Gold Medal Sweetheart

Driving to a club in the suburbs, the breeze from the car window gently caressed my cheeks, making me feel comfortable. Tang Xin leaned her arm against the car door, quietly watching the passersby passing by, enjoying the quietness of the moment.

Was it her long hair dancing in the wind that distracted Driver Jin, or was it the wind that had blown her shirt at such an angle that it exposed her lingering beauty? Why did she feel like someone was occasionally glancing at her? She stole a glance at Jin Taize and, feigning composure, buttoned the top button of her shirt.

As they drove, Jin Taize suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car's exceptional braking performance brought it to a screeching halt, like a horse suddenly seized by its reins. This stoppage wasn't a big deal. Tang Xin, who was buckling her seatbelt, leaned forward due to inertia. Her left hand still on her neck, her right hand thrust forward to protect herself from the impact. Suddenly, her entire body weight rested between her left palm and neck, and she felt a momentary suffocation. We've only heard of people dying from serious injuries in traffic accidents, but never of people strangling themselves to death due to sudden braking. She must have been the first to die in this way.

After the car stopped, Tang Xin couldn't help coughing twice, and when she turned around, she saw the culprit looking at her leisurely.

"Hey, how do you drive?" he shouted angrily.

Jin Taize raised his eyebrows at her, then turned his head to look straight ahead without saying a word.

She looked over and found that the light was red.

"Couldn't you have made preparations earlier?"

"Seeing you dressed like a revolutionary, I have a feeling that I am sending you to be executed." His voice was neither loud nor low, but he could kill people without anyone noticing.

"That's not because..."

"Tang Xin!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a female voice coming into the car from outside the window with an incredulous tone.

Tang Xin turned her head and looked to the right, and was surprised again. The familiar face with slightly unfamiliar outfit was her college classmate Zhang Yihan.

Zhang Yihan, who was parked in another lane, looked at Tang Xin sitting in the Bentley Mulsanne with some surprise, his face full of questions like "Is it really you?"

"It's really you," Zhang Yihan was still in shock, "I thought I had the wrong person."

Tang Xin smiled awkwardly. "I really hope you're mistaken." It's true that the world is full of unexpected events, and people are subject to misfortunes at any moment. The extremely low probability of a classmate, whom she hadn't seen in years, stopping at the same traffic light at the same time, actually happened to her like a divine oracle. She covered her face with tears in her heart...

She twitched the corners of her mouth reluctantly and uttered the words "long time no see" awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yihan's eyes had already passed through the barrier of Tang Xin's body and leaped directly to the man in the driver's seat. His perfect figure, his aloof demeanor, his refined clothing, even his profile a work of art. An even more astonishing expression than before washed over her features, and she froze for a moment. Then, her eyes shone with excitement. "Hey, is the driver your boyfriend?" her gossipy nature fully exposed.

Jin Taize lowered his head slightly, but his slightly upturned mouth corners could still be seen from the side.

Why do you immediately look like you've seen a delicious meal? Girl, your mouth is watering...

"That—that—" She was at a loss, trying to find a suitable identity to cover up. What should she call him? She racked her brains...

"Male friend!" An idea flashed through her mind. Chinese characters are truly profound and extensive; adding just one character can transform the meaning drastically. She couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of traditional Chinese culture, but she didn't notice the sudden coldness in Jin Taize's eyes in the rearview mirror.

Before her classmates could respond, a steady male voice interrupted rhythmically.

"If I drink today, you'll have to come home with me," the owner of the voice turned his head away and said inconspicuously, "No one is home today." The dreamy and strange smile irritated someone's nerves.

Little Tang Tang could only stare at the devilish man in front of her in shock. "Your words will easily arouse others' rosy fantasies." "Ugh—I can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River."

Turning to look at her classmate, the girl's face slowly shifted from astonishment to incomprehension and disapproval. When did Tang Xin become so open-minded, having such an unspeakable relationship with her male friend?

Hey, classmate, it’s not what you think——I have to explain——I have to explain——"I——"

Jin Taize turned around, and his pleasant voice sounded politely again, "The lights have been changed. We'll be leaving first."

After saying this, he completely ignored Tang's classmates who were still having trouble digesting the brief scene just now and were attracted by his perfect appearance. He stepped on the accelerator, and the car with excellent performance crossed the waiting line in a short time.

Little Tangtang leaned her head out of the car window and silently cast a look of resentment at her classmates, as if the hero had gone away and would never return.

Coming back to his senses, Tang Xin said dissatisfiedly: "If you say that, it will easily cause others to misunderstand."

"I'm just speaking the truth. Last time, there were people at home, and I was afraid you would feel embarrassed, so I didn't let you in to sit. What kind of misunderstanding could this cause?" Jin Taize seemed confused when he spoke.

"It's just a misunderstanding - you and I -" Her face was getting redder and redder and she couldn't continue.

"I have a very simple mind. As for how your classmates understand the so-called 'male friends', I have no idea."

Tang Xin was speechless. Could it be that this "male friend" she was referring to had accidentally set a trap for herself? She couldn't help but lose herself in an internal struggle over whether her thoughts were just being overblown, or if this statement was truly ambiguous. Little did she know that the man beside her was already observing her inner struggle with impassive composure.

"Did your classmate call you Tang Xin just now?" Jin Taize looked at the road conditions intently.

This sentence was like an avalanche erupting from the Himalayas, shocking and overwhelming the petite girl. Her thoughts were instantly in disarray...

"Yeah. What's wrong?" I asked him shamelessly, trying to act calmly as if this matter had nothing to do with me.

Jin Taize glanced sideways, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and looked at Tang Xin meaningfully, conveying the message: "Girl, don't you think some things need to be explained?"

Under the overwhelming pressure of the gaze, she stammered, "Oh! It's like this—that's right—that—" Once again, she shamelessly evaded the subject in an effort to stall for time. This finally explained why she hadn't studied science and engineering. It wasn't a self-consoling lack of interest, but rather she simply didn't have the brain cells to be active enough.

"A nickname!" Within the time limit that was very likely to arouse suspicion, Tang Xin could only reply hastily, "The 'Runny' in 'Runny-boiled Egg'. My classmates gave me this nickname because I love eating runny-boiled eggs." She tried to appear calm.

"Yeah." Jin Taize nodded, turned the steering wheel with ease, drove the car into a courtyard, parked the car, and said casually, "Not bad." After that, he straightened his clothes and got out of the car with his long legs.

"Not bad?" She got off the car.

"That's a good nickname," Jin Taize said as he locked the car. "I like soft-boiled eggs, too."

Tang Xin nodded with a forced smile, secretly rubbing her forehead. Luckily, the cold sweat on her back didn't show. "Yushan, Yushan, when I was applying for a job back then, I wouldn't have gone to such extremes. This kind of technically demanding work doesn't seem suited to me."