Ye Qingqing went to the Lu family's house. She left her bag there yesterday; it was full of summer homework, so she had to go get it.

Lu Mo walked in the yard with crutches. Dr. Du took him for a full-body check-up. His recovery surprised all the experts. In just half a month, he was doing much better than other patients who had undergone six months of rehabilitation.

Dr. Du revised Lu Mo's rehabilitation plan, and the original plan to get rid of the wheelchair in a month was brought forward. Now Lu Mo rarely uses a wheelchair and walks with crutches.

Moreover, even without crutches, Lu Mo can walk for an hour.

Ye Qingqing knew that this result was partly due to the addition of spiritual dew to the ointment, and partly due to Lu Mo's own resilience. Many people could not endure the pain of rehabilitation, but Lu Mo was very self-disciplined. He had to complete the tasks he was supposed to do every day, and he would even exceed them.

Hard work pays off!

"What time is registration tomorrow?" Lu Mo asked.

Ye Qingqing was organizing her homework without looking up. "Registration starts at eight o'clock. I ate breakfast and went there. Huh, where's my composition book? It's gone!"

She searched several times but couldn't find her composition book; it had vanished!

Lu Mo's eyes flickered, and he quickly turned his head away, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window.

"Have you seen my composition book? I clearly put it in my bag. It doesn't have legs, how could it be gone?"

Ye Qingqing simply emptied all the homework out of her bag—pencils, pens, rulers, erasers, set squares…—covering the table. She flipped through every single one, but still couldn't find her composition book.

"Registration is tomorrow... what am I going to do?" Ye Qingqing was so anxious she was about to cry.

Ten essays! If I tried to finish them all in one day, my fingers would definitely be worn out!

Lu Mo coughed guiltily, feeling deeply ashamed of his sins. But if he really let this girl hand in the essay and made the teacher so angry that she had a stroke, he would definitely be unforgivable.

"Maybe it got lost on the way. It's still early, we can rewrite ten more chapters," Lu Mo suggested.

"How could it be lost? That's impossible. I've always kept it in my bag. Did you take it?" Ye Qingqing looked at Lu Mo suspiciously.

The composition book certainly didn't grow legs and run away, and it's unlikely to have been lost on the way. The most likely explanation is that someone took it.

"No, I think you just lost it on the way. You can definitely start writing it now." Lu Mo denied it with a blank face.

Ye Qingqing looked at him suspiciously for a long time, but found nothing amiss. She then made a face, "Could it really have been lost on the way? Rewriting it is so hard... my hand is about to break..."

Looking at Ye Qingqing who was constantly wailing, Lu Mo had a smile in his eyes and felt a little guilty. He couldn't help but say, "I'll write five for you, and you write five."

Ye Qingqing was stunned, somewhat unable to believe her ears. Lu Mo, who was the most principled person, actually took the initiative to help her cheat.

"You're really going to write it for me?"

"Write it or not? If not, then forget it!"

"Keep writing... I'm going to buy a new notebook."

Ye Qingqing was about to go out to buy notebooks when Lu Mo stopped her, saying, "No need, we have some at home."

He took out a brand-new composition book from the drawer. Ye Qingqing blinked and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get this composition book?"

“My mother’s.” Lu Mo said calmly.

Ye Qingqing was easily fooled and had no doubts whatsoever. Lin Shufang was a teacher, so she must have all sorts of notebooks at home!

"My hand hurts... How about you write six chapters?" Ye Qingqing started to whine as soon as she began writing, placing her fair wrist in front of Lu Mo and drawing out her words.

Lu Mo's eyelids twitched, and he shifted his gaze. "Four pieces!"

"Oppa..." Ye Qingqing's voice trailed off.

Three articles!

"Stop! You said it yourself, five articles! Soldiers have to keep their word!"

Ye Qingqing dared not act coquettishly anymore. She sat up straight, biting her pen and racking her brains for a better idea.

I definitely can't write about my daily life with Big Wooden Head. He's just sitting there, and it would be so embarrassing if he turned around and saw me!

Oh dear, how could my composition book have been lost?

Pipi flew in, glanced at Lu Mo's pillow, and snorted softly, "The male master is dishonest, and the female master is too stupid!"