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"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere today."
Han Zhou was relieved, and then he heard Mo Yixia continue, "But I don't want to study either."
"Then what do you want to do?" Han Zhou was a little puzzled.
Mo Yixia did not answer immediately. She was silent for a while, then raised her hand to lower the brim of her hat.
"Do you want to hear me sing?"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 66 What a pity
Sing?
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he was sure that he had heard correctly. He looked at Mo Yixia for two seconds and couldn't help but joked, "Why do you suddenly want to sing? Are you in such a good mood when your mother is not around?"
"It has nothing to do with my mood, I just suddenly want to sing." Mo Yixia said calmly, the ballpoint pen still spinning on her fingertips, and asked again, "If I sing, do you want to listen?"
"Yes, why don't you want to?"
Han Zhou said with a smile, "If there weren't surveillance cameras, I would immediately move this chair over with my back to you. As soon as you sing, I will turn around for you."
"Turn around? Does it have any special meaning?"
Han Zhou then remembered that there was no such program as The Voice in this world, and it was normal for Mo Yixia not to understand the meaning of turning around, so he summarized it and explained: "To put it simply, if I am willing to turn around for you, it means that I like the song you sing very much."
Mo Yixia thought for a moment and said, "As soon as I started singing, you turned around... So what you mean is that you think my singing will be good? I haven't even started singing yet."
"Is not it?"
Han Zhou acted as if it was a matter of course. Although he had never heard of her, he did think that Mo Yixia should be a good singer. But when asked by the other party, he became a little unsure.
So he quickly added, comforting her, "Of course, even if you don't sing very well, as long as it's not too bad, I will still turn around for you."
"What if it sounds terrible?" Mo Yixia looked at him.
The ballpoint pen in her hand stopped turning, and her fingertips lightly touched the paper, forming a long straight line with the small black dots.
"Isn't this nonsense? Why are you singing it if it's so unpleasant?"
Han Zhou said in a bad mood, and said earnestly, "If it is really unpleasant to hear, please forgive yourself and my ears. You should learn to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Besides, my 'right to turn around' is not that cheap."
Mo Yixia snorted and said, "I thought you would give a scumbag answer like 'As long as it's you, I will keep listening no matter how unpleasant it is'."
This answer is not exclusive to scumbags, but why does it sound familiar?
Han Zhou muttered to himself, and suddenly his face turned dark, and an unforgettable memory suddenly popped up in his mind - that was the nine-character mantra he said at Gu Zheng's home, and he said it in front of Gu Zheng's mother.
"As long as it's you, I'm happy with it..."
I can’t forget it. I can’t forget it at all.
His toes curled up suddenly and he almost tore the sole of his shoe.
Mo Yixia once again showed her amazing insight, and her tone was a little more contemptuous: "Your expression tells me that you have indeed said similar words to someone before."
Han Zhou was powerless to refute, but he really didn't want to recall it anymore, otherwise the cheap sneakers on his feet might not be able to hold up.
He forced himself to clear his mind and pretended to be calm to change the subject: "You want to sing, right? Why don't you start quickly? My standards are very strict. Now I have to think carefully about whether I should turn around for you."
"I decide when to sing, and I don't need you to turn around."
Mo Yixia glanced at the time and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's time to rest. There are plums in the refrigerator that the girl named Zhong Yin gave me yesterday. We were brother and sister at the time, so some of them should be for you. Take it out and eat it. Remember to wash it."
It was already break time before they did anything this morning. Han Zhou thought to himself that time passed really quickly and asked curiously, "Don't you like plums?"
"I told you to listen to me carefully."
Mo Yixia sighed, "I've already eaten my portion, the rest is for you, you can take the other fruits if you want, I asked my mom to buy a lot yesterday, and pour me a glass of orange juice by the way."
Han Zhou was amused: "Do you think you are the emperor? You still want me to pour you orange juice? Go pour it yourself. You can't sit still for a long time. Get up and move around."
"I'm tired and want to sleep for a while." Mo Yixia said lazily.
"Tired?" Han Zhou was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the other party had a fever last time. He suspected that this guy was sick again, so he didn't dare to be careless, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."
Mo Yixia put down her pen, placed her hands on the table, closed her eyes and didn't want to talk.
"Is this true?" Han Zhou still didn't quite believe it and reminded, "Let me make it clear in advance, if you feel uncomfortable and still try to hold on, your mother will definitely blame me."
"You're so long-winded."
There was a hint of helplessness in Mo Yixia's voice, "I'm really just tired. Go and pour me some orange juice."
"alright."
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment before walking out of the study. Not long after, he came back with a plate of fruit and a glass of orange juice. "I peeled a mango. I remember you seemed to like it very much..."
His voice gradually became weaker, because Mo Yixia, who had her back to him, did not respond. She lowered her head slightly, and he could vaguely hear her slow and long breathing, as if she had fallen asleep.
Didn’t sleep well?
But being able to sleep while sitting is also a gift...
Han Zhou shook his head in his heart, slowed down his pace and walked to the desk, glanced at Mo Yixia who had her eyes closed, then gently put down the fruit plate and cup, and sat on a chair beside him.
"It seems like this is the first time this guy feels sleepy so early in the morning, right? Or is it because his mother was at home before that he didn't dare to sleep even if he was sleepy?"
Han Zhou stuffed a plum into his mouth. It was a little icy, but still very sweet. He guessed that Zhong Ling put the sweetest part of the plums into the bag.
He suddenly remembered how his opponent carefully picked out the unripe plums and ate them without saying a word when playing chess yesterday. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why would the task require making a girl like this cry?
Now that he was bored and had no Mo Yixia to chat with, Han Zhou simply used his enhanced sense of smell to distinguish the taste of the fruits on the plate, and finally came to a definite conclusion -
As expected, Mo Yixia smells better.
The break time was over quickly, and Mo Yixia was still sitting in the chair without waking up. Han Zhou thought about it and didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he stood up and stood beside her, pretending to perform a pantomime.
He was seen pointing at the textbook, then shaking his head in thought. Under the surveillance, it looked like he was giving a lecture to Mo Yixia, but his movements were very light and basically silent, so he would not disturb the sleeping girl.
The interesting thing is that although Mo Yixia's sleeping posture is stable, she still nods her head from time to time like a normal person, like a chicken pecking at rice, and it seems like she is responding to Han Zhou, indicating that she understands.
Han Zhou almost laughed out loud.
Because she was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell what Mo Yixia looked like when she was sleeping. However, judging from her eyes alone, Han Zhou felt that she looked like Sleeping Beauty. He didn't know what she looked like without the mask...
But I have to say, this guy's eyelashes are really long...
Han Zhou was looking at Mo Yixia's profile, his mind full of random thoughts, when he saw that she had opened her eyes at some point, turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were calm, without any of the confusion of waking up, which made people wonder whether she had really fallen asleep just now.
Seeing Han Zhou pointing at the reference book and gesticulating in a funny manner, Mo Yixia glanced at the time on the wall clock, seemed to understand something quickly, and pursed her lips slightly.
[Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Get the target smiley face 10/1 ten times and get point]
She asked, "What are you doing, miming?"
Han Zhou was a little embarrassed and stopped pretending. He pretended to complain: "It's just to cover for you."
Mo Yixia didn't say much. She took off her mask to reveal her delicate face, picked up the orange juice and took a sip, then asked, "You were peeking at me sleeping just now, right?"
"Peeking?" Han Zhou sneered and said confidently, "I was watching openly."
After all, I've been providing cover for so long, it's not too much to take a look, right?
Mo Yixia did not mock him as usual. She thought for a moment and said, "Were you thinking in your heart at that time, 'This guy's eyes are so beautiful, he really looks like a sleeping princess'."
The meaning of Sleeping Beauty is similar to that of Sleeping Beauty, and it is a well-known story in this world.
Han Zhou was shocked. Although what the other party said was slightly different from what he thought at the time, it was almost right. He could guess this. Isn't this guy too outrageous? Where did you have the time to observe my expression?
"It seems I guessed it right."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yixia shook her head slightly and continued, "Then you were probably still thinking, 'It would be great if this guy didn't wear a mask, so that I could try to kiss her lips to wake her up. Although I'm not a prince, I can still take advantage of her..."
The corner of Han Zhou's mouth twitched.
"What a shame."
Mo Yixia sighed, put down the orange juice she hadn't even taken two sips of, and put on the mask again, covering her delicate face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes with a touching teardrop mole.
"If you had really done that at the time, I wouldn't necessarily resist."
Han Zhou couldn't help it and wondered if this guy was having a wet dream.
"Go away! You didn't even sleep at all!"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 67 Absent-minded
It was in the morning that Mo Yixia asked Han Zhou if he wanted to hear her sing. However, until he returned to the study after lunch, this guy still had no intention of singing. He was lazy and not serious in class.
Han Zhou looked at the girl in front of the desk helplessly.
"You've been fishing all morning, so you're not going to continue fishing in the afternoon, are you?"
Mo Yixia was quite calm and said indifferently: "I said, I don't want to study today."
"Then what's the point of me standing here?"
"Teaching me ventriloquism and chatting with me is one of your responsibilities, right?"
Han Zhou hadn't forgotten about ventriloquism, but he was really unsure. He said a little embarrassedly, "I can't even learn this myself, so I can't guarantee that I can teach you well..."
"You can't learn it because you don't think it's necessary. Once you treat ventriloquism as a necessary exam, you will definitely be able to learn it."
Mo Yixia said calmly, "For me, ventriloquism is a necessary test. I can learn it if it is necessary."
Han Zhou was silent for a while, and then hesitantly asked, "Um... Yixia, can I ask you something?"
"Just ask."
"You must be very good at studying, so good that you don't even need a tutor..."
Han Zhou was a little nervous, because these words were equivalent to pointing out the fact that Mo Yixia was deliberately pretending to be a bad student. You know, when he said something similar before, the other party got angry.
"Ah."
Unexpectedly, Mo Yixia just nodded nonchalantly.
This ordinary tone made Han Zhou stunned for a moment, wondering: "Are you admitting it just like that?"