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He didn't realize that Zhong Yin intended to treat them to a meal.
"That should be the case, otherwise they wouldn't be preparing in the kitchen so early."
"Very good." Han Zhou smiled. This was a pleasant surprise. "But is it necessary to say this?"
Mo Yixia said calmly: “You may have forgotten one thing. I have to go back before five o’clock, so I definitely can’t stay, and I don’t like eating out.”
She doesn't like taking off her mask in front of outsiders.
Han Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take you back then."
"No need, I can just find an excuse to go back. You must really want to stay for this meal. How dare you come back and continue to eat for free after you leave?" Mo Yixia studied his expression.
Han Zhou said helplessly: "Can you please stop pointing out my thoughts every time? Is psychology that powerful? I can never guess what you are thinking."
"Do you really want to know what I'm thinking?" Mo Yixia stared into his eyes.
"Of course."
Mo Yixia was silent for a moment, and then said, "Then you can break into my heart and take down this impure pornographic agent like me?"
"I still prefer you to call yourself a pure high school girl..."
Han Zhou was also silent for a while, and said, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to know."
He suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, didn't you say there was something you didn't tell me? Now that I've won the game of chess, shouldn't you tell me?"
Mo Yixia did have something to hide from him, but she didn’t plan to say it out loud. Instead, she said meaningfully, “You’ll know when you come to my house tomorrow. Remember not to be angry.”
Han Zhou felt a headache. You are acting a suspense drama with me. "Are you done yet? Can't you tell me now?"
Mo Yixia didn't answer, but changed the subject: "I'll still cook tomorrow, do you want to eat anything?"
"whatever?"
"As long as it's available, but it depends on whether you deserve it."
Han Zhou pondered for a while and said the simplest one, which he was sure he could do: "Then Lao Mo, I want to eat fish."
He couldn't say that he liked eating fish very much, but being able to let Mo Yixia, who didn't like eating fish, cook fish could be considered a small revenge, just as a way of "repaying" this guy for being sarcastic to him today.
"I knew you needed to nourish your brain. You can eat fish, but don't call me Lao Mo. It sounds too ugly."
"What's that called? Sister?" Han Zhou looked at her in confusion, "Don't you find it disgusting?"
"Have you forgotten the exchange we made when we changed our names? You can even remember the chess game, so you should remember what I said in the future."
Mo Yixia sighed, turned around and walked into the house.
"Call me Yixia."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 60 New Status
After returning to the house, Mo Yixia continued to play the role of the younger sister.
This might be a very new experience for her, and she seemed to enjoy it, at least on the surface. If Han Zhou didn't know Mo Yixia, he might have forgotten that this was a role play and would have regarded it as the other person's truest self.
But he suddenly realized a problem - do I really understand Mo Yixia?
In fact, he had never gotten to know this girl deeply. They had not spent much time together, and all he had seen was the side of Mo Yixia that wore a mask. However, if the role of the younger sister was a performance, then was the side she had shown all along necessarily real?
Han Zhou was not sure.
He could never understand Mo Yixia's thoughts. Although this guy usually behaved normally, he never forgot that she was a girl who hated the world. Therefore, even though his task of making her stop hating him had been completed, he always felt that he was very far away from her because the personal information on the status bar had not changed.
Therefore, when the other party said "Call me Yixia", his mood was quite complicated - this sentence was not a joke or a teasing, it was just a simple and straightforward request.
Changes in a relationship can often be reflected in changes in the way they address each other, which anyone can intuitively feel.
Han Zhou did not forget Mo Yixia's other words, which was her other request, and this request seemed to be the most important - that is, she hoped that he could remember her words well in the future. The other party seemed to have said similar words before.
It was difficult for Han Zhou to describe his feelings at the time. He only remembered that he stood there in a daze for several seconds, and suddenly an indescribable strange emotion arose in his heart.
It is unknown what the emotion is, but one thing is certain - the distance between the two people has indeed been shortened.
For no reason, Han Zhou suddenly remembered the scene when Mo Yixia reached out and touched the leaves not long ago.
Sunshine, tree shadows, wind and the girl.
Just stand on tiptoe and a gust of wind will blow, just enough to lower the branches. No one knows where this wind comes from, but when it blows, the distance between your fingertips and the leaves will be naturally erased, and you can touch them with your hand.
The change in distance between people is probably similar. It just depends on whether you are willing to stand on tiptoe and whether you are willing to look for such a breeze.
Thinking of this, Han Zhou suddenly felt a little regretful - he should have taken a picture of that scene at that time.
"Have you been sleepwalking since just now? We are soldiers. We cannot retreat even if we cross the river."
Mo Yixia's disdainful voice came from across the table. The three-game match between Han Zhou and Zhong Ling had ended not long ago, with two wins and one loss. Now it was his turn to play chess with Mo Yixia.
Han Zhou's thoughts were pulled back, and he realized that he had made a wrong move. He smiled shamelessly and said, "I'm a special forces soldier, so it's reasonable for me to retreat, right?"
Mo Yixia was silent for a moment, then picked up the cannon and raised it high, then dropped it cleanly on the opponent's general. The chess pieces collided, making a crisp sound.
"This is an anti-aircraft gun. It's reasonable for me to take your head from a thousand miles away, right?"
Zhong Ling, who was watching the fight on the side, was stunned with her mouth slightly open.
"I just took a step back. It's too much for you to attack me directly with your anti-aircraft gun."
Han Zhou smiled awkwardly and retreated the cannon and soldiers to their original positions.
The game continued, and the situation on the chessboard was quite tense. The two players were evenly matched, and after fighting for several rounds, there was no winner.
It turned out that Mo Yixia didn't use her full strength when she played chess with Zhong Ling before.
Zhong Ling took out some plums from the refrigerator, put them in a plate, washed them, and placed them on the table for the two of them to eat. She also carefully picked out a few for herself and placed them in the palm of her hand, taking small bites of them while staring at the chessboard in a trance.
She had only played chess with her sister before, and this seemed to be the first time she watched someone else play chess.
Perhaps it was because the plums were not fully ripe, so they tasted a little sour, so that the girl's brows were slightly frowned from time to time, and ripples appeared in her clear eyes. But even if her teeth were chattering because of the sourness, she would still eat every plum in small bites, as if she was reluctant to waste it.
Only then did Han Zhou notice that this guy had silently picked away all the green plums on the plate, leaving behind mostly dark red ripe plums.
He didn't say much, just took one and stuffed it into his mouth, tasted it, and said, "It's very sweet, is it grown at home?"
He remembered there was a plum tree in the yard.
Zhong Ling nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared on her face, she looked at Mo Yixia, picked up a plum and handed it to her, as if wondering why she didn't eat it.
Mo Yixia smiled and declined, “Sister Ling, I won’t eat. I’m going to sing with my friends in a while and eat a lot of delicious food. I have to save my stomach now.”
This was clearly the reason she was ready to leave.
Zhong Ling was startled, put the plums back on the plate, and nodded slightly.
At the same time, Zhong Yin just came out with a water scoop. He seemed to have heard what Mo Yixia had just said, and asked in surprise: "Are you leaving? I plan to let you stay for dinner, and the dishes are all ready."
Mo Yixia pretended to be shocked and said at a loss: "Is that so? How can this be so embarrassing?"
Zhong Yin said softly, "Consider it an apology and thank you. If it's inconvenient, forget it."
After saying that, he glanced at Han Zhou, and his eyes instantly became less polite.
Looking at the watering can in this guy's hand, Han Zhou laughed dryly and thought to himself, don't you feel uncomfortable without something in your hand every time you go out?
Also, can you please look at me carefully?
Mo Yixia hesitated and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, Sister Yin, I really want to stay for dinner, but I have already made an appointment with my friends, so there is really no way... But my brother can stay, he is a big eater, he can eat the amount of two people by himself!"
The Zhong Yin sisters looked at Han Zhou at the same time. The latter silently took out his sunglasses and put them on. They thought Mo Yixia would finally speak properly, but who knew that she still remembered to insult him in the end.
"It's okay. The agreement with my friend is more important. You can come again next time."
Zhong Yin smiled, and walked into the kitchen with a water ladle. He didn't have any opinion on letting Han Zhou stay alone, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
Han Zhou watched her leave, took out his phone to check the time, and asked, "When are you leaving?"
It's about three o'clock in the afternoon.
Mo Yixia had obviously made up her mind long ago, and said with a sweet smile: "Four thirty."
She needs to be home before five o'clock, so if she leaves at 4:30 she can be right home. It can be seen that she still cherishes this rare free time and does not want to go back early.
After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "After we finish this game of chess, let's play something else, something that three people can play together."
Zhong Ling moved her lips, which was noticed by Han Zhou. He observed the shape of her mouth and asked, "Are you saying we can play cards?"
Zhong Ling nodded and quickly found a deck of cards.
The most suitable game for three people is Landlord. After Han Zhou and Mo Yixia finished playing chess, the three of them started playing Landlord.
However, as mentioned before, someone like Han Zhou who has a photographic memory is at an advantage when playing cards, because he can easily remember all the cards played and thus determine which cards are left in his opponent's hand.
Therefore, even if he lets the water go, he will win more and lose less.
Zhong Ling is probably better at two-player chess games, and she probably doesn't play Landlord very often, so she seems clumsy after a few rounds. She actually wants to be like Han Zhou, shouting "King Bomb" while throwing out the cards with great momentum, but it's a pity that it's too difficult for her.
But even so, she played very seriously. When she won, she would show a bright smile on her face. Sometimes she would high-five with Mo Yixia to celebrate defeating the evil landlord.
Mo Yixia's goal was very clear. If she and Han Zhou were both farmers, she would not be interested. But if they belonged to different camps, she would be very alert and would make the other party taste the taste of defeat.
Han Zhou sneered repeatedly. When it came to playing Landlord, Mo Yixia was really no match for him. He easily resisted this guy's attack and let out a sigh of relief.
The three of them had a lot of fun, and soon Zhong Yin, who had some free time, also joined in. The way of playing changed from Landlord to Poker.
This one cannot rely on memory to win, but rather tests luck, psychological quality and other abilities. To put it bluntly, it depends on who can pretend better, and this is undoubtedly Mo Yisha's strong point.
Before the game started, Han Zhou was ordered to take off his sunglasses because it would cover his despicable eyes and interfere with everyone's judgment - these were Mo Yixia's original words.
Several people made a bet that the two people who lost the most at the end of the game would have to clean up the yard, and then the cards would be dealt.
It is worth mentioning that with the joining of Zhong Yin, the number of people targeting Han Zhou increased from one to two. This woman actually targeted him as well, and was determined to die together. She had to fight him to the end, making Han Zhou miserable and secretly sighing that a generation of gambling god had fallen.
This led to him and Zhong Yin becoming the ones who lost the most and had to clean up the yard together.
The time soon came to half past four, and with the end of the game, Mo Yixia was about to leave.
She told her brother earnestly that he must accept the defeat and help clean the yard. Han Zhou agreed and decided to send her away.
The two were about to walk out of the courtyard when they saw Zhong Ling suddenly walk over quickly and hand a bag of ripe plums to Mo Yixia. The meaning was self-evident.
Mo Yixia took the bag, smiled and said "thank you".
Zhong Ling also smiled and stood at the door watching the two leave.