"Speaking of which, where is the president? I should see him at a time like this." Yin Tao looked around the basketball court.
"Why do you think he'll be on the court?" Ye Qingzhou asked casually, his attention never leaving his phone.
"Because I felt he was quite suited to playing basketball."
"You guessed wrong, I can't play basketball at all, so I can only be a spectator here."
Suddenly, a head popped out from behind her, and Wen Mo whispered furtively, startling Yin Tao so much that she fell into Ye Qingzhou's arms, her phone clattering to the ground.
All four of them fell silent.
Yin Tao was the first to react. She awkwardly jumped out of Ye Qingzhou's embrace and carefully picked up his phone from the ground.
After wiping it gently twice, Yin Tao nodded thoughtfully.
"Hmm...it seems the screen cracked by accident." Yin Tao winked cutely.
"Okay, you pay for it."
Ye Qingzhou laughed heartily.
"...Stop arguing, bring it here so I can see what's going on."
Wen Mo sat down apologetically, took Ye Qingzhou's shattered phone, examined it for a moment, and then peeled off the tempered glass screen protector.
The tempered glass screen protector had developed many cracks, but fortunately the screen inside was undamaged; it was just a false alarm.
"The screen isn't cracked, just need to replace the tempered glass screen protector." Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He had suddenly appeared earlier intending to scare the group, but he had accidentally broken their phones. "I'll pay you for the screen protector replacement later."
"It's alright, it's only a few dollars, no need to pay." Ye Qingzhou waved his hand.
"No way, just accept it." Wen Mo didn't allow him to refuse and transferred the money directly.
After a few playful moments, the group returned to their seats and did their own thing. The two girls sat in the middle, occasionally whispering to each other, while Wen Mo and Ye Qingzhou sat on either side, looking down at the whole place like security guards.
"It seems like she already has a boyfriend."
"Damn it, why are those two guys so handsome!"
"Wait a minute, isn't that the student council president on the left? I heard from others that they are actually cousins."
Is that so?
The whispers around them gradually reached the top corner. Wen Mo pursed his lips, his expression seemingly displeased; they were talking too loudly.
"Wen Mo, what's wrong?" Xia Lian looked over with concern, instinctively wanting to take his hand, but he pretended to avoid it unintentionally.
She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that she couldn't hold hands in front of so many people and could only pretend to be ordinary cousins.
Thinking of this, Xia Lian's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, but it quickly disappeared.
Wenmo understood perfectly well what she was thinking, but in this situation, it was really impossible to hold hands. If it were in private, they could hold hands however they wanted.
He was very irritable, but he couldn't pinpoint why.
It's just that it's frustrating when two people like each other but can't say it and can only pretend to be ordinary in front of others. It's an indescribable frustration.
Seemingly noticing the restlessness in Wen Mo's eyes, Xia Lian moved closer to him, offering comfort through the smallest possible gesture.
"Wenmo..."
"I'm fine, don't worry." Wen Mo forced a smile, the surrounding chatter was so noisy it was really annoying.
Turning her gaze to Xia Lian beside her, she knew she also longed to hold hands and express her feelings in front of everyone, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Wen Mo reached out and patted her head apologetically, his eyes gradually becoming firm and clear, as if he had made a decision.
"You must be feeling wronged. I'm sorry, but I won't hide anymore, don't worry." He said this, then stood up and looked around.
He locked onto the corner where the sound was loudest and took a step forward.
Do you think I still have a chance?
"You? Give me a break! I clearly saw that girl looking at me just now!"
"How pitiful, developing strabismus at such a young age. Sigh, they were clearly looking at me!"
"You're giving us guys another fantasy, aren't you?"
The boys, who were chatting in the corner, had not yet noticed that there was someone else beside them. When they looked up again, they saw that the sun was being blocked by a figure.
"The...the president?!"
Several first-year high school boys immediately realized what was happening and quickly sat up straight, like good boys. They probably thought Wen Mo was there to enforce discipline.
"It's okay, you guys continue your conversation."
Wenmer sat down beside them with a forced smile.
"Let's stop talking, let's just watch the game." The boys chuckled awkwardly, clearly not used to the other person's aura, especially his sharp eyes, which seemed to scrutinize them from head to toe.
"It's alright, I'm quite interested in your topic too." Wen Mo crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and yawned. "You guys like my cousin?"
"No, no, we were just chatting casually."
"It's not your fault, I know, boys in puberty are always thinking all sorts of things, it's easy for them to think that some girl likes them." Wen Mo said casually, and then clicked his tongue as if to say something.
"The president definitely knows more than us, after all, he's so handsome."
A few people half-jokingly echoed this, but it was indeed the truth. Judging from Wen Mo's face, it was perfectly normal for him to feel that girls liked him.
"But I still don't dare to date, sigh—" Wen Mo shook her head helplessly and patted the back of a boy next to her.
The boys seemed to find the student council president quite amusing and interesting to talk about, so they continued the conversation on the same topic.
"The student council president is so handsome, why doesn't he date?"
“Because…” Wen Mo paused for a moment, glancing at Xia Lian intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that she was also looking at him, he continued, “Because I’m worried about my cousin.”
The boys instantly understood what this meant and nodded knowingly.
So the president is a siscon (sister complex) after all. Now I understand why she looked at us like we were trash earlier.
"I'm afraid some clueless guy will try to get close to her. It annoys me so much that I can't sleep at night." Wen Mo slammed his thigh in frustration, finally getting to the bottom of his mind.
"No, no, no, no one would dare to approach her. President, you're overthinking it, haha..."
The group chuckled twice.
"Really not?"
"No, no, you're overthinking it."
"Oh—that puts my mind at ease." Wen Mo stood up, dusted off his clothes, and prepared to return to his seat.
"that……"
A boy called out behind him, and Wen Mo stopped in his tracks.
Looking back, the boy seemed hesitant to speak, but finally asked with some doubt, "I feel like the president seems to care about her a lot."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed twice for no apparent reason. In just a few seconds, he had already come up with the answer to his question.
Wen Mo chuckled twice, put his hands behind his head, and answered as loudly as he could:
"Of course, I love my cousin the most!"
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