Challenge day.

Mu Sicheng woke up in the dormitory, put on his clothes in a daze, squeezed toothpaste on himself, brushed his teeth and washed his face. After a simple wash, Mu Sicheng opened his mouth and yawned, a few tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes inadvertently swept to the messy desk that he had not had time to clean up after studying for a whole night.

In the corner of the desk stood a small calendar, which was given to him by Liu Huai before.

Mu Sicheng was careless in his work and had no habit of keeping a calendar. He even forgot some crucial exams. But Liu Huai was always careful in his work. He marked some important deadlines for submitting lab reports and exam dates for various subjects on the calendar and then placed it in the corner of Mu Sicheng's desk.

The exam time reminded on the last line of the calendar had long passed, and the next line was the make-up exam date reminder added by Mu Sicheng himself.

Mu Sicheng looked at the calendar and walked up slowly. He lowered his head and used a red pen to point at the date on the calendar, muttering to himself, "One, two... seven, seven days."

"I haven't stolen anything in real life in seven days."

Mu Sicheng paused for a moment.

...After meeting Bai Liu, because of so many messy things, he seemed to have never committed theft again in real life.

If she were still here and knew he hadn't stolen anything for a week...

Most likely, I would childishly yet seriously draw a little red flower for him in the discipline notebook.

Mu Sicheng slowly clenched his hand holding the red pen, lowered his eyes and sneered softly, then raised his hand and casually drew a small red flower for himself under today's date, put on the hood of his coat, pushed open the door of the dormitory and walked out.

The wind blew in through the gap in the window that was not closed tightly, and almost turned over the page of the calendar placed in the corner of the desk with a scribbled red flower on it.

Below this little red flower, there is a dirty, stick-drawn homeless man and a laughing, arrogant monkey, and next to it is written - the first show date of the [Homeless Man and Monkey] challenge!

Mu Ke sat at the dining table, drinking porridge slowly with a porcelain spoon. Opposite him were his parents, who were silent and looked a little nervous.

The first person to speak was Mu's father. He clenched his fist and coughed a little nervously: "Mu Ke, this is it. I approved the company you asked for the money. Dad doesn't care whether you can make a profit or not. As long as you are happy, that's all."

"Dad wants to discuss something with you today."

Mu Ke put down the porcelain spoon, wiped his mouth with a tissue, then calmly raised his head and looked at his father who was looking at him expectantly.

Ever since he could remember, his father had always been willing to do whatever he wanted, and he hardly ever questioned the consequences of anything he did. Even when some things sometimes bordered on the gray area and could get people killed, his father didn't care.

Mu Ke always thought that his father must love him because he was so kind to him, and people around him also told him so.

But there is another situation, that is, his father did not expect him to do anything valuable, and had already made preparations for the backup plan, so he could fall into any state of depravity.

This was the first time that Mu Ke could remember his father looking at him with such expectant eyes.

"Xiao Ke," his father said, "I have a child outside who is exactly one year younger than you. I want to bring him back."

Mu Ke chuckled: "Just one year younger?"

His father coughed awkwardly and said, "Xiao Ke, don't get me wrong. I really didn't intend to have this child because I saw that you were born with congenital heart disease. This child was just an accident. I was drunk at the time..."

"Mom knows it too." His father looked at his mother next to him, "I admitted my mistake to your mother as soon as I came back. Mom was angry with me for a long time and wanted to divorce me at one point, but she finally forgave me and didn't let him beat the child."

"After all, the child is innocent, and my mother eventually decided to raise him with me, so this child is raised by my mother and me outside."

His mother raised her head and looked at Mu Ke with complicated eyes. Finally, she nodded slowly: "That child is also very sensible and cute, about the same age as you. Mommy really can't bear to do that to him."

Mu Ke's eyelids drooped slightly: "If you like a child one year younger than me, you can have another one on your own."

He smiled and raised his eyes: "Is it because you are afraid that you two will have another child or a defective product like me, so you found someone else?"

The whole table was silent.

Father Mu took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Ke, you are our first child. We have deep feelings for you and have always treated you well. We have been raising that child outside for so many years and never told you about it because we were afraid that you would be upset if you knew about it and something would happen."

"I'm telling you now that your condition has improved."

"I'll give you money if you want it, and I'll support you in whatever you want to do. For so many years, I've never said no to you. How many people in my position can do this?" Mu's father looked deeply into Mu Ke's eyes, "Do you know how many people who have your disease have already died?"

The smile on Mu Ke's face grew bigger: "If you wanted to say no to me, it must have been when I was first born, right?"

"You must have thought many times that I wish I could die earlier like those people who got sick."

"Mu Ke——!" Mu's father slammed the table in anger and slapped him hard, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Mu Ke's face tilted to one side after being slapped, blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his side of the face instantly became red and swollen. He laughed softly, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, turned his head to face Mu's father, and smiled gently: "But I am so outstanding, it would be such a pity to die."

"Dad, you must have thought many times that it would be great if your illegitimate child was as outstanding as me, so you wouldn't have to make such a painful choice between us."

"It's a pity that he can't compare to me." Mu Ke slowly pushed the chair away and stood up. He looked straight at his speechless father and chuckled, "The one who lived longer is just a mediocre waste, while the one who lived shorter is extremely talented."

"But even so, you have finally made your choice now."

Mu Ke lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "It's more important to live longer."

"Please bring him back." Mu Ke bowed slightly to his parents politely, then walked out.

"Xiao Ke." Father Mu suddenly spoke, his tone slow and tired, "It was Dad's fault just now. I... shouldn't have hit you so hard."

"But you have to know that you don't know when you will die. Your mother and I dare not and cannot put all our things and emotions on a dying person like you. No one else would dare to put too much chips on you."

"We have to make some plans for our future."

Mu's father's voice grew heavy, and he said:

"You should be content, Xiao Ke."

Mu Ke paused, then he hummed calmly, opened the door and left: "I'll go find someone who's willing to bet on me."

Tang Erda was the first to arrive at the conference room.

The next person to come over was Liu Jiayi. She looked very neat and had a tight ponytail on her head. It was obvious that she had used a lot of force to do it. It made her eyes droop to the sides. She looked at Tang Erda and pointed at the top of her head: "Can you loosen it for me? It's too tight."

Tang Erda pulled it twice, a little clumsily.

Liu Jiayi shouted pause speechlessly: "It's getting tighter." Her eyes were about to be torn into two thin slits.

Xiang Chunhua really likes to comb her hair into a tight high ponytail, but Liu Jiayi can't accept it. But every time she comes to her with a comb and asks if she needs her to comb her hair...

Liu Jiayi couldn't even say no.

At least it's better than her brother's.

Three minutes later, Mu Sicheng kicked the door open. When he saw Liu Jiayi's pigtail being pulled aside, he started to laugh at her loudly, "You are so unfashionable! What a non-mainstream style!"

Liu Jiayi rolled her eyes and said, "Tang Er called me and made me like this. Come over and help me fix it. I have to go on stage and draw lots with Bai Liu later."

Mu Sicheng glanced at Tang Erda with contempt, then rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands: "Captain Tang, you can't even tie a little girl's braid properly, watch me!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Liu Jiayi looked at herself in the mirror expressionlessly, her hair pulled into a mess. She raised the corners of her mouth and said, "You can't even tie a little girl's braid properly?"

Mu Sicheng withdrew from Liu Jiayi's mirror range with a guilty conscience, looking away: "Everyone has areas that they are not good at..."

Two minutes later, Mu Ke pushed the door open and walked in.

Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng looked at Mu Ke for help. Mu Ke looked at Liu Jiayi, who was sitting on a chair with dark air coming out of her and looking confused. Mu Ke immediately understood what was going on and stepped forward: "Let me help."

An hour later.

Liu Jiayi looked at Mu Ke, who was combing his hair carefully, with a dead look on her face: "Is he still not well?"

Mu Ke shook his head solemnly: "It will probably take another three hours. I'm applying a hair mask to your split hair. Otherwise, it won't be smooth when you tie it up later."

"..." Liu Jiayi slumped on the table with empty eyes, "I just want to tie a small braid..."

Mu Ke shook his head in disapproval: "You are very popular, so every strand of your hair should be taken care of."

"I'd better wait for Bai Liu to come and do it for me." Liu Jiayi jumped onto the chair, stretched her legs and turned around, distanced herself from Mu Ke, and sighed with a complex and contemptuous look, "You three men, with an average age of over 25, can kill a monster in a few seconds, but how come you can't even braid a kid like me? Is that difficult?"

"Are all men so uncoordinated?"

Tang Erda frowned and retorted: "Su Yang is very good at this."

"Nonsense, he's married and has kids, of course he's good at it..." Liu Jiayi paused as she spoke, "Ni Shen is also good at it, he can do it in different styles."

“Is this a special skill for married men?”

As soon as Liu Jiayi finished speaking, Bai Liu pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced at Liu Jiayi who was sitting cross-legged on the chair, then looked up and saw that Liu Jiayi's ponytail had been pulled to the right by Tang Er and was embedded in the chicken nest made by Mu Sicheng.

He naturally reached out to untie the ponytail, and used his five fingers to simply comb through Mu Ke's half-finished hair care hair. He quickly gathered the loose hair around it, divided it into three strands and overlapped them twice, loosened the rubber band hanging on his wrist, and tied it up easily.

A simple, quick and appropriately tight braid is now done, and the whole process takes no more than three minutes.

Liu Jiayi: “…”

Tang Erda: "..."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Mu Ke: “…”

Bai Liu looked at the team members who were looking at him with strange expressions, raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Why are you looking at me like I'm a good wife and a loving mother?"