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“Huh?”
Madeleine couldn’t follow his train of thought. “Bad?
How do you know?
Have you eaten there?”
“I just heard!”
Roderick’s tone was a bit rushed, as if she’d stepped on his tail.
“Anyway… the food’s not great. Harvard University is different,
though.”
Madeleine was even more baffled. “Roderick, are you okay?
Getting concerned about whether a university cafeteria is good
or not?
This doesn’t sound like you.
Since when did you become a food critic?”
Roderick was left speechless by Madeleine’s barrage of
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questions, his cheeks growing warm. Luckily, the afterglow of
the sunset provided some cover.
He quickened his pace, flustered and annoyed, putting some
distance between them as he muttered, “I can’t talk to someone
as shortsighted as you!
Am I talking about the cafeteria!”
Madeleine watched his back as he got worked up for no reason,
thinking he was being especially weird today.
Wasn’t he talking about the cafeteria?
She finished her Mung Bean Popsicle in a couple of bites,
jogged to catch up, and poked him in the back with the empty
stick. “Hey!
Ricki, explain yourself. What does MIT’s crappy cafeteria food
have to do with me?
Do I pick a school based on its cafeteria?”
Roderick stopped abruptly, turned around, and almost bumped
right into Madeleine.
He looked down at Madeleine’s flushed cheeks from her jog
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and her clear eyes, which were utterly clueless, and a surge of
nameless anger mixed with unspeakable frustration welled up
inside him.
He took a deep breath, as if he’d made a huge decision, and
said in a rush:
“What I mean is!
Harvard!
Harvard is better than MIT in every way!
The faculty, the campus, and… anyway, it’s just better!
You… can’t you have some ambition!”
Madeleine was even more confused, blinking. “I know Harvard
is better, but MIT is closer to home. Besides, Roderick, since
when do you care so much about my future?
Aren’t you supposed to be hoping I mess up?”
“I…”
Roderick was left speechless, his face turning beet red. Finally,
he almost gave up and growled, “Who cares about you!
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I’m just worried that if you go to a place like MIT, you’ll
embarrass me when people find out we were high school
classmates!”
After saying that, as if he couldn’t stand the conversation
anymore, he practically fled in a panic, his steps so fast it was
like a ghost was chasing him.
Madeleine stood there, watching his stiff, uncoordinated
retreat, and angrily threw the popsicle stick in her hand into a
nearby trash can.
“Ricki, you psycho, you egomaniac!
Who’d want to be your classmate anyway!”
She had no idea that beneath the boy’s clumsy words, wrapped
in disdain and provocation, was a wildly beating heart that
wanted to get closer but had no idea how.
When he said, “Harvard is better,” the subtext was, “I want to go
to the same place as you.”
When he complained that “MIT’s cafeteria food sucks,” the
subtext was, “I don’t want you to have to put up with that.”
When he worried about being “embarrassed by her,” the subtext
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was, “I want your future to be connected to mine.”
However, to the straightforward Madeleine, all these convoluted
feelings just sounded like Roderick’s typical regional
stereotyping and personal attacks.
The setting sun stretched their shadows long, one stomping her
foot in anger, the other fleeing in a blind panic.
Teenage crushes are sometimes like that, using the sharpest
words to express the softest feelings, only to end up with the
complete opposite result, causing a series of comical
misunderstandings.
The moonlight outside the window shifted quietly, and the
hospital room was silent.
Roderick’s eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly
opened his eyes.
The moment consciousness returned, a faint discomfort came
from his stomach, but what was clearer was the warm touch on
the back of his hand.
He turned his head slightly and saw Madeleine asleep, slumped
over the side of the bed, her cheek pressed against her arm.
Her breathing was even and deep, and a few stray strands of
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hair playfully fell across her forehead.
One of her hands was still holding his tightly, her palm a little
sticky with sweat, but even so, she wouldn’t let go.
Roderick’s heart was instantly filled with an indescribable
warmth, and even the dull ache in his stomach seemed to
lessen quite a bit.
He was careful, making almost no sound, just tracing the lines
of her sleeping face with his eyes, the corners of his mouth
unconsciously turning up in an incredibly gentle smile.
Madeleine, you must have been so scared.
Maybe it was his intense gaze, or maybe it was just
uncomfortable sleeping hunched over, but Madeleine let out a
soft whimper, her eyelashes fluttering a few times as she
groggily lifted her head
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