The next morning, I got out of bed with half my face swollen. I pushed open the bedroom door and found the house quiet.
Breakfast was prepared on the dining table.
Thinking about what happened last night, I sighed softly. Bearing the pain, I quickly tidied up and went downstairs alone, riding my electric bike to school.
There was one less person on the back seat, so the electric bike felt lighter and faster, but my heart felt heavy.
Actually, I could understand my mother's thoughts.
Even though she still loved and cared for me, that didn't conflict with her keeping a suitable distance from me. That was the decision made last night.
From now on, I would ride my bike to and from school, and she would take a taxi to and from work.
At home, I wasn't allowed within a one-meter radius of her.
Masturbation was permitted, but absolutely nothing related to her was allowed.
I thought about the three rules, but I didn't feel much. After those slaps yesterday, I felt like I'd completely abandoned those unrealistic, forbidden fantasies.
Arriving at the classroom, my classmates looked at me with surprise. I ignored them and pulled out my English book, silently memorizing vocabulary.
Jiang Fei came over, concerned. "What happened to your face?"
Looking at this good brother who had led me down this path, I sighed slightly and shook my head. "I fell at home last night and hit the table."
"Damn! You're something else!"
Jiang Fei shook his head and went back to his own seat.
I don't really blame him. I was the one who asked for his help in the first place. He read those novels too, so if anyone's to blame, it's my own overidentification with the story.
Of course, maybe it also had something to do with Jiang Fei's mother. I've met her. She seemed kind, dripping in jewelry and wealth, radiating an almost overwhelming sense of luxury. She had a similar build to Jiang Fei, too.
I returned to my previous state, paying attention in class and studying hard, but my mood was still a little low.
The last class in the afternoon was P.E. Our class lined up at the edge of the field. The Extinction Nun stood at the front of the line, her face expressionless as she read the roll call.
After finishing the roll call and counting off, she picked up the whistle hanging around her neck and blew it. "Sports monitor, lead the team, jog around the track three times, ready… go!"
The team slowly moved away from the field. I could vaguely hear others complaining, but I ignored them, my pace steady. After finishing the three laps, I realized I was actually a little out of breath. It was then that I understood the damage that my excessive indulgence had done to my body.
The team gathered at the edge of the field again. The Extinction Nun waved her hand and said, "Dismissed." Free time had begun.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. The reason why The Extinction Nun could maintain such a radiant and excellent condition even at nearly forty years old was probably related to the relatively easy job arranged for her by the provincial sports commission. After all, a national first-class athlete had a certain status.
I couldn't help but chuckle. After all, I deserved some credit too. The main reason Mom wanted to work here was for me. Sixth High School was one of the best in Ninghai, with a consistently high percentage of students getting into top universities. They usually had around 10% going to Tsinghua or Peking University.
"What are you grinning about?"
Suddenly, a cold voice broke my train of thought.
I quickly composed myself and waved my hands, "Nothing, nothing at all."
Seeing my flustered appearance, Mom sternly said, "What are you, a shrinking violet? Stand up straight!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
I immediately straightened my back, standing as rigid as a soldier on duty.
Mom silently observed me with her cold, peach blossom eyes for a moment, her face expressionless. "Does your face still hurt?"
I hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully, "It hurts."
"Good, it should hurt! That's the only way you'll learn!"
Although her tone was stern, Mom handed me a bottle of wound spray.
I was stunned for a moment, deeply moved.
"What? You want me to spray it for you?"
Seeing that I hadn't reacted immediately, Mom's gaze turned colder.
"No, thank you, Mom."
I was so frightened that I shivered, immediately taking the spray. I was already a little jumpy around that phrase.
My mom didn't bother with me anymore and went back to the equipment room.
I breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and stuffed the spray bottle into my coat pocket. Then, I walked towards Jiang Fei, who was on the court, skillfully dribbling the ball and frequently casting sympathetic glances my way.
Honestly, I hadn't played much basketball in the past month, what with being lost in the abyss of desire. Now, hearing the crisp sound of the basketball hitting the ground, I suddenly felt a little itchy to play.
As the top player in Sixth High School, I was naturally popular. Jiang Fei wanted to team up with me, but I didn't agree.
Although I didn't blame him for some things, I still held a bit of resentment in my heart. I decided to teach him a lesson in basketball. I hadn't played in a while, and I was itching to crush Jiang Fei. After warming up, I immediately rediscovered the feeling of dominating the court.
Crossovers, three-pointers from the line, fadeaway jumpers, windmill layups... As I played, I gradually forgot my recent worries and troubles, and also forgot about the forbidden desire hidden deep within my heart, enjoying the beautiful sound of the basketball swishing through the net.
Until I used a wide crossover, a Sam God move, to get past Jiang Fei and was about to step up for a layup, my right leg suddenly felt weak. I knew this was a sign of exhaustion.
But the arrow had been nocked, and there was no turning back. I gritted my teeth and jumped high, pushing the basketball towards the hoop. I focused intently on the ball tumbling in mid-air, but as I landed, my right ankle twisted sharply, and I faintly heard a short, crisp snap.
The excruciating pain hit me, and I fell to the ground, my mind screaming one thought: This is it!
The other students around didn't know what had happened, but Jiang Fei saw my ashen face and the beads of sweat pouring down my forehead.
He rushed over to help me up. "Song Yang! What's wrong? Are you okay?"
The pain intensified. I gasped, clutching my lower leg. Looking down, I saw my ankle swelling visibly. I shook my head at Jiang Fei. "Don't move me. I think it's broken."
"Ah!"
Jiang Fei froze, stunned.
Finally, someone realized something was wrong and sprinted towards the equipment room.
A moment later, Mom arrived, her face etched with worry. She pushed through the crowd of classmates and rushed to my side. Seeing my grotesquely swollen ankle, the color drained from her beautiful face.
As a national-level athlete, Mom understood the implications of this injury even better than I did.
She bit down hard on her full lips, glaring at me with a mixture of annoyance and worry. Then, she turned to the other students. "Alright, everyone, go on. Jiang Fei, you stay."
"Ms. Lin, can we help carry Song Yang to the infirmary?"
One of the students couldn't help but ask.
Mom's gaze turned cold as she surveyed the crowd lingering around, and she barked, "Go! Now!"
The Extinction Nun's reputation at Sixth High School was well-earned, and the students scattered immediately.
"How could you be so careless!?"
Mom muttered as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. I winced in pain, unable to respond.
"Jiang Fei, you'll have to help me take him to the hospital later. I'll explain things to your parents."
My mother unlocked her phone and quickly dialed 120. While waiting for the call to connect, she said to Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei finally reacted, and quickly said, "Teacher Lin, don't call 120. Let me call, we'll go straight to Third Hospital!"
My mother was taken aback. She knew Jiang Fei and I were the closest, and she also knew Jiang Fei's family's circumstances. After a moment of hesitation, she put down her phone and gratefully said, "Thank you."
Jiang Fei, with his round body, was walking towards the basketball hoop. Hearing this, he waved his hand, "Teacher Lin, you're too polite. Song Yang's matter is my matter. You can rest assured, I'll take care of it!"
With that, he picked up his clothes and took out his phone to make a call.
Soon, the siren of an ambulance sounded in the distance. My mother had already communicated with the school in advance. The ambulance arrived at the court without any obstruction. I was lifted onto a stretcher and put into the ambulance. My mother and Jiang Fei sat on either side of me.
Third Hospital was the best orthopedic hospital in Ninghai. With Jiang Fei smoothing things over, all the examinations went smoothly. In less than half an hour, the deputy director of Third Hospital had my x-rays.
The examination results were a mixed bag. The good news was there were no fractures, just a relatively serious stress fracture. The bad news was that the ankle joint was a sensitive area, and complete recovery without any lasting effects would require at least a month of hospitalization, with constant monitoring of the healing process.
Hearing the vice-president's diagnosis, my mother's mood was unusually heavy. She helped me to the rest area and, after a moment of hesitation, said to Jiang Fei with some embarrassment, "Jiang, I need to trouble you with something."
Jiang Fei was a little flattered; after all, the woman before him was the famous The Extinction Nun, Lin Wanqing!
"Please, just say the word. If I can help, I won't refuse."
My mother gave a wry smile, "I'd like to ask you to use your connections to arrange a private room for Song Yang."
Jiang Fei was taken aback, and I also looked at my mother in surprise.
My mother sighed, "You're about to enter your senior year. At that time, you'll have to review all the subjects from the first year of high school. To catch up, you've actually been studying senior year material before the end of your second year."
"Song Yang will need to stay in the hospital for at least a month. He won't be able to go to school, so he'll have to study on his own. Otherwise, he'll be completely behind next year. That's why I want him to have a private room, so at least the environment will be quieter."
Jiang Fei nodded understandingly, "Don't worry, Teacher Lin. I'll tell my mom. She knows the director of the Third Hospital. I guarantee she can find you the quietest ward there."
"Thank you, really. This is a lot of trouble for you."
My mom kept thanking him.
Jiang Fei shook his head, then suddenly looked at me, his round face showing a hint of reluctance, "Song Yang, I'm really happy I could help this time."
Even though I was still in a lot of pain, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "You've got issues, fatty! Why the sudden melodrama?"
My mom playfully hit me, "Watch your mouth!"
"It's okay, Teacher Lin."
Jiang Fei chuckled, sighing, "Song Yang, you know my family situation. I never really looked at any of my peers until I met you in middle school."
"He's handsome, a great student, amazing at sports, and his personality is perfect. I can't compete with you in any way except for my family background, but I still like hanging out with you."
"We've known each other for over five years, and I've never had a chance to flaunt my family's wealth. This is the only thing I'm better than you at! Luckily, fate is on my side, and I finally got my chance before you leave."
I stared blankly at Jiang Fei, puzzled. "Leave? Where are you going?"
Jiang Fei pouted. "My mom arranged for me to study abroad in Europe. I leave next week and have to start taking language classes beforehand."
My eyes widened immediately. "Leaving next week!? Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"It's not too late now, is it? Just focus on recovering and studying hard. I'll come see you before I go."
Jiang Fei patted my shoulder and turned to his mother, who hadn't spoken. "Teacher Lin, you and Song Yang should rest for a bit. The hospital will call you later."
His mother saw that we weren't in the best mood and nodded silently.
Jiang Fei let out a long sigh, saying helplessly, "I was supposed to settle you down before I left, but all our relatives are coming from out of town today. They're throwing me a farewell dinner, so..."
Mom immediately said, "Then go quickly, Jiang Fei. You've already been delayed for so long."
Jiang Fei nodded, speaking earnestly to Mom, "Ms. Lin, you have a particularly outstanding son. I probably won't have a chance to see you again. I wish you and Song Yang all the best and a happy family."
After saying that, he waved at me, "I'll come see you another day, Chosen One, bye!"
I waved back at Jiang Fei as well, still unable to fully process the news. After all, this guy had been my close friend for five years in the same class.
After Jiang Fei left, Mom sat in the chair next to me. Neither of us spoke.
According to the three-point agreement, I was now within a meter of Mom. However, she had taken the initiative to sit here, which had nothing to do with me. Besides, now that I was half-crippled, the three-point agreement probably became invalid the moment my bones fractured.
I was lost in thought, when I suddenly felt like Mom was staring at me. I turned my head curiously, and my gaze indeed met a pair of peach blossom eyes that flickered with a strange light.
My mother seemed a little embarrassed. She avoided my gaze and turned to watch the people coming and going in the hall.
I asked curiously, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
My mother replied lightly, then hesitated for a moment before sighing, "I just suddenly feel like you've really grown up, and you already have your own connections."
I understood what my mother meant. Jiang Fei had made it very clear; the reason he was helping so much was mainly because of me.
If it had been someone else today, he probably would have refused outright, citing the family gathering, or he would have just helped to bring them over. He wouldn't have volunteered to contact the ambulance from Third Hospital, let alone use his mother's network to directly arrange a private room with the hospital director.
I looked at my mother's delicate profile, tasting a hint of pride and satisfaction that she was trying hard to hide but couldn't.
I guessed it was Jiang Fei's praise for me that reminded my mother of what an outstanding son she had. But because of what happened last night, she didn't want to show me a good face, so she was keeping a straight face.
I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself. Then I thought about that dead fatty, Jiang Fei, leaving next week, and I felt a little down. "Sigh, so much for connections. He'll be on the other side of the planet next week."
My mom frowned and glared at me, then lectured, "Jiang Fei is willing to help you because you're优秀, you've earned his respect. And since you two are so close, that means you respect him too. Your relationship is a pure friendship. The connections are just a bonus."
"I don't want you to become someone who only cares about connections. Does his departure mean you won't acknowledge your friend anymore just because you can't use those connections?"
I was immediately speechless, a mix of laughter and tears. "Mom, where are you going with this? I'm just feeling down!"
Mom snorted coldly. "If you're really feeling down, then study hard, especially this month at the hospital! As long as your scores are good next year, your dad and I will sell everything we own to send you abroad to study. Then you and your brother can reunite!"
"Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely work hard."
I was a little helpless, and couldn't help but complain, "But even if I work hard, do we really need to plan so far ahead?"
Mom raised her eyebrows, her willow-leaf eyes filled with anger. "It's almost June, you only have one year left until the college entrance exam, and you think that's far away!?"
I shrunk my neck and raised my hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I know time is of the essence. I promise I'll study hard."
Seeing my cowardly appearance, Mom glared at me, her gentle rebuke making my heart skip a beat. I quickly muttered "Amitabha." Please, no more.
About five minutes later, Mom received a call from the Third Hospital's administrative department. She explained our location, and soon after, two masked nurses hurried over, pushing a wheelchair.
"Hello, are you Ms. Lin?"
Mom stood up and nodded politely, "Yes, I am."
"Alright, this is the patient, right?"
Mom hurried to say, "Yes, my son fractured his ankle."
The nurse smiled, "I know. Please help him, we'll take him to the special care ward. There's a treatment room there too."
Help?
Wouldn't that mean I could have close physical contact with Mom?
My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Mom with anticipation.
But Mom immediately reached out and stopped the wheelchair, saying to the two nurses, "Thank you. The doctor just said ankle injuries are particularly tricky. I don't know much about this, and it would be bad if I accidentally caused a second injury."
I couldn't help but sigh. Experience always wins.
The nurse led us to a four-story building on the east side of the hospital grounds. Once inside, we discovered a whole different world. The standard of decoration here was clearly far superior to the main hospital building, and the environment was quiet and clean, with few patients visible in the corridors.
The whole process took a while, and it was almost dark by the time we were done. I sat in a wheelchair, my right ankle wrapped like a dumpling, with Mom pushing me from behind, and the nurse leading the way.
The ward was on the third floor, near the edge of the corridor. I looked around and noticed that the doors here were actually made of solid wood, and most of them were tightly closed. When we reached my room and pushed the door open, Mom and I exchanged surprised glances.
This ward even had an entrance hall! There was a shoe cabinet, a full-length mirror, and a welcome mat. The bathroom had its own private facilities. Looking further in, there was a TV, a refrigerator, and air conditioning. The windows were large, but the curtains were closed, so I couldn't see the view outside yet. Next to the windows was a square desk, and a long, rectangular, dark gray fabric sofa was placed against the wall. Two single beds occupied the largest space, separated by a bedside table.
I stared at the so-called special care ward, swallowing silently, and my heart began to race.
This… this was no different from a hotel, other than the oxygen tubes on the wall and the emergency call button!?
At that moment, the only words in my mind were, "Living together!"
Living together with Mom!
Even two people were sharing a room!
Seeing the layout of the special care ward, my mother clearly realized something and couldn't help but ask the nurse, "Um... excuse me, are all the special care wards arranged like this?"
The nurse, while making the bed, smiled and said, "Of course not. Your son is a key patient specially instructed by the director, so he's been assigned the highest-spec ward."
My heart instantly clenched, fearing that my mother would request a room change. Fortunately, she only sighed and didn't say anything.
I could probably guess my mother's concerns. After all, she'd relied on Jiang Fei's mother's connections, and the director had been very accommodating. If she rashly requested a room change, who among the doctors and nurses would dare to make the decision? They'd inevitably have to consult their superiors.
My mother was the type who didn't like to trouble others. She'd spoken up this time mainly because she was worried about my studies. How could she bring herself to cause more trouble?
I breathed a long sigh of relief, sincerely praying for Jiang Fei in my heart, hoping he would ride a white horse and do it with a golden-haired girl every day!
After everything was settled, with the help of the nurse and my mother, I lay down on the bed next to the window. Because my wound had been treated, I could barely move, at least going to the toilet wasn't a problem.
The nurse left after giving me the room key, leaving just my mother and me in the ward. It immediately felt more like we were cohabitating.
I was getting more and more pleased with myself, a smile I couldn't suppress playing on my lips.
My mother stood beside the bed, her clear, peach blossom eyes fixed on me, her expression complex.
Seeing her look like she wanted to speak but hesitated, I was startled. I secretly cursed myself for getting carried away and immediately put on an innocent face. "Mom, what's wrong?"
My mother took a deep breath, then after a long silence, said coldly, "I'm going home for a bit. You stay put here. I'm warning you, don't get any wild ideas!"
I was extremely wronged. "I... I didn't say anything or do anything!"
"You better not have!"
My mother glared at me and left, swinging her ponytail as she went.
After I was alone in the room, the look in my eyes immediately darkened. The vows I made and the resolutions I'd formed last night were almost instantly consumed by the rekindled flames of desire.
I had only one thought: I must seize this month of hospitalization and make my mother my woman!
Various ideas and strategies flashed through my mind. The more I thought, the more excited I became. The flesh stick between my legs slowly rose, tenting the hospital gown.
About twenty minutes later, the phone rang suddenly. I glanced over, and my cock immediately deflated.
With a strange sense of guilt, I picked up the phone and answered the call. Clearing my throat, I chuckled, "Director Song, are you having fun in the ancient tomb?"
"You little rascal! What happened to you!"
My father's tone was a mix of anger and concern. "Your mother just told me. How are you feeling now? Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's just a hairline fracture. Don't worry about it."
"I'm your dad, of course I'm worried!"
Dad chuckled, then went on, "Listen to your mom in the hospital, don't make her angry. I heard your grades have slipped a bit lately. I promised my colleagues at the research institute I'd treat them to a meal when you get into Qingbei University. Don't embarrass your old man then, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't know what kind of level your son is at? Qingbei? Piece of cake."
"Don't be cocky! Study hard!"
"No problem, you just dig your graves with peace of mind, and wait for my final exam results."
I breathed a long sigh after hanging up the phone, expelling the little bit of guilt I had.
At that moment, the door opened, and Mom walked in carrying bags and bags of things.
She put everything on her bed, opened the wardrobe next to it, and neatly folded my clothes one by one, stacking them. Her repeated actions of folding and putting away clothes gave off a strong vibe of a devoted and virtuous wife and mother.
I stared blankly for a while, then said with a slightly reproachful tone, "Mom, why did you tell Dad? He can't come back, isn't it just causing him unnecessary worry?"
My mom didn't stop what she was doing, but snorted coldly. "Nonsense! How could I not tell him about such a big thing? Archaeology, archaeology, all he knows is archaeology! If I didn't tell him, he'd never know you broke your leg! Having you two is just my bad luck!"
Mom seemed to be holding back a lot of resentment, rare for her to complain to me like this.
I was a little unconvinced. "I don't know if it's Dad's bad luck to have me, but how is it my bad luck? What did Jiang Fei just say? Teacher Lin, you have a particularly outstanding son!"
I mimicked Jiang Fei's words to tease Mom, but she just glanced at me without saying anything.
After she finished packing my clothes, she opened another bag and was about to reach in, but suddenly paused. Then, she turned around holding the bag, her slender and graceful figure blocking my view.
I pouted, understanding that Mom was organizing her own clothes, but I wasn't interested in these external things anymore, because I had a grander, more ambitious goal.
Silently laughing at Mom's excessive caution, I propped myself up in bed and sat up. "Mom, don't rush with those, help me get New Concept first, I'll memorize some words."
Mom was startled for a moment, and couldn't help but turn her slender neck to glance at me. Then, she opened another bag and threw a book at me.
I picked up the book, calmed my mind, and began to read quietly.
To win over this overly cautious mother... I can't rush at all...
That night, nothing happened.
Having to suddenly sleep in the same room with me without any preparation, Mom's vigilance could be said to have reached its peak. In the early summer as May was drawing to a close, she wore pajamas and wrapped herself in a blanket, cocooning herself like a silkworm. However, Mom didn't expect that I would fall asleep even earlier than she did.
During my hospitalization, Mom had to go to school to work during the day. So, she transferred five hundred yuan to the nurse, asking her to bring me lunch. Fortunately, the responsibilities of the nurses in the special care ward were more extensive than those of general nurses. Plus, the director had specifically instructed them to take care of me, so they didn't refuse the request.
I quickly figured out the routine of the doctors' rounds and the nurses delivering medication. For the next three days, whenever it was time for the doctors or nurses to appear, I would pick up books and test papers, either reading or doing problems.
It went without saying when Mom came back from work. Apart from eating and going to the bathroom, I didn't move at all, just focused on studying. I would close my eyes and go to sleep at the appointed time. I didn't even speak a few words to Mom.
My well-behaved appearance earned me unanimous praise from the nurses and doctors in the hospital. Every time she saw her, my mother would gush about how sensible and down-to-earth I was. I was sure there wasn't a mother in the world who didn't enjoy hearing others praise her son.
The three days of hardship and patience were undoubtedly worth it. I could clearly feel the icy expression on my mother's face gradually thaw and dissolve, becoming more and more gentle. The tone of her voice when speaking to me also softened. When it was just the two of us alone in the ward at night, her gestures and movements were also much more relaxed.
I felt like I could finally start implementing the long-planned strategy.
On the fourth day, the door to the ward was opened by my mother right on time, not a minute early or late. It was basically the same time every day.
I had timed it perfectly. I was currently sprawled on the small table on the bed, working on a test paper. Seeing my mother walk in, swinging her ponytail and carrying dinner, I nodded at her, "Mom."
My mother revealed a smile of relief and said in the gentle tone that had been appearing more and more frequently these past few days, "Yangyang, I heard from Nurse Chen that you've been doing problems all day. Why don't you eat first? You also need to combine work and rest, don't tire yourself out too much."
"Okay, I'll finish this one, and then I'll be right there."
Without raising my head, I looked like a nerdy, book-loving student, completely absorbed in the sea of problems.
Ten minutes later, Mom placed my meal on the table. She sat down on the sofa nearby, and we ate in comfortable silence.
Mom asked about the doctor's rounds. I answered casually, my mind occupied with how to broach the topic later.
After I finished eating, Mom cleared the table and handed me a glass of hot water. She sat on the edge of another bed, holding her own cup, and looked at me, saying, "Yangyang, get some rest tonight. There's a placement test tomorrow and the day after."
I was taken aback. "Placement test? How's it going to work?"
"I've already photocopied the test papers. We'll follow the same schedule as the college entrance exam. I'll invigilate for you."
I scratched my head. "Mom, I know you care about my studies, but do you really need to take leave just to invigilate for me?"
Mom glared at me, annoyed. "Have you gone soft in the head from being in the hospital? It's Friday!"
I was swayed by Mom's lively and charming peach blossom eyes, and I grinned foolishly. "You're right. I've lost track of the days since I'm not going to school."
My mother suddenly stood up and leaned over, taking the phone from my bedside table.
I asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"The exam just finished today, and I'm afraid you'll try to get the questions from other students."
My mother shook her slender hand holding the phone. "As a proctor, I must eliminate all possibilities of cheating."
Then she handed me her own phone. "If you want to play, use mine first. I'll give yours back after the exam on the day after tomorrow."
I suddenly swallowed hard.
It seemed... it seemed like I hadn't deleted the novels Jiang Fei sent me...
Instead of feeling scared, my blood surged, and I immediately felt a certain part of me stirring. Gazing at my mother's gorgeous face, I deliberately said with a sheepish expression, "I'll do as you say, but... but could you please not look through my phone?"
Mom indeed looked suspicious. "What? Do you have some secrets on your phone?"
I let out a dry chuckle. "Of course not!"
Mom thought for a moment, then hmphed, "That's best!"
Hearing Mom's response, my heart skipped a beat, and my cock immediately hardened.
Mom placed great importance on my education, truly leading by example. One of the most frequently mentioned principles of being a person was not to easily agree to others' requests unless you could definitely fulfill them.
Mom demanded this of me, and she was the same. Ever since I was a child, she had always kept her promises to me, without exception.
Just now, Mom was obviously avoiding a direct "yes" or "no" answer, which meant she was definitely going to check my phone. So, if Mom also saw those novels...
The big meat stick between my legs couldn't help but twitch. Taking advantage of this, I stammered, "Mom, I... You know..."
Seeing this, Mom furrowed her willow-leaf eyebrows. "Just spit it out! What is it?"
I gave a shy smile. "I want to ask you to go out for a little while."
As I spoke, my left hand had already reached under the covers and grasped the hot, hard cock.
"What for?"
Mom asked, as expected. I didn't answer, instead using my left hand to give it a good tug, making the big meat stick, which was pressed against my belly button, stand proudly towards the sky. My right hand pointed at the tenting of the covers, and I blinked at Mom with an innocent expression.
Mom's beautiful peach blossom eyes followed my finger's direction. She was stunned at first, a hint of confusion passing through her gaze. Then, her eyes widened slightly, and two blushes immediately bloomed on her fair, delicate cheeks. Her full, plump lips moved slightly. She then pretended to be calm and said, "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
After saying that, she turned her graceful body and fled in a panic.
I chuckled and picked up Mom's phone to turn on the screen.
The phone's password was simple, just Mom's birthday. There weren't many apps on it. I casually browsed for a bit, and then my eyes lit up. I opened the chat app, and with a strange, stimulating voyeuristic feeling, I tapped on the chat with the contact labeled "Old Song".
But I was soon disappointed. The chat logs between Mom and Dad were incredibly boring, almost shockingly so. Mostly work notifications about overtime and what they were having for lunch. Especially during the time Dad was in Xishi, there were only two conversations.
One was Dad sending a message saying he'd arrived safely in Xishi, and Mom replied with an "OK" emoji. The other was the day after I was hospitalized, when he called to ask how I was doing. Other than that, there was nothing.
I was bored, so I gently stroked my member, keeping it hard but not ejaculating.
Mom had said she'd be back in twenty minutes, but it was almost an hour before I heard a knock on the door.
Then I saw Mom, her cheeks flushed, enter the ward in a shy manner. She pretended to be calm and coughed, asking, "Have you cleaned up?"
I had a mournful expression, "I couldn't get it out..."
Mom was stunned and couldn't help but take out my phone to check the time, muttering to herself, "How is that possible? It's been almost an hour..."
After speaking, she felt something was amiss, her pretty face becoming serious. She said lightly, "Then go to sleep quickly. The exam starts at nine tomorrow morning. I'll wake you at half past eight."
After saying this, she didn't care about my discomfort and turned to the bathroom to wash up.
Of course, I couldn't easily let my mother go. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Mom, I want to pee."
Thump, thump, thump! My mother's footsteps were quick and hurried. With a stern face, she came over and took a chamber pot from under the bed, placing it on my stomach.
This was a brilliant plan I had designed since I was hospitalized. Although I could barely go to the toilet myself, I only had one bowel movement a day. As for urinating, as long as I drank more water, I could go several times. For safety's sake, my mother didn't dare let me run back and forth to the toilet every day, so she specifically asked the nurse for a chamber pot.
I didn't expect Mom to help me pee. I just wanted to find an opportunity to show off my impressive… assets in front of her. And the special care ward didn't have those privacy curtains either.
Mom put down the urinal and turned to leave. When she finished washing up, wearing a light pink pajama, and came out of the bathroom ready to sleep, I said, looking aggrieved, "Mom... I can't pee."
Mom frowned at me and questioned, "What exactly are you up to?"
"Oh, I really didn't do anything!"
I slapped the bed in a hurry.
"Then why can't you pee?"
I hung my head and stammered, "I don't know either, it's just... it's hard down there, and I can't seem to pee."
Hearing this, Mom was taken aback for a moment. Then, she took a coat from the hanger and put it on, her expression neutral. "You know my unlock code, send me a message when you're ready."
With that, she lifted her leg to leave, and I panicked.
Mom was wearing her pajamas!
Even though it was a long pajama, her fair and delicate, crystal-clear jade feet were still exposed!
I was the only one who had ever seen Mom's little feet. How could I let her go out and be seen by others?
"Wait a minute!"
I hurriedly called out to Mom.
Mom turned her head and looked at me quietly, her eyes seemingly starting to cool again. "Song Yang, are you doing this on purpose?"
I understood that Mom was starting to suspect something. I thought I might have been a bit too impatient, but I had been pondering so many schemes, some gradual and some like a raging fire, all to deal with the various reactions Mom might have.
So, I wasn't worried at all. I forced a wry smile and said helplessly, "Mom, go to sleep. I'll go to the bathroom myself."
Saying this, I shifted my body to get out of bed. The movement was very slow, appearing extremely difficult.
Mom stood still and questioned, "If a urinal doesn't work, you think you can pee in the bathroom?"
I stopped moving and sighed helplessly, "Mom, I don't mean anything by it, but it's still hard down there, and the urinal opening is too small, I can't get it in."
While speaking, I turned sideways and glanced at Mom out of the corner of my eye. I saw her freeze for a moment, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks, and her icy expression softened slightly.
I chuckled inwardly and continued struggling to get out of bed.
Mom was still worried about me and wanted to help when she saw what happened. I deliberately said loudly, "Don't come! I can do it myself. You go back to bed and rest."
Mom didn't say anything. She silently came over, her hands supporting my sturdy arms, and helped me stand up from the side of the bed.
Smelling the faint, alluring fragrance of Mom's perfume, my meat stick grew even harder, pushing the thin hospital gown up high.
Mom clearly noticed it too and hurriedly looked away. But I faintly heard a short, rapid breath...
The next day, I obediently took the placement test as Mom had arranged. After dinner, I pulled the same trick again, and Mom left the room. When she returned, her expression was a bit strange.
I continued to whine, pretending I couldn't get it up, almost bursting into tears. I kept complaining that I wouldn't be able to sleep and would definitely fail the test tomorrow.
Mom was silent for a long time. Finally, with a cold face, she opened the closet and pulled out a pair of black cotton socks from her pile of clothes, throwing them onto my bed. She turned and left without a word.
I almost shot right then and there. Looking at the socks Mom had personally given me, my heart was pounding like it was about to explode.
I put one condom on, then another. Eyes closed, I mumbled like I was sleep talking, calling out for Mom. I didn't even dare to touch my cock, scared that the slightest stimulation would make me shoot.
Even I didn't think I could hold back that fire burning inside me. I grit my teeth and didn't cum, I didn't send Mom a message. About half an hour later, Mom came back to the hospital room, a blush on her pretty face. But when she heard I still couldn't get it up, her expression turned colder.
"Song Yang, enough is enough."
With a cold warning, Mom turned her back to me and wrapped herself in the blanket to sleep.
I wasn't giving up. After finishing the exam on the third day, I continued my act of suffering. Actually, I couldn't call it acting anymore. I really had been holding it back for three days. The second day I even resisted Mom's offer to give me socks, I figured if I kept this up, I would really explode.
But… in the end, I still held it in.
Mom only needed one sentence to shut me and my restless cock up.
"If you keep this up, I'll hire a male nurse to take care of you, and I'll go home to sleep."
God knows how dejected I was back then. Facing a mother who wouldn't yield, I only felt a deep sense of powerlessness...
Monday morning, Mom took my test papers to school. I was no longer in the mood to pretend to be a good boy. I lay on the bed, playing with my phone while agonizing over things.
I couldn't find any breakthroughs no matter how much I thought about it, so in my frustration, I decided to reread Rhyme Scheme Strategy.
The characters in this novel were very similar to Mom and me. The protagonist was a student, and his mother was a teacher. The mother in the novel was also strict with the protagonist from a young age. The protagonist was afraid of his mother, but in the end, he still conquered her.
Out of the twelve novels Jiang Fei sent me, this one was my favorite. Recalling the relevant plotlines, I felt a surge of excitement. But then, a chill ran through me.
Gone!
Not just this one, all twelve were gone!
I remembered how Mom had left the hospital room these past two days to give me space to masturbate. When she returned, her face was flushed, and she had a somewhat strange expression. Suddenly, I understood!
Mom definitely read those novels, and then she deleted them all for me!
A nameless rage surged within me, and my eyes darkened.
Why!?
It's fine if she doesn't help me, but she won't even let me read the books I like?
She's the one who blushes while reading them!
I was both angry and wronged, feeling a knot of frustration in my chest that I wanted to unleash without restraint.
In the afternoon, Jiang Fei came. We chatted for a long time. I hesitated the whole time about asking him to send me those novels again. In the end, I didn't have the courage to ask, even when he solemnly said goodbye and left the hospital room.
Already feeling stifled and miserable, the thought of Jiang Fei going to a foreign land made me even more irritable.
In the evening, Mom entered the hospital room with a cold expression.
I had been trying to get her back to her usual gentle self, and it seemed to be working. But after the weekend, her attitude towards me had soured again. And right now, I could feel the chill in her gaze was even colder than yesterday.
"Song Yang! Tell me honestly, can you even study properly anymore! Do you still want to take the college entrance exam? Do you still want to study abroad!?"
Mom stormed over to me like a whirlwind, slap she threw a few exam papers in my face, her brow furrowed, breathing heavily, and her voice harsh.
I felt completely bewildered, and the frustration I'd been holding in all day surged to my head. I yelled, "What's wrong now!?"
Mom was taken aback by my unprecedented outburst, but her anger flared even higher, and she roared, "What's wrong!? One hundred and thirtieth in the grade! Is this what you call studying hard!? Ah?"
Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.
To be honest, even though I'd been focused on winning Mom over during my hospital stay, including the crazy, wild times I'd been having, I, who had always been confident, never thought I'd fall outside the top one hundred in the grade.
To put it bluntly, I'm used to being excellent, especially when it comes to my grades. Ever since I started in seventh grade, I've taken countless exams, big and small, and I've never fallen out of the top ten in the grade, often even making it into the top five.
I suddenly understood why my mom was so angry, almost to the point of madness. Because she, too, was used to having such an outstanding son. Maybe, as the one who poured her heart and soul into raising me, she couldn't accept this outcome even more than I could.
I felt a little guilty, but I didn't want to show weakness. I put on a stern face and said, "I can't calm down, I can't study."
Without thinking, my mom blurted out, "Why can't you calm down!? What could a kid like you possibly have to make you so restless!?"
I raised an eyebrow at my mom and scoffed, "You know the answer."
My mom froze for a moment, then realizing what I meant, she suddenly clenched her teeth, grabbed the scattered exam papers on the bed, rolled them up haphazardly, and slammed them into my face, screaming, "What do I know!? Song Yang, what do you want me to know!? Can't you look at yourself in the mirror and see why you've become like this!? You…
…are you even still my son… How could I have given birth to a son like you…"
The outburst reached its peak and then gradually subsided. My mom's voice grew weaker, her lips trembling, and crystal tears streamed down from her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
I was completely stunned.
Besides my grandfather passing away, this was the first time I'd ever seen my mother cry.
I looked at my mother's tear-streaked face, the anger, sadness, and disappointment etched upon it, and my heart immediately felt like it was being pricked by a needle.
What was I doing?
My mother was the person who loved me most in the world!
I wanted to slap myself hard, wanting to apologize, but I found my mother had already turned away, wiping her tears, and left the hospital room in a daze.
I panicked, I was scared, I was anxious. I wanted to run after that frail and helpless figure, but my fractured ankle cruelly trapped me in bed.
I quickly pulled out my phone and called my mother, but unsurprisingly, there was no answer. I frantically texted her apologies, sending dozens of "I'm sorry" messages within minutes, but still, there was no response.
I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out and slapped myself as hard as I could, then slumped back, defeated. My eyes stared blankly at the hospital ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
Where did Mom go? Would she come back? Was she really going to find me a male nurse? Had I pushed her too far?
A sudden jolt ran through me, and I remembered when Mom had just started at Sixth High School, when she confronted the graduating class's homeroom teacher because they had taken over a physical education class. My thoughts drifted along this line, and all the things Mom had done that seemed to lack emotional intelligence came to mind. Suddenly, I had a different understanding of Mom's personality.
Although both my parents were traditional and old-fashioned, Dad was clearly more afraid of authority, which was related to his profession and the industry. Archaeology was a job that constantly accumulated experience and knowledge, so Dad was used to listening to the instructions of his seniors and was more able to endure some injustices and grievances.
But Mom was different!
Athletes were in an industry where the difference between skill levels was easy to see. Who was better than who wasn't decided by words, but by ability. Coupled with Mom's stubborn personality of only acknowledging right and wrong regardless of status, she would do many things that ordinary people found difficult to understand. She would insist on being serious about small things where taking a step back would have made everyone happy.
Nun Extinction wasn't just about Mom's high expectations for her students. Back then, the fact that she, with her cold face, as a new teacher, had silenced the graduating class's homeroom teacher was quite a legend at Sixth High School.
Thinking about it now, the ideas I'd come up with based on the novel's plot – exposing my body to tempt Mom or forcing her to give in by my grades – were completely useless.
Because in Mom's mind, this was wrong from the start. She believed there was absolutely no possibility of a physical relationship between a mother and son, so even if I was sick and my... you know... exploded, she'd probably just find a plastic surgeon to give me a fake one.
She could argue with people in positions of authority when she thought they were wrong. So, in front of me, her son, who had both a psychological and social advantage, how could she possibly yield to such a petty trick?
Could it be that the key to the Rhyme Scheme Strategy lay in right and wrong!?
Realizing this, I felt a sudden clarity. Sitting up, I leaned against the headboard and grabbed my phone. The most urgent thing now was to coax Mom back.
Just as I was about to start typing, I heard the sound of a card being swiped outside the door. My heart leaped, and I looked up eagerly. It was indeed Mom!
Today, she was wearing a white tracksuit, including white socks and running shoes. Her ever-present single ponytail was smooth and straight, and her exquisitely beautiful face showed a hint of fatigue. Her large, bright peach blossom eyes were a little swollen from crying, and her red-rimmed eyes broke my heart.
"Mom!"
I called out urgently.
"Mm."
Unexpectedly, Mom actually responded to me, although her tone was flat, and the expression on her face was very cold.
I wasn't sure what Mom was thinking, so I decided to wait for her to speak first.
Mom was carrying a portion of rice with toppings. She walked to my side, set up the table, and placed the plastic lunch box on it. Expressionless, she said, "Eat. I have something to say to you after you finish."
I stared blankly at Mom, catching a hint of determination and persistence in her clear, cold peach blossom eyes.
"Alright, I also want to have a heart-to-heart with you."
I nodded in agreement, while Mom sat on the edge of her bed, quietly watching me. The only sound in the ward was the sound of me eating.
Twenty minutes later, Mom got up to help me clean up and handed me a cup of hot water.
"Thank you, Mom."
I smiled at my mother. "I'm listening. What do you want to say?"
My mother had a calm expression. Her lips parted slightly, and she spoke with utmost seriousness: "I was too angry just now, and my words were a bit harsh. Your personality has changed recently, but I didn't notice and correct it in time. Instead, I found it hard to accept. This is my failure as a mother. Song Yang, I want you to understand that even if you get the last place in the grade, you are still my only son, Lin Wanqing."
Hearing these words, my eyes couldn't help but feel a little hot.
I regretted disappointing and angering my mother, but she regretted that her careless words might have hurt me. We were clearly the people who loved each other the most in this world!
My mother took a deep breath and continued solemnly, "You are still young, and you have a long life ahead of you. I won't give up on you.
If your grades drop, you can work hard to catch up. If you have psychological problems, you can see a doctor. Since I could raise you to be one of the so-called children of other people, no matter how far off the path you are now, I am confident that I can bring you back."
"From now on, until you truly start your own family and career, I will educate you using the methods I used when you were a child. You should understand what this means, and I hope you are mentally prepared."
Hearing my mom's words and seeing her serious expression, my pupils dilated in shock. The confidence I had in my plan to approach Mom differently wavered instantly.
"What do you want to talk about? Go ahead."
Mom didn't wait for my response, clearly informing me, not asking.
I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve.
I had to get this done with Mom!
Otherwise... how would I even get through the rest of my days...
(End of Chapter)