Mu Heng looked at Wen Zhiling's back in a daze, wondering why it looked a bit like Song Qingmo's back.

At that moment, Song Qingmo was still distributing water and towels to the other team members, completely oblivious to what was happening with Mu Hengshi. If he'd known someone was deliberately pretending to be like him, he'd have been utterly disgusted. Like Mu Hengshi, Song Qingmo had chosen to stay on campus for the rest of his sophomore year, though he still managed some company matters. But compared to the previous year, the situation was much better; they were no longer busy and could focus on preparing for their admissions. The games, which had lasted for several days, had come to a temporary end. Mu Hengshi, as a key basketball player, was highly sought after. While Song Qingmo was reading in the classroom, he could see dozens of girls staring at him from outside the door. Mu Hengshi's drawers were overwhelmed, and some of the love letters inside had fallen out. Looking at the love letters covering Mu Hengshi's desk and drawers, Song Qingmo couldn't help but smile. At the same time, he felt a little relieved that he wasn't that charming; otherwise, he'd be surrounded by people every day, which would have been unbearable. Song Qingmo was also thankful that so many boys and girls liked Mu Hengshi, and all of them were very handsome. This way, Mu Hengshi would probably forget about Song Qingmo, and might even forget that there was such a person as Song Qingmo. Thinking of this, the things he had in his dream where Mu Hengshi forced him into something would definitely not happen.

After all, Mu Hengshi would be surrounded by beauties by then, so why would he care about him? Song Qingmo was so happy that his legs swung unnaturally, and he hummed a little tune, his face full of contentment and happiness. Originally, Mu Hengshi deliberately piled the love letters on the table so that Song Qingmo could see them, wanting to see if Song Qingmo would react. When he secretly glanced over, he didn't expect Song Qingmo to react at all, and instead hummed a song happily.

Mu Hengshi's mood began to become irritable. He looked at the love letters on the table and felt annoyed. He left the love letters in a pile, found a pocket and stuffed them in. Then he deliberately walked past Song Qingmo and threw the love letters into the trash can as if they were garbage. Mu Hengshi saw that Song Qingmo didn't say anything and even looked regretful. He became even angrier and "accidentally" kicked Song Qingmo's table on his way back.

Song Qingmo felt his desk shake a little, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. He looked up at Mu Heng with a look of "What are you doing? Are you sick?"

Mu Hengshi didn't even bother to look at Song Qingmo, nor did he apologize, he just walked away. "When did this guy become so uncultured?" He usually looked so amiable, but it seemed like he was only giving Song Qingmo a hard time.

Song Qingmo made a face towards Mu Hengshi's back, "Lululu, idiot Mu Hengshi."

The students outside the window had originally come to see Mu Hengshi, but unexpectedly, they were fed up with the couple they saw. They suddenly felt that Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi were a good pairing, and not bad at all. They loved the happy-enemy pairing. The students outside all had different expressions on their faces, staring at Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo. Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo were both keenly aware of the many sticky and malicious glances floating in the air. Turning their heads to the classroom door, they saw those people staring at them with ambiguous expressions.

Song Qingmo immediately had the urge to cover his face. What kind of look was that? Was he sick? What was he staring at him and Mu Heng for?

Mu Hengshi remained silent, quietly savoring the meaning in their eyes. He glanced at Song Qingmo, realizing they had misunderstood. Mu Hengshi didn't explain. Instead, he was pleased by their looks, his bad mood vanishing, and he felt that those annoying people had good taste.

But those students were destined to be disappointed. CP was impossible. The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and it was time to return to intense study. Song Qingmo immediately ignored those looks. What did they mean? He immediately opened his book and waited for the teacher to arrive. The first class of the day was the homeroom teacher's.

Song Qingmo stared at the classroom door. What surprised him was that the first person to come in was not his homeroom teacher, but a handsome and well-behaved boy. Song Qingmo only realized later that beneath the handsome and well-behaved appearance, there might be a despicable and dirty soul. When the boy walked in and stood obediently on the podium, the homeroom teacher followed him. The chattering of the class suddenly quieted down. The homeroom teacher said, "This new student is Wen Zhiling, who transferred from Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School. Now let Wen introduce himself."

The head teacher gave the stage to Wen Zhiling again. Wen Zhiling still maintained a good posture and the sound he made was so crisp that it was hard to dislike him.

"Hello everyone, my name is Wen Zhiling. My homeroom teacher just told me that I am from Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School. Due to some changes at home, I transferred to Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School. I am very happy to come to such a great class and to sit with such excellent classmates. Don't worry, I won't hold you back. I will also work hard and make a difference for the class." The more Wen Zhiling spoke, the more rapidly his tone rose. When he finished speaking, his originally porcelain-white skin had turned rosy, just like the painting, which came from his heart and made him more and more excited as he spoke.

Song Qingmo had just been fond of this new student, but with his speech, the beauty filter had faded. Why did his tone sound a bit strange? It couldn't be said to be tea, perhaps it was a personal misunderstanding, but Song Qingmo just couldn't like this new student.

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