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"Yes, I passed all my subjects just barely this time, so my mom asked me to make greater progress in the next test."
Han Zhou was about to say something but stopped himself. The uneasiness in his heart disappeared instantly, and he thought this was not that difficult.
He actually wanted to say, "Can you please just stop pretending? Don't you have any knowledge of physics and math before? If it wasn't for your sudden sudden improvement, it would be impossible for you to pass the test with an 80% score."
Of course it's impossible to burst forth, so unless he cheated, there is only one possibility - if this guy wasn't pretending to be a bad student, he would have written his name upside down!
Han Zhou had only some doubts before, but now he is basically certain that Mo Yixia's academic performance is not bad at all, but very good. Otherwise, it would not be easy to control the scores and pass all subjects.
But since Mo Yixia didn't say anything, he was too lazy to point it out, and he wouldn't investigate why this guy did this, so as not to make him angry again.
"Oh, keep up the good work. I believe in you. Come on."
He said a few perfunctory words and asked, "By the way, what did you mean by that sentence on the phone? Why did you suddenly ask me if I thought you were stupid?"
"Your way of changing the subject is really blunt."
Mo Yixia sighed and said, “Because for a moment I really felt stupid, so I wanted to find someone to confirm it.”
"How do you say that?" Han Zhou became interested.
"I worked so hard to pass the test, but someone did nothing and was able to stay in my house and eat the food I cooked, without caring about the difficulties I was about to face."
Han Zhou had no awareness of being "someone" and asked, "What dilemma?"
"My dad is coming back."
"Oh, your dad..."
Han Zhou originally thought it was nothing, but suddenly he was startled and asked doubtfully, "Are you...are you telling a horror story?"
Mo Yixia was surprised as to why he had such a big reaction. After thinking for a while, she said, "You can describe it this way."
"What's he doing back here?"
"Of course it's to pick me up with my mother."
Pick you and your mom up?!
Han Zhou's arms trembled and his chopsticks almost fell to the ground. He thought to himself, I have traveled through time for so long, am I finally going to come into contact with the supernatural elements of this world?
He trembled and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"I was serious."
Mo Yixia asked in confusion, "But why are you so nervous? Are you worried that my dad will discover our affair?"
"Please be careful with your wording."
Han Zhou's mouth twitched, and he said unhappily, "I'm just worried about you."
Mo Yixia seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and pushed down the brim of her hat.
After a moment of silence, Han Zhou felt something was wrong and asked tentatively, "Wait... this 'take you away' should mean what I understand, right?"
"Is there any other meaning to this?"
Mo Yixia was silent for a moment, then sighed, “If you can’t stop him, you’ll never see me again.”
This means he wants me to help... Han Zhou looked straight and asked quickly, "Then how can I stop him? What can I do?"
"It's very simple. When you see him, hug his thighs, kneel down and cry to beg him not to take me away. Tell him that I'm pregnant with your child and that you will never let me go even if you become a ghost..."
Don't be like this, I'm afraid your dad will take me away too...
"Can you be more serious?"
Han Zhou had no choice but to interrupt Mo Yixia's nonsense and thought, "Why don't we go out and ask the Taoist priest after we finish eating?"
"Taoist priest?"
Mo Yixia frowned slightly. How could this be called serious?
"Of course a monk can do it too, but I still believe in Lin Zhengying more... If it really doesn't work, you might as well become a monk."
Mo Yixia thought Han Zhou was joking at first, but gradually realized that he was serious, so she couldn't help but look up at him strangely.
"What are you talking about? Why should I become a monk when my father comes back? Well, it's not impossible to consider getting married..."
Seeing her so calm, Han Zhou realized that he might have misunderstood her. He hesitated for a moment and asked suspiciously, "Didn't your father die last year?"
Mo Yixia took a deep breath, suddenly put down her chopsticks, and looked at him expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 52 I hope it will be a novel
The afternoon sun is particularly dazzling.
The sky was clear blue, without a single cloud in sight. The sun poured down, climbing into the house through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the potted plants on the windowsill, then sneaking through the mosquito curtains and falling on the silver wind chimes hanging on the bedside.
There was no wind, and the wind chimes on the bedside were silent, glowing slightly in the fragmented sunlight, allowing the hot air to flow slowly around.
There was a cool mat on the bed, and a mobile phone with half of the screen broken was lying quietly next to the pillow. The screen suddenly lit up and a new message popped up.
Not long after, Zhong Ling, who had just hung up the clothes, pushed open the door with her cell phone in hand and hurried to the back of the house where Zhong Yin was repairing a motorcycle.
Hearing the hurried footsteps, Zhong Yin did not stop what he was doing, and said without raising his head: "I have told you many times to slow down. There may be gasoline on the ground. Be careful not to slip."
Zhong Ling lowered her head slightly, looked at the message on her phone, and opened her mouth: "Sister, he said he is free this afternoon."
Even when facing her own sister, her voice was still very soft, but fortunately not so soft as to be as faint as a mosquito, and one could still barely hear it if one listened carefully.
Zhong Yin listened attentively, frowned and asked, "What does that guy mean? Meet up and settle it privately?"
"I don't know. He just said he wanted to see us."
Zhong Ling spoke in a soft voice. She picked up a towel beside her and wiped the sweat off her sister's head, then gently wiped off the oil on her face.
Zhong Yin hesitated for a while and said, "Go get a thousand yuan from the bag under my locker and give it to him when he comes. Just treat it as compensation for beating him last time, and then tell him to get lost."
When she mentioned one thousand yuan, there was a trace of obvious pain on her face, but because she buried her head, her sister did not see it.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Zhong Ling's clear eyes: "No...don't you want to apologize to him?"
She felt that hitting people was a bad thing and that she should have apologized that day, but she didn't know why the matter was pushed to the back for resolution.
"No need to apologize. That guy actually dared to use his identity as a deaf-mute to deceive you. It's really disgusting. If you didn't feel guilty, I wouldn't even give you the thousand dollars." Zhong Yin did not hide the disgust in his tone.
"But he never said he was deaf-mute. I misunderstood..."
"This can be considered a misunderstanding. Then why did he come to chat with you? Anyway, that guy has shifty eyes and definitely has no good intentions. Just give him the money, don't talk to him too much, and remember to block him afterwards."
Zhong Ling listened to her sister's words quietly. Even though she felt it was wrong, she did not object. She said obediently, "Then I will wait for them at the alley entrance later. I will give them money, block them, and don't talk too much... Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"
"Them?" Zhong Yin paused and frowned, "Are there any other people coming with him?"
Could it be that this guy has called someone to come and take revenge?
Zhong Ling also felt a little strange. She looked at the message on her phone and replied, "He said there was a girl with him."
……
The taxi stopped near Linshui Bridge.
After getting off the car, the dazzling sunlight made Mo Yixia unable to open her eyes. However, Han Zhou, who was wearing sunglasses, obviously did not need to worry about this problem. He even looked at the sun with pride for a while.
Mo Yixia ignored this stupid behavior.
Han Zhou looked at the sweat on the girl's forehead and asked, "Actually, I'm curious. It's okay to be at home in this weather, but isn't it hot to be outside wearing a mask and a hat?"
"hot."
Mo Yixia glanced at him. Why was he asking such nonsense? Was it because he didn't eat fish today?
"Then why do you still have to wear it? I can understand the mask, but at least you can take off the hat."
Mo Yixia didn't answer, but asked back: "Are you hot now?"
"hot."
"Why don't you take off your pants?"
"..."
Han Zhou's expression froze.
He originally wanted to try to ask Mo Yixia why she always wore a baseball cap. His intuition told him that this was probably not the same reason as wearing a mask, but he was choked by this answer and was speechless for a long time.
The two walked under the shadow of the eaves and headed towards the small square away from the sunlight.
After walking for a while, Han Zhou was still a little worried and asked, "Is it really okay for you to follow me out like this?"
This guy insisted on coming out with him after dinner, saying that it was psychological compensation for her "temporary loss of her father." However, she ran out without even attending the afternoon class. It was unclear whether she didn't take Jiang Baiqian seriously or was planning to let him take the blame again.
"no problem."
Mo Yixia said calmly, "Today is my day off. My mother allowed me to go out with you, so I am yours now. You can do whatever you want, but you must be responsible. Remember to send me home before five o'clock."
Han Zhou automatically ignored the second half of the sentence and wondered, "When did your mother become so easy to talk to?"
He was thinking about another question in his mind.
In fact, from many aspects, the relationship between him and Mo Yixia has clearly improved, as can be seen from the fact that this guy's nonsense is becoming more and more fluent, but why is there no more status information about the other party?
Could it be that he felt wrong?
Mo Yixia explained, "As I said, my mother is a result-oriented person. My great progress is the result, and she is very satisfied. Naturally, she is full of confidence in your ability to teach me well. Therefore, as long as you put forward some not-too-excessive requests in the name of learning, she will satisfy you even if she is not happy. For example, let me rest for half a day after the exam today."
"In my name?"
Han Zhou's face darkened, and he instantly grasped the key point in this sentence.
He suddenly remembered that when Mo Yixia called at noon, she used Jiang Baiqian's cell phone. They should have been together at that time. Could it be that time?
"I told my mom that you said that studying requires a combination of work and rest, and that rest after major exams is necessary. You and that girl named Guzheng have always done this. As soon as she heard this, she agreed, but only for today."
After a pause, Mo Yixia continued, "Actually, I don't hate her as much as you think. This is a world that values results. If someone doesn't like to study but is keen on fanciful ideas, once he achieves something in the future, people will regard this past as a good story and praise this person for being full of fantastic ideas since childhood. If this person achieves nothing in the future, everyone will blame it on his idleness since childhood."
"When a winner repents, it is because he knows his mistakes and can improve them. When a loser repents, it is because he knows that he would not have done it in the first place. The result is used to judge the process. If the result is good, the process is worthy of praise. If the result is bad, the process is thought-provoking. Therefore, the former often becomes a celebrity anecdote, while the latter becomes a fable."
Han Zhouxin said that this was indeed the case. It was undeniable that most people paid more attention to results. Whether some behaviors were wishful thinking or original often ultimately depended on the outcome of the matter.
But Mo Yixia was a bit talkative today. She even took the initiative to mention her opinion of her mother. It was really rare...
He took over the topic and couldn't help but jokingly asked, "Do you think our story will become a celebrity anecdote or a fable in the future?"