Chapter 32
Chen Mo woke up the next day and looked at the nearly five-minute video call with Xi Siyan on his phone. He was a little absent-minded. How did he hang up in the end? Oh, it was Xi Siyan who said he was going to the training base today and he had to go to bed early.
Chen Mo couldn't remember how the topic of masturbation was diverted.
I just felt that Xi Siyan was indeed a master at changing the subject.
Chen Mo got up from the bed, washed up, and went out.
The whole villa was very quiet.
Until a voice came from behind: "Excuse me."
Chen Mo looked at Yang Shule, who had a gloomy face, and was in a good mood to greet him, "Good morning."
The word "good morning" made Yang Shule's eyes filled with disgust and more of incomprehension.
He said, “How on earth can you do something like that and act like nothing happened?”
"I didn't pretend that nothing happened." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows. "I didn't act like we were brothers. I think I did a pretty good job."
"you!"
"Hey." Chen Mo stopped him: "Don't force me to curse so early in the morning."
Yang Shule suddenly looked constipated.
Looking up at the other side of the corridor, the tone of the voice calling out was filled with unbearable frustration, "Brother."
Yang Zhi came over and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Yang Shule: "You ask him."
As a result, Chen Mo had already gone downstairs without even saying hello to Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi withdrew his gaze from the back of the person going downstairs and looked at Yang Shule, saying in a normal tone, "Lele, what did I tell you last night?"
These words made Yang Shule's eyes freeze.
Her eyelashes drooped slightly. "I know he's not easy to mess with, and I don't always mess with him on purpose. But brother, it was obviously not like this before he went to live on campus."
Yang Zhi: "What should it be like?"
Yang Shule looked up and said, "At least my parents don't always quarrel because of him, and you never make me give in on matters related to Chen Mo without finding out the reason."
Yang Zhi frowned deeply, "I was present at the entire event yesterday."
"Brother, do you really think I'm being unreasonable?" Yang Shule looked at Yang Zhi, trying to find the familiar indulgence or guilt in his eyes, but there was none. He finished speaking: "Back then, he was the one who forcibly forbade my friend from entering the swimming pool at home. He was accused of plagiarism by the teacher, but in the end it was as if it was all my fault. Why did I become alienated from my friend? Why couldn't I even stay in the experimental class? In this family, it's not that I can't tolerate him, it's that he can't tolerate me."
Yang Zhi really doesn't have much patience on this matter.
But I still comforted him by saying, "You think too much. He never planned to come back."
"Isn't this what he wants?" Yang Shule looked at Yang Zhi as if he had been holding back these words all night. "He will destroy the Yang family. That family that used to be so good."
Yang Zhi smiled as if he was coaxing a child.
"You have to accept the reality that Shule is back, and there is no way to change that."
Yang Shule lowered his head.
The line of the jaw is slightly stretched.
Really? Is there no way to change it?
He had been somewhat aware of it since he was five years old.
My mother was just using him to tie my father down. She refused to accept the failure of her marriage, so every time my father had a romantic scandal or refused to come home for social events, she would ask me to call him. My father was willing to come back every time because the second child allowed my mother to reluctantly restore her relationship with the Zhou family.
They seem to love themselves very much, but they don’t love themselves that much.
For more than ten years, he has carefully maintained the integrity of this family.
Acting coquettishly and foolishly, trying to please people in every way.
He once thought that he was a very outstanding son, and the Yang family relied entirely on him to survive to this day.
As for Yang Zhi, this elder brother, Yang Shule knew that he was cold.
What does it matter if he is indifferent? He likes himself and is willing to play the role of a good brother in a seemingly good family. That's enough.
But all this is now ruined.
Chen Mo was favored by the Zhou family, and even for something as big as coming out, he didn't get a single word of blame from his father because of his connection with the Xi family. This was what Yang Shule couldn't stand the most, even more than his elder brother Yang Zhu, who, despite his cold nature, still began to care about Chen Mo's existence and even brought him home on purpose.
It’s Xisiyan.
What is Chen Mo's basis?
Chen Mo had no idea what was happening behind him after he went downstairs.
Yang Qi'an and Zhou Yaoqing came down during breakfast.
After one night, the couple seemed to have no intention of reconciliation and kept their cold faces towards each other, which made the atmosphere at the table very stiff and awkward.
Chen Mo didn't care.
After the last lesson, the servants in the house seemed to be a little afraid of him.
This morning's breakfast was placed very close to him. A bowl of milky white fish soup was at just the right temperature. Before he had finished drinking it, someone came forward to change it for him.
Chen Mo ate slowly by himself. The only sound on the entire table was the slight knock of his spoon against the edge of the bowl.
Perhaps because he was eating so intently without paying any attention to others, Yang Zhi was the second person to pick up the spoon.
This made the remaining people stand out.
Yang Qi'an wanted to show off his status as the head of the family and teach Chen Mo a lesson about what happened yesterday, but he didn't say it. In the end, he asked, "Xiao Mo, you and the kid from the Xi family..."
"Dad." It was Yang Shule who interrupted him.
Yang Shule said, "It's just a rumor. You know that Grandpa and Grandpa Xi have some old friendships, and the two families have been in constant contact for many years. Ah Yan also took good care of me when I was in school. It's okay for people to spread rumors outside, but if someone in your family talks about this kind of thing openly and it gets to the Xi family's ears, I'm afraid it won't be clear."
Yang Qi'an coughed awkwardly.
He did have a project that he wanted to connect with the Xi family, but the old man was never willing to be a lobbyist in such matters. No matter how hard he tried, he didn't want people to know that he wanted to use his son.
So he reluctantly put his temper back, turned to Yang Shule and said, "Since everyone is taking good care of you, you should invite more people to your home for dinner."
"Dad." Yang Shule poked the bowl, "I'm no longer in the experimental class."
After saying that, he looked at Chen Mo again.
Yang Qi'an really remembered the quarrel between his two sons at school. Now he was also annoyed by the project and said to Chen Mo, "You have gone too far. What is there to be quarreled between the two brothers? Why did you have to make it so ugly and let outsiders laugh at our family?"
Chen Mo almost laughed when he heard the father and son singing in unison.
Drink up the soup in the bowl mouthful by mouthful.
After seeing the bottom, he put down the dishes and said to Yang Shule: "I remember you took the initiative to go to the ordinary class, right?"
Yang Shule: "If I wasn't forced to stay, would you think I was willing?"
Yang Qi'an was stunned for a moment, then continued, "Yes, if he couldn't stay in the experimental class, why would he go to the regular class?"
"Indeed." Chen Mo nodded, wiped his mouth and stood up, "Did I force you to stay?"
Yang Shule paused, "I didn't say that."
"That's good."
Chen Mo pulled the chair aside, waved to the servant, and asked him to bring his schoolbag.
He put it on his shoulders and said, "I'm leaving now that I'm done eating."
He said he was going to leave first, but his feet didn't move.
Then when everyone was looking at him, he said, "Oh, by the way, Xi Siyan must hate being taken advantage of. Dad, don't invite anyone to dinner. And brother, don't mention Ah Yan at the dinner table in the future. Change this bad habit. I'm giving you a serious suggestion. Now I'm leaving."
Ah Yan.
When Chen Mo was sitting in the car, he was still mumbling this name.
Chen Mo had only heard Xi Siyan's second uncle call him like this.
But now, hearing it from Yang Shule, it was completely different from the feeling in the previous life. When I heard it before, I felt that the two of them had a close relationship. After all, he had never called her in person, and now I just felt that it was too deliberate and awkward.
I guess it’s because I’ve become too familiar with Xi Siyan recently.
Chen Mo arrived at school just as the bell for morning self-study rang.
The table next to it was still arranged as before, with two newly distributed test papers on it that had not been touched.
Chen Mo put down his schoolbag and casually stuffed the two test papers into Xi Siyan's desk.
He left early in the morning, together with Xue Ping from the class.
Many people in the experimental class are taking the path of competition. Although he is only in the second year of high school, Chen Mo has heard many people talking about preparing for competitions. There are chemistry, mathematics, English and other subjects. From this point, we can see the difference between the experimental class and the ordinary class.
Under the influence of this environment, Chen Mo felt no pressure, but he suddenly felt a little empty.
It’s hard to describe the feeling, especially after facing the empty seat next to me all day, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
I never fell asleep during class again.
Even if he was lying down, he would get up quickly when the bell rang.
The weather in Suicheng changes very quickly. In just one week, students went from wearing two pieces of clothing to sweaters, and then to down jackets under their school uniforms.
Chen Mo has done a good job of keeping warm this winter, and people often complain that he looks like he is hibernating.
Another day after school at noon.
Lao Gou asked him to go to the cafeteria.
It was drizzling outside, and the wind suddenly became biting when it blew on my face.
"It's so damn cold." Lao Gou stomped his feet as soon as he went downstairs.
Chen Mo urged: "Let's go quickly, or we'll have to eat cold food again."
Lao Gou took the lead and rushed forward, cursing: "Those bastards from Gao Yi! They run faster than wild dogs to grab food every day at noon. It's hard for us old people, especially old people like you who can't stand the cold wind."
Chen Mo immediately kicked the man's butt with his knee-pad on.
"Don't push me. Not asking you to pack my bags and bring them back to the classroom is my last act of mercy."
Lao Gou said: "Thank you for your grace, Nine Thousand Years Old Man."
"Isn't that a eunuch?"
"Bullshit, no."
Halfway through the journey, Qi Lin and his gang caught up with them.
"Brother Mo, you're going to eat in person even though it's raining?"
Chen Mo was speechless: "If I don't eat it, will I become an immortal?"
"No, I mean why do you go to the cafeteria by yourself? You can let any of us take you." Qi Lin walked beside him and rubbed half of his umbrella. Because he wanted to be elegant, he only wore two layers of clothes. He shivered and said, "Winter in Suicheng comes suddenly every year. It's so cold. Before Brother Yan left, he asked me to keep an eye on you."
Chen Mo was stunned, "He asked you to look at me?"
"Yes, he said you had never spent a winter in Suicheng and he was worried that your legs wouldn't be able to handle it."
Using mobile phones in competition training camps is not as convenient as in school.
Chen Mo didn't feel like he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, after all, Qi Lin and his gang always mentioned "Brother Yan" every day. But when he heard these words suddenly, he was still stunned.
Qi Lin added: "After all, he asked a Chinese doctor to treat your leg. If he came back and saw that you were lame or something, I'm afraid he would be very angry."
"I grew up in a colder place, it's okay." Chen Mo ignored the strangeness and asked, "Is the competition training camp really that bad?"
A boy next to Qi Lin said, "That's nonsense. I participated in the first year of high school, but was eliminated halfway through. It was winter when I went there. Damn, at night, if I didn't run fast, I could only wash my face with cold water. It wasn't a competition, it was purely to exercise our iron will."
A group of older boys burst into laughter and started making all kinds of complaints.
Chen Mo waited for the laughter to die down, "That's hard work."
"It's just this one time, it's normal for the conditions to be poor in the province." Someone else said, "With Brother Xi's ability, he will definitely enter the national competition in the future. The environment is getting better and better, and the people he meets are all national competition masters."
Some people sighed: "It is indeed not my kind."
In fact, this group of people who say they are not of the same race are already the best in the college entrance examination preparation force.
Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh at the disparity in the world.
When the group walked to the cafeteria, the line was already very long.
Because of walking, the knee pad shrunk a little, and Chen Mo bent down and pulled it up.
When he stood up, he suddenly felt something was about to hit his face.
The cameraman held a camera and did not step back.
This student's face is really camera-resistant.
The person in the camera was wearing a short white down jacket and a plaid scarf. Her hair was slightly wet from the rain and stuck to her face, making her face look particularly pale.
When he looked towards the camera, his eyes were very cold.
He stared at her with an unfriendly tone, "What are you doing?"
Before the cameraman had the chance to explain, he already sighed that with this face in this year's all-documentary event, the publicity would probably be enough.
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