Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 445 - 181 peerlessly beautiful person

At nine-thirty, Meng Junzhu went room to room to check attendance.

Yan Lu and Gao Yuyue barely made it in time.

Shen You’an had already gone to sleep.

Not wanting to disturb her, Meng Junzhu decided against calling her and instructed Gao Yuyue to rest early before closing the door and leaving.

Gao Yuyue walked over to Shen You’an’s bed and called out, "An’an? Are you really sleeping?"

No one responded.

Feeling odd, Gao Yuyue lifted the blanket for a glance.

It was indeed Shen You’an, lying with her back to her, sunk deep into slumber.

Yet even in sleep, she appeared restless—her face pale, cold sweat wetting the strands of hair by her temples, the damp locks clinging to her face and giving her an added air of fragility.

Gao Yuyue reached out to touch her and jumped in shock: "Why is she so hot?"

She had assumed Shen You’an had left earlier to meet that kid with the surname Rong, but it turned out she was truly unwell.

"An’an, wake up! I’ll take you to the hospital."

In a daze, Shen You’an opened her eyes, mumbling, "I’m fine... just need to sleep it off."

"You’re burning up, don’t you know? Get up, we’re going to the hospital now."

Shen You’an stubbornly refused to go.

Suddenly, Gao Yuyue recalled that Aunt Cui had stuffed an emergency kit into her suitcase before they set out. She hurriedly dug it up and found a thermometer and some fever medicine inside.

Gao Yuyue held up the thermometer, aiming it at Shen You’an’s forehead for a reading.

The high temperature caused the warning light on the thermometer to blink incessantly.

"Thirty-nine point five degrees? You’re about to fry your brain! No way, I’m calling Mr. Meng."

Frazzled, Gao Yuyue fumbled out her phone and was about to dial when a hand snatched it away.

Gao Yuyue was furious: "Shen You’an, I won’t hold your sickness against you, but you *have* to go to the hospital right now."

The girl’s lips were pale, her glasses had slid down the bridge of her nose, revealing stunning features beneath.

Gao Yuyue’s breath slowed involuntarily, and she almost wanted to slap herself.

How could she raise her voice at such a beauty?

"This isn’t anything new—to sleep it off will work, trust me."

Even her voice was hoarse.

Gao Yuyue softened instinctively, sighing, "Really?"

Shen You’an nodded, letting out a muted cough, her lashes falling: "I value my life; I wouldn’t joke around with it."

"Alright, I’ll trust you this time. But you’ll still take the fever medicine, won’t you?"

"Mm."

Gao Yuyue poured a glass of warm water and brought the medicine over, placing it into Shen You’an’s mouth.

Shen You’an reached out to take it: "I’ll do it myself."

Gao Yuyue didn’t blink, watching her closely as she took the medicine.

Shen You’an handed the water cup back: "Thank you."

Only when Gao Yuyue saw her swallow the pill did she feel reassured.

She reached out and removed the glasses from Shen You’an’s nose; Shen You’an instinctively raised her hand to block her.

"Who wears glasses to sleep? Isn’t it uncomfortable?"

Shen You’an lowered her head.

Gao Yuyue took the glasses away.

She didn’t look up, simply lying back down, turning away and pulling the blanket over herself.

Gao Yuyue studied the glasses in her hands carefully. They seemed ordinary enough, but Shen You’an treated them like a treasure.

Finding nothing peculiar, she folded the glasses and placed them on the bedside cabinet, then grabbed her change of clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Sometimes icy cold, sometimes raging fire—this deep pain that seeped into the bones could not be described by any word known to man.

Shen You’an hugged herself in the darkness, her anguish whittling away her willpower. She had countless dreams—memories of childhood moments with her parents as well as vivid, otherworldly experiences engraved on her soul.

In a frostbitten world, a tall silhouette appeared amidst the thin mist, looming faintly.

The direction where he stood was where the light shone.

Humans pursue light and warmth, just like newborn turtles instinctively heading toward the ocean—it was a primal urge.

She followed after him, walking endlessly through the snowfields, as though only the two of them existed in the vast expanse.

Yet no matter how hard she tried to chase him, the distance between them remained constant.

Like two parallel lines—so close, yet forever untouchable.

In her dreams, everything was wild and fantastical, but the emotions felt so real.

A woman stood at the center of a crowd, her gown maliciously torn apart by ill-intentioned hands. All around her, mocking and hateful gazes bore down relentlessly.

The woman was isolated, desperate, and shattered.

Within the dream, she observed the scene as an "outsider," watching her former self endure this ordeal.

This time, however, she saw the faces of everyone around her clearly.

Then she spotted a tall man standing at the edge of the crowd. He remained in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach, inconspicuous to the extreme.