Although I knew I was quite popular, I never imagined I would be this popular.

It was past 10 p.m. when Wen Mo was still replying to messages one by one, starting with his close classmates and continuing to reply to class committee members from other classes he had no connection with.

Regardless of why they are so concerned about their relationships, some of you should have some self-respect and refrain from sending voice messages to question them.

Especially when encountering a more extreme case, they might send two 60-second voice messages right off the bat. I was like, "What the heck?" Wenmo didn't even have the courage to open them. He only understood what the other person meant after reading the text.

Because he also has student council work to do, he adds most of the class committee members from other classes as friends, but the way those girls look at him is a bit strange.

That's a bit scary.

"Why does this tone make it sound like she's already putting herself in my girlfriend's shoes? It's like I'm cheating on her by posting something on social media." Wen Mo kept complaining, and eventually she didn't even bother to reply. After replying to her best friend's message, she turned off her phone, rolled over, and hugged Xia Lian affectionately.

My own precious baby is the best.

She's emotionally stable, speaks politely, and is very obedient. She's cute and adorable, and can occasionally satisfy my... well, I digress.

"Wenmo, my phone is so noisy."

"Sorry, I've already turned off the ringer. Those guys were too crazy today. I didn't even know I had so many friends."

Wenmo tossed his phone aside, but the screen would still light up whenever a message came in, illuminating the entire ceiling like a flashbang.

He's happy to reply to polite classmates, but he can't be bothered with those who come up with a nonsensical question like "Do you have a girlfriend?" and then bombard him with questions like an interrogation.

"There's nothing I can do, that's just how it is when someone's popular, it's so frustrating."

"Wenmo?"

"...It's okay, pretend I didn't say anything, I just like you."

Wenmo buried his head in Xia Lian's chest, snuggling close to her. Her body temperature after her bath was very warm, and he could smell the same fragrance of her shower gel.

It's so soft and smells so good, I can't bear to part with it.

"Wen Mo, aren't you going to reply?" Xia Lian hugged his head, resting her chin on the top of his head, holding him tightly, and could vaguely feel his breath against her chest.

Wenmo shook his head, but it tickled her a little.

"Too lazy to reply."

"But my friends will be unhappy."

Wen Mo looked up, and from this angle, he could see Xia Lian's unintelligent eyes. "It's not that adding someone as a friend makes them a friend. There are also some people whose names I don't even know."

"Then, what about this one?" Xia Lian asked, pointing to the newly sent message.

Wen Mo glanced at it casually, intending to ignore it, but when he saw the nickname "Old Lin" given to the other person, his eyes widened and he quickly sat up straight.

"Holy crap! My teacher messaged me!"

Wen Mo's hand trembled slightly as he held the phone. He never expected to be personally questioned by his teacher because of this.

And they immediately cut to the chase: "Are you in a relationship?"

Can I say that the post I just saw on WeChat Moments was just my imagination?

I'm actually lying to you guys. I really don't have a quiet, adorable, and obedient girlfriend. She doesn't hug, kiss, or lift me up high every day. Don't believe me!

Just as Wenmo was trying to attribute everything to the power of imagination, a little head suddenly leaned over, looked at the screen, and then stared straight at him.

"Wenmo, want to be in a relationship?"

"...We talked, we talked with you."

There's really no way around it, so I can only reluctantly admit that what happened just now wasn't my imagination.

Okay, back to the main topic. Although this wasn't the first time I'd had a face-to-face conversation with my homeroom teacher, Mr. Lin, I'd often heard my name mentioned by him ever since I got first place in the whole school in my first year of high school.

He's quite proud, and everyone understands that, so it's hard to know how he'll react to the topic of dating; perhaps they'll all be able to take it in stride.

After a moment of contemplation, Wen Mo calmly typed a few words in reply.

"Yes, I'm in a relationship."

With such an honest answer, the teacher probably won't make things difficult for me, but I'm still really scared... Damn!

Wen Mo dropped his phone as if he'd been electrocuted, sat half-upright on the bed waiting for a reply, his eyes glued to the screen.

Xia Lian bent over and crawled to his side, sitting like a duck. She glanced at her phone and then at the nervous Wen Mo, reaching out to pat his head. "Wen Mo, don't be afraid."

"...Wow, I'm not scared anymore."

That's amazing! Even the scary things have flown away.

Just as the two were flirting, the phone screen suddenly lit up and shone on Wenmo's thigh.

"OK."

...

No? I've been so nervous all this time, and you only reply with this one word?

Just as Wenmo was complaining, his teacher sent him two more messages.

"Don't let your grades fall behind."

"The rest is up to you, but at least take the college entrance exam seriously."

What? You think you can do whatever you want just because you don't fall behind in your grades? You said it yourself.

walk slowly.

"Alright, crisis averted." Wen Mo tossed aside his phone and breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the bed like a patient recovering from a long illness, enjoying the relief of surviving a disaster.

With a beautiful woman by his side, this is the most wonderful moment in life.

"My beauty, oh no, I mean Lianbao, the crisis is over."

He smiled and gave an "OK" sign, but didn't hear Xia Lian look back. When he looked up, he saw the girl engrossed in looking at her phone.

What are you looking at?

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian raised her head and obediently pointed to the row of messages on her phone.

"Wenmo, someone is sad."

"Who's sad?" Wen Mo asked curiously, leaning over to take a look. The girl pointed to a friend's emoji on the screen, a little crying emoji. "Pfft... Hahaha, she's not sad, she's just being cute."

Most people will still offer a few words of blessing after they find out they are in a relationship, but if they encounter one or two difficult ones, they will stop asking about it.

For example, Xia Lian pointed at the person and sent a message saying, "Are you in a relationship?", followed by a crying emoji. Those who know, know what that means.

"She cried." Xia Lian dazedly stroked the tearful emoji.

"Silly girl, that's just an emoji. She could never actually cry." Wen Mo sighed and rubbed his forehead. After taking back his phone, he replied with a few words, which was already more than enough.

Xia Lian leaned closer and, seeing that Wen Mo's messages were all polite phrases about keeping their distance, tilted her head in confusion. "Aren't you going to comfort me?"

"Please! You're my girlfriend! How can you expect me to comfort other girls? What are you thinking?!" Wen Mo grabbed her head and shook it from side to side, as if trying to shake all the water out of her head.