutes, I guess."
She nodded, turned and left.
When Song Che finished washing the dishes and came out, he saw Xia Li standing on the balcony, holding her phone and looking at something.
He walked over.
The balcony window was slightly ajar, letting in a cold breeze that made her silver hair flutter gently.
"I'm looking up things to note when running."
She handed him her phone.
Song Che glanced at it.
Have you ever run?
"I usually ride a magic broom."
"That's true, flying is faster than running."
Bruce jumped onto the balcony at some point, squatted down next to the flowerpot, and squinted at the two of them.
Xia Li put her phone away.
"What are you wearing to run?"
"Sports clothes".
"Your school uniform?"
"I have others."
He went back to his room and pulled a tracksuit from the closet. He'd bought it when he entered high school, worn it twice, and then put it away.
He changed and came out, standing in the living room.
Xia Li looked him up and down.
Tie the scarf around his neck.
It was tied very tightly.
Song Che looked down.
A dead end.
"————Another dead knot."
"It's only warm when you can't untie it."
She tied her scarf and stood at the door waiting for him.
Song Che touched the knot and said nothing more.
The two went downstairs.
The voice-activated lights turn on one layer at a time and then turn off one layer at a time.
The hallway smelled of my neighbor's pickled vegetables, a slightly sour aroma.