Chapter 8

Chen Mo's plan to live in the school dormitory was unanimously opposed by the Yang family.

The couple said it in a very high-sounding way, "The food and clothing at home are better than those at school. Your eldest brother also lived in a dormitory when he went to college. We are worried about you moving to school alone."

Yang Shule was arrogant and humiliated. "If you are not satisfied with riding in the same car with me to and from school, I can take the bus every day. Who are you going to live in the school dormitory for? It seems like I am kicking you out."

Yang Zhi was the only one who did not express his opinion.

It was probably because Chen Mo only greeted him first.

Early on Monday morning, the Yang family gathered together at the dining table in the living room.

Yang Zhi was sitting there reading the news. He showed no emotion about the overly quiet atmosphere at the table. He just said, "If he wants to live here, let him live here." Sooner or later, he would not be able to stand it anymore and would beg to move back.

"Brother." Yang Shule threw the spoon, making a clinking sound in the bowl.

He looked dissatisfied, "It was obviously him who wanted to kick me out, but now he's living on campus. What will my classmates say about me?!"

Zhou Yaoqing comforted her: "Le Le, between classmates, this kind of thing will soon pass if you ignore it. The most important thing for you now is to concentrate on your studies."

As he was speaking, Chen Mo came down from upstairs carrying a suitcase.

After going down the last step, he casually handed the suitcase to the driver, walked to his seat at the dining table and sat down. He seemed curious and in a good mood to ask, "What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about your school life." Zhou Yaoqing considerately scooped a bowl of soup for Chen Mo and said softly, "You two are the same age and in the same class. If you study hard, you will be able to help your elder brother better in the future. He is having a hard time now."

Yang Shule immediately said: "I will never join my family's company. I want to make achievements with my own abilities in the future."

Zhou Yaoqiong smiled with relief, turned around and asked Chen Mo: "Where's Xiaomo?"

"Me?" Chen Mo chuckled. "Grandpa said before that as long as the younger generation is 18 years old, they can get the year-end dividend from the group. At that time, they can register my name in the company and transfer my share to me on time every year."

Zhou Yaoqiong paused, hesitated for two seconds and said, "Yeah, that's good too. Your elder brother will never treat you unfairly."

Yang Zhi, who had been silent at the side, suddenly glanced at Chen Mo, as if he was surprised but also couldn't help but mock him, "You really have ambitions."

Chen Mo ignored him.

It was the head of the family, Yang Qi'an, who brought the topic back to the topic.

"Do you have to live on campus?"

Chen Mo readily accepted the advice, "It is more conducive to focusing on studies."

Chen Mo thought, since he had been given the image of a model student, they naturally had no reason to refuse this excuse.

Yang Qi'an was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Stay here if you want. If you need money, just tell me."

When Zhou Yaoqing saw her husband relax, she looked at Chen Mo and suddenly felt a little guilty.

All in all, Chen Mo stayed at home for more than a month.

He was no longer the same as when he first came back.

The hostility that once frightened her seemed to have disappeared. The clothes from big brands fit him well, and when he sat at the long dining table, he drank his soup slowly and leisurely, which was even pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't help but wonder what her son would be like now if he had been raised by her side since childhood.

Thinking of this, she called out, "Mrs. Zhang?"

"Hey, Madam." The servant from the kitchen who was calling Mrs. Zhang came out wearing an apron.

"Give Xiao Mo another bowl of the soup that's simmering in the kitchen." After Zhou Yaoqing gave the order, he turned around and said to Chen Mo, "Drink more. The food in school is definitely not as good as at home. Today's soup is light. If you like it, I'll make it for you when you come home on the weekend."

Chen Mo put down the spoon, leaned back in his chair, and smiled like a loving mother and filial son: "Thank you, Mom."

Yang Shule, who was standing next to him, watched this scene and tightened his hand holding the spoon unconsciously.

"Madam." At this time, Mrs. Zhang suddenly spoke.

She glanced at Yang Shule, who was looking down with his head and only had black hair whorls. She felt sorry for him and spoke in an impolite tone, "This soup needs to be stewed for two hours, and there's not much in total. Didn't you say it was specially made to replenish Xiaole's blood?"

Chen Mo almost laughed out loud.

Zhou Yaoqiong looked very embarrassed, and soon she looked annoyed, "It's not like there's only one bowl left, how much can Xiaole drink by himself?"

"It's okay, Mrs. Zhang." Yang Shule looked up and smiled at Mrs. Zhang. "I've been taking medicine recently and I'm almost well now. I still have to go to school today."

Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth.

“Bang!”

It was the sound of Yang Zhi throwing the spoon. He said in a bad tone, "Mrs. Zhang, you have been in our family for more than ten years. Since when did we have to fight for even a bowl of soup?"

Mrs. Zhang's face turned pale.

Without saying anything, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, a casserole with simmering soup was brought out wrapped in a towel.

Chen Mo, who was originally sitting with his legs crossed, stood up and offered his hand, "Let me do it."

Less than a second later, there was another sudden "pop!"

Chen Mo looked at the broken casserole, with the steaming ingredients such as wolfberry, red dates, and black chicken scattered all over the floor. In the silence, Chen Mo said with regret: "Sorry, it was too hot and I couldn't hold it steady."

Mrs. Zhang's chest heaved.

He clearly did it on purpose, but his halfhearted apology left her speechless.

I had expected him to get at least a few reprimands.

As a result, Yang Zhi frowned: "Still standing there, can't you see it when it's so hot?"

Zhou Yaoqing: "Just spill it."

Yang Qi'an: "Mrs. Zhang, find someone to clean it up."

Chen Mo picked up the backpack on the chair and said, "It seems that I am not worthy of this soup. I will leave first."

He passed by Mrs. Zhang and glanced at Yang Shule, who had his eyelashes drooped again and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Xiao Le, don't take it personally. I'm not targeting you." He took another step back and looked at Mrs. Zhang. "Although this soup takes a lot of time, I can only trouble you to cook a new pot for my brother. Ah, and Mrs. Zhang, I have to remind you that during the holidays, I have to come back to help meet people as the son of the Yang family. I hope that Mrs. Zhang will prepare more for you. I don't mind. If you lose face for the entire Yang family, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you after working in this family for so many years. I will feel very sorry then."

Mrs. Zhang was trembling with fear, and finally began to look at him with fear.

In the distance, three or five servants who were secretly looking over here, especially the one who had secretly tripped Chen Mo before, now just wanted to disappear on the spot and pray that he would not bring trouble to them.

Chen Mo no longer cared about the expressions of the people behind him or what they were thinking.

The moment you step out the door.

Outside, the wind is light and the sky is clear, and the sun is warm.

The driver took Chen Mo all the way to school, and was extremely respectful when he helped him carry his luggage when he got off the car.

"If you need anything, send me a message and I'll buy it and send it to you."

Chen Mo opened the handle of the box and said, "It's okay, go ahead and do your work."

"Hey! Then I'll wait for you at the door on time after school on Friday."

"No need to wait for me." Chen Mo said in the driver's stunned eyes: "The weekend holiday is short, come back during the long vacation, and call you then."

Ignoring the driver's embarrassed expression, Chen Mo dragged the suitcase towards the door.

The gate of Suicheng No. 1 Middle School was very lively on Monday morning.

Parents who were sending their children to school gave their children countless instructions, the sound of car horns, the hawking of breakfast vendors, and the sound of leaders scolding students for not bringing their student IDs all mixed together.

The students all wore the same school uniform and lined up in front of the door to enter.

It was not the beginning of the new school year, and the sound of Chen Mo's suitcase rolling over the cobblestone road attracted a lot of attention.

Chen Mo stood in the line.

There were two girls in front of him. When they heard the noise, they turned around to look at him, but quickly looked away and continued their passionate discussion on the same topic.

"There was a car race at Nanshan last weekend, and I heard that someone from our school won first place."

"Are you crazy? There have been deaths in racing there. Who would dare to be so reckless?"

"I don't know. The confidentiality level is a bit high. I also heard it from a distant and wealthy relative of mine. Most of those who seek excitement there are rich kids, and there are also many bad people."

"Speaking of being rich, I heard that the Yang family in the second grade of high school who had a mistaken baby had something very interesting happen this weekend. Someone posted a message on the forum, you can go and check it out..."

The two girls put their heads together and whispered to each other while looking at their phones.

I don’t know what I saw, but I suddenly became very emotional.

Chen Mo vaguely heard Xi Siyan's name, and one of the girls said excitedly: "He's here too?"

"It's not surprising, it's said that he has a good relationship with the fake son of the Yang family." Another girl's tone was a little calmer, but also full of admiration, she said: "I heard that when he was promoted directly from junior high school, the school teachers suggested that he skip a grade, I don't know why he didn't skip in the end. And he won first place in competitions every year, making the top students in other schools scared when they heard his name. The key is that he has good athletic ability, high IQ, good looks, and money. For ordinary people like me, we may not even look at him even if we look up."

A girl’s dreams are always innocent and beautiful.

Through scattered information, you can add many halos to the person in your mind, as if he is the hero in your dream.

Chen Mo didn't want to attack them. The person they were discussing was also one of the "bad guys" in Nanshan as they called them.

Chen Mo learned about Xi Siyan's love of racing by accident.

He also knew that during the two years he was abroad, he obtained an international professional racing license and participated in many large-scale competitions.

No one abroad cares that his last name is Xi. They probably don't mind tearing off the skin of a gentleman and revealing his extreme desire for control.

After returning to China, he still worked as the new rich man of the Xi family, drinking and chatting in the business world. When old acquaintances talked about him, they still remembered him as the unreachable sun that attracted thousands of girls to look up to during his school days.

The girls continued.

The topic suddenly changed at this point, one patted the other lightly, and said tacitly: "Wake up, he may not even like girls."

"Yes, I've seen him play basketball several times. The boy waiting to bring him water is the one with the surname Yang, right?"

"That's the one. I heard that he hasn't been to school for a long time. This week, the Yang family had a reunion and the two of them were in the same frame again."

"You said, he didn't skip a grade in the first place, wasn't it just to accompany him?"

"If you ask me, it's a shame that you don't post an analysis on the forum."

…

Chen Mo was listening with great interest when his turn in the queue came.

The person on duty at the gate today happened to be the director of the second grade, Lai Xiangfu, the bald guy who scared Gou Yiyang and his gang like they were being chased by dogs on Friday.

Director Lai is actually only in his forties, but his hair is sparse.

He recognized Chen Mo.

Director Lai, who had read his old files and the news that portrayed him as a good student, forced a friendly look on his serious face and said, "I have received your application to live on campus, Chen Mo. You have the right attitude to study hard. No matter how difficult the conditions were in the past, you must continue to work hard and study hard after you come here. You must live up to yourself and your alma mater in the future!"

This is impassioned.

Chen Mo was a little shocked despite his kindness.

His high school life here in his previous life was depressing and tense. Director Lai was really worried that he wouldn't be able to adapt and told him not to care about what people in the school said.

In the years after Chen Mo graduated, he returned to school several times and invited him to dinner every time.

He is already quite old, but he is still the head of the grade. He looked at him with relief, "When your college entrance examination results were not ideal, I really thought you would never recover. Fortunately, fortunately, it's okay."

During the last meal, he was a little worried and said, "Chen Mo, you don't look good. Have you been unhappy these years? Sometimes you only have one lifetime to live. Don't push yourself too hard."

Chen Mo poured him a glass of wine: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern for me all these years."

Back to the present day.

Chen Mo said with a casual smile, "Thank you Director Lai, I will give you something next time to repay your teachings."

Director Lai frowned and waved his hand, "Student Chen Mo, this habit of yours is unacceptable..."

"It's not expensive. I just discovered a black sesame paste recently. It's all natural and has no additives." At this time, the students around him stopped to watch, watching him say, "It nourishes the liver and kidneys, protects blood vessels, and... prevents baldness."

There were chuckles at first, but soon they couldn't be suppressed anymore and a burst of laughter broke out.

A familiar teacher nearby also joked, "Dean Lai, students nowadays know how to bribe. At the flag-raising ceremony, someone must go up and read a 300-word self-criticism as punishment."

Director Lai looked at the student in front of him and saw him with a relaxed smile.

All the worries seemed to have been fed to the dogs.

He laughed and scolded: "Why don't you get out of here quickly?"