Negative Electrode Material Chapter 25

The rhythm is messed up

Chapter 25 The rhythm is messed up

Gao Huan has practiced fencing for many years, and what he pays attention to is rhythm.Be calm and restrained, don’t take the lead, don’t have stage fright, and don’t let the other person see your breathing clearly.Fencing is not about strength, it is about waiting, waiting for all the variables to enter your frequency, and shooting to score.

But this week, his rhythm has been messed up, or it has been messed up since the night of Xiao Zuo’s wedding.He has no waiting, no judgment, no strategy.He didn’t even understand the opponent’s orientation, so he “striked first”.

The rationality is gone, but the rationality is still there, analyzing, reviewing, and weighing the pros and cons.But it was isolated into an independent system and lost communication with other parts of the body.There seemed to be an invisible thread around Lin Yi, holding his heart and taking his body in the direction that was not expected.Reason follows behind and can only make meaningless comments.

The nurse may have recognized him a long time ago. There are photos of him in the domestic media, from childhood to adulthood.They were polite in person, but they might have updated his story several times behind the scenes, but he couldn’t care less about avoiding taboos.

Wang Yuan discovered that he was absent-minded in the company and also knew that he went to the hospital frequently.”This is not your fault, nor is it a sin you should atone for.” Wang Yuan advised him.He verbally agreed and it would be the same the next day.

During the last two days that Lin Yi was hospitalized, he would sometimes be helped to walk around the room.The man smelled faintly of medicine and was panting and shaking slightly after walking a few steps.Gao Huan’s palms were hot, and he always had the urge to put his arms around those thin shoulders and let him rest in his arms.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he actually wanted Lin Yi to return to the dormitory, so that he could have a “reasonable” reason to take care of him every day and stay alone with him.But this thought only existed for a second before he killed it himself.With Teacher Lin’s current physical condition, of course he needs someone to take care of him, and his own parents are much more suitable “investors” than him.

Sanity returned for a second, but not for himself.

After Lin Yi returned to his parents’ house, the two had no chance to see each other again.

Gao Huan occasionally sends messages to greet:

[Teacher Lin, are you still out of breath these days?】

[Teacher Lin, do you want me to accompany you to change the dressing?】

[Teacher Lin, can you eat real food now?】

Lin Yi’s reply was always brief:

[Much better, thank you for your concern.】

[No need, the community hospital is just a few steps away.】

[I can eat it, thank you.】

There was no rejection, but there was no intention of continuing either.

Lin Yi’s life at his parents’ house almost continued the same routine as when he was hospitalized: getting up in the morning to eat and take medicine; in the morning, he answered emails, read papers, and answered students’ questions online; he closed his eyes to rest after lunch; he walked in the community garden in the afternoon; he read journals in the evening, and went to bed early.

But during this time, there were still many people who cared about him.

Colleagues told him to take a good rest in the group chat, and the college leader called him to say hello so that he didn’t have to rush back.The students in the laboratory who were blocked by him wanted to see him, but he persuaded them not to do so.

Lin Yi was grateful for the warmth of being remembered and blessed.But those were not the things that really made his heart skip a beat.

It’s the sender on the email reminder: Gao Huan.

Every time he received a message from this person, he felt a little excited, a long-lost, tingling excitement.Like when I was a student, I replied to a letter from someone I liked. Before I even read the content, I already laughed when I saw the name.

Lin Yi looked at those brief and concerned words for a long time every time. He could even imagine Gao Huan texting with his hair down: his eyes were focused and his fingers were hesitant.After thinking about it, he suddenly reacted and froze.

Why am I like this again?

He sighed and put his phone on the table.But it seemed that that thread was also secretly holding his heart.

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