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Han Zhou looked strange: "You really can't even unscrew the cup lid with your strength?"
"Who knows."
Mo Yixia was calm and turned away from looking at him.
The two held hands and followed the team forward. Not long after they walked, Han Zhou suddenly heard Mo Yixia's low voice behind him: "Can you hear this kind of sound?"
"Sure." Han Zhou replied.
The other person's voice was so soft that it could be easily buried by the wind. If his hearing had not been enhanced, he probably would not have been able to hear it clearly.
"Can you?" Mo Yixia seemed a little surprised. "Then your body is really mysterious. Your physical fitness doesn't match your body shape, your hearing doesn't match that of an ordinary person, and your strength is also very strange..."
She pondered for a moment and said to herself, "Such a strange body, I must study it in all aspects in the future."
Is your research serious?
Han Zhou complained in his heart, but at the same time he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The second half of Mo Yixia's sentence actually meant that she would not pursue these anomalies.
With this guy's keen sense, he must have been aware of many problems long ago. The reason why he has not pointed them out is simply because he does not intend to intervene.
He pretended not to hear this.
Mo Yixia didn’t care whether he heard it or not, and continued: “Since you can even hear this volume, then I can continue to chat with you, so it won’t take too much energy.”
Han Zhou took out his phone and checked the time. He said, "Okay. The estimated time to arrive at the base camp is eight o'clock, which is about forty minutes. It would be boring to just climb for such a long time. What do you want to talk about?"
Mo Yixia looked at Xiao Yuyan and Liao Xinyu not far ahead, and thought: "If you use your current words, the man named Liao Xinyu should be called a licking dog, right?"
"You can say that..."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and answered hesitantly. He didn't like to say bad things about others behind their backs, so he wondered, "But what do you mean by using our current language? Do you have any unique name?"
"No, but in the past, such people were generally called affectionate."
"Deep affection also depends on many situations. Although I don't really like the trend of calling everyone a bootlicker, but this person..."
Han Zhou shook his head and did not continue to comment. He asked in confusion, "But why are you talking about Liao Xinyu all of a sudden? Have you realized that he is not a good person either?"
"I don't want to talk about him, but Xiao Yuyan, or me."
"What do you mean?" Han Zhou was even more confused.
"Look at Xiao Yuyan. She was obviously very tired. However, despite Liao Xinyu's repeated overtures, she never let him help her carry her backpack. Her attitude was very firm. On the other hand, I also didn't want you to help me carry my backpack, but in the end I succumbed to your tyranny and calmly accepted this fact."
Under the power of God...
Han Zhou's mouth twitched: "When can you change your habit of using random words..."
Mo Yixia did not answer. She was silent for a long time before she spoke again. She was in a rare low mood.
"I am actually a very hypocritical person, right?"
The tone was still calm, but it contained a hint of loneliness.
"It was clear that as long as I was firm enough, even you couldn't take my backpack away by force. I kept telling myself in my heart that I couldn't become a burden to you, but in fact I was afraid of suffering and fatigue, so I just symbolically resisted twice and accepted your violence. Afterwards, I pretended to be noble and was unhappy about it..."
"I am such a hypocritical person. If I were really determined, the current situation should be like Xiao Yuyan and the others. The backpack should not be on your shoulders, and my hands should not be in your hands."
Han Zhou listened carefully and couldn't help but laugh and cry. He thought that this girl was still upset about him carrying her backpack, but she was just nitpicking.
He said unhappily, "How can they compare with us? Sister Yuyan and Liao Xinyu are just ordinary friends. She didn't give the backpack to him in order to draw a clear line between the two of them. As for our relationship..."
At this point, he was suddenly stunned, and suddenly realized Mo Yixia's intention——
"Hmm? What happened to our relationship? Keep talking."
As expected, Mo Yixia immediately started to ask questions, her tone was half-smile, and there was no trace of loneliness in her tone.
Han Zhou realized that he had fallen into a trap again. This guy had clearly brought him into this topic on purpose.
"Our relationship...is obviously better than theirs..."
He gave a standard answer, but Mo Yixia was obviously not satisfied.
"Oh? How good is better?"
"It's the kind that you can trust to give the bag to me." Han Zhou continued to be vague.
"Is that so? Then it sounds like a normal relationship..."
Mo Yixia's tone was contemptuous, but she didn't intend to delve into it. Instead, she changed the question, "I remember when you introduced our relationship to Xiao Yuyan, you used the term teacher-student relationship, right?"
"Correct."
"Let me guess. The reason you define our relationship as this is because you can't find a relationship that is appropriate and frank enough for the time being. And you call me your student because you can't deny my specialness in your mind, so you use this unique and special relationship for you, right?"
Mo Yixia knew very well that Han Zhou would never be a teacher in the future, nor would he be a tutor for others, so she could be said to be this guy's only student.
Although this answer is pleasing, it is much better than simply avoiding the question as before.
Han Zhou's face was dull, he knew that Mo Yixia could "read minds", but he didn't expect that even such little thoughts could be seen so easily.
...There are no secrets in front of this guy.
"Han Zhou, you are a greedy person."
After a long silence, Mo Yixia continued to speak, as if she was standing in his heart examining everything in his mind, "Deep in your heart, you desire to get everything. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage, but it's not too annoying."
"Because I just realized a while ago that you and I are actually the same kind of people. We are both greedy."
"I don't know how you would view the relationship between you and the other girls you know. Maybe she's your childhood sweetheart, your white moonlight, or even your goddess... But even if she's your first love, I don't care."
The girl paused for a few seconds before continuing.
"Because you will always be mine, completely mine."
The snow wind became louder and louder, but her voice at this moment seemed to completely suppress the sound of the wind, and it penetrated into Han Zhou's ears in a domineering manner.
Han Zhou was stunned.
Although Mo Yixia had occasionally said some shocking words before, this seemed to be the first time she had made such a domineering and direct confession.
Yes, this is a naked confession.
Perhaps during the previous period of silence, the girl had been thinking about this issue, so she suddenly said such words.
...However, this is exactly what Han Zhou is afraid of now.
However, Mo Yixia obviously saw through his thoughts and said in a contemptuous tone: "You can rest assured that I will not force you to make a choice at this time, but don't get it wrong. This is not being considerate, but being consistent. Just as I hate others imposing expectations on me, I will not impose my expectations on you."
Han Zhou didn't dare to respond. He could only act like a coward at this time.
"According to my initial understanding, I only have one rival, and that is the girl named Gu Zheng. You have known her for much longer than you have known me, and your emotional foundation is even greater than ours. If I am a gift from heaven, then she is my childhood sweetheart, and a childhood sweetheart that should not be underestimated."
Han Zhou's eyelids twitched, and he thought that Yaya was really talkative and that she might have leaked all the information that could be leaked.
But this cannot be blamed on the other party. After all, how can a child think so much?
But in fact, Lin Youya did think a lot, and she had thought about swearing to protect the secret for her brother Han Zhou until her death. However, Mo Yixia was such a person that she got a lot of information without her even opening her mouth, and with a little trick, she dug out all the information in her stomach.
Poor Lin Youya was unaware of all this and foolishly thought that she had kept a secret for her brother Han Zhou. She planned to ask him for credit when the time comes and ask who the real heroine was.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, and this time the snow was obviously heavier than before. However, even if it snowed for several days and nights, it would not become permanent snow on the top of the mountain.
Mo Yixia looked up and stared for a moment, then said, “Remember I said before that I thought of a way to defeat Qingmei by falling from the sky?”
“Remember… remember…”
Han Zhou knew he couldn't pretend to be dead anymore, and tried hard not to make his voice sound too guilty.
"So what do you think it will be?"
"No, I don't know..."
"Don't know or don't want to know?"
If I have to say it, I probably don’t dare to know... Han Zhou said silently in his heart.
Seeing that this guy was playing ostrich again, Mo Yixia didn't force him to answer, but reached out to catch a falling snowflake.
"What should we do? Reality is not anime after all. If the initial conditions remain basically the same, the probability of Skyfall defeating Green Plum will definitely be less than half, just like the snowflakes that fall later will always melt earlier than the snow that has accumulated on the ground for years. The disadvantage is doomed from the beginning."
"So...what can we do to make the snow on the ground melt faster?"
Although he knew the true meaning of this question, Han Zhou was still curious, and he suspected that if he didn't seize the opportunity to ask this time, he might not get an answer in the future.
So he asked cautiously: "What should I do?"
Mo Yixia didn't say anything for a long time, but just held his hand even tighter and stared at the figure blocking her way.
On the cold snowy mountainside, through the thick gloves, she could not feel the other person's body temperature, could not touch his pulse, and could not analyze the other person's psychological activities through his expression.
This feeling can’t be called good, but it’s not bad either.
In fact, just as Han Zhou worried, Mo Yixia had never understood the feeling of liking someone.
When hate becomes the norm, perhaps any emotion other than hate may be mistaken for love.
Just like young boys and girls are always easily moved by love, but sometimes when they are distracted, they will find that the former enthusiasm is just a passing wind.
This may not necessarily be called love, but it can still leave an indelible mark in most people's hearts.
Even until now, Mo Yixia can occasionally feel her own throbbing heartbeat and touch her own slightly hot cheeks. She feels very relaxed when they are together, but often thinks of someone's face when they are not together. She would even choose to spend a few days of free time in exchange for sacrificing all future holidays with the other person, but she still can't be sure if this is love.
But what does it matter?
If it's wrong, correct it.
If this is not love yet, then add a little more blushing and heartbeating, a little more companionship and longing, and create a little more interesting memories. Start from the basis of not disliking it, and sprinkle a little more eagerness and a little more heartbeat every day until it truly becomes love.
Even if a love rival appears in the process.
That's nothing to be afraid of.
"It's very simple."
Thinking of this, the girl put away her thoughts, and her voice was as cold as falling snowflakes, and it was particularly clear in the wind.
"Snow will not always be snow, and snowflakes will not always be snowflakes. If snowflakes always melt before snow..."
"Then create an avalanche."
No one will understand the pain of losing a chapter twice in a row...
(End of this chapter)