"You said... let me call you..." Ren Huaibo looked incredulous.
"Yes," Zhou Mo said, "Han Chen is your brother, and I am your sister-in-law. You should understand the hierarchy of seniority, right?"
Ren Huaibo was speechless and could not say anything.
Zhou Mo glanced at him with disdain and snorted, "Unless you stop calling Han Chen 'brother'."
Ren Huaibo even avoided eye contact, feeling awkward and a little at a loss.
"In the academy, if you feel embarrassed to call me that, that's okay, just pretend we don't know each other. But outside the academy, I hope you can follow the rules and call me what you should call me."
Ren Huaibo wanted to say something, but Zhou Mo didn't give him a chance and turned away.
When she turned the corner of the corridor, she walked too fast. Suddenly, a student pushing a cart came over. Zhou Mo was caught off guard and bumped into the cart. Her feet slipped and she almost fell.
Fortunately, the junior sister who was pushing the cart was quick-witted and quickly supported her: "Senior sister, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
Zhou Mo waved her hand and held her bruised waist. The dull pain made her frown, "It's okay."
The junior sister looked apologetic, "Are you really okay? Are you hurt... Senior sister... your leg..."
Zhou Mo then lowered his head and noticed that the wound on his knee had rubbed against the cart, tearing open the newly scabbed red scar and letting a trickle of blood seep out of the wound.
It was hot today, so she wore a knee-length dress and put a Band-Aid on her knee to cover the controversial injury.
When I bumped into the cart, the bandage fell off because of the sweat on my skin...
The wound on her knee was caused by Han Chen, who had been holding her from behind and pulling her towards the edge of the bed the night before, rubbing against the sheets and breaking the skin... There was also redness, swelling, and bruises beneath the wound...
Ren Huaibo hurried over, "Are you okay?"
He wanted to reach out to help Zhou Mo, but Zhou Mo raised her hand and refused to let him touch her.
"Don't be so stubborn, your leg..." Ren Huaibo lowered his head and took a close look at the "weird" wound on Zhou Mo's knee. His face turned blue and purple in an instant.
"Mind your own business," Zhou Mo warned coldly.
The younger sister beside her was frightened by Zhou Mo's cold attitude and said cautiously, "Senior Sister... I..."
"Go and get busy," Zhou Mo softened his tone and said, "I'm fine."
The junior sister looked surprised.
She was so serious and indifferent to Ren Huaibo just now, but when she was with me, she turned into a gentle and lovely senior sister, even though I was the one who hurt her.
"What are you standing there for?" Zhou Mo pointed at the empty cart. "Aren't you going to do the experiment?"
"Go, go now," the little sister finally came back to her senses, "Um, Senior Sister, I really didn't mean it."
"I know, it's my fault too. I was in such a hurry and didn't look at the road." Zhou Mo gently pushed the little apprentice sister down, "Go get busy."
When the junior sister saw Zhou Mo still smiled at her gently, she pushed the cart away with peace of mind.
Zhou Mo watched his junior sister leave, then instantly put away his smile, glanced at Ren Huaibo coldly with a faint smile, and walked away gracefully.
Only Ren Huaibo was left standing there.
He clenched his fists, his mind still on the scene where Zhou Mo was talking to his junior sister with a bright smile.
She was so patient and gentle towards a stranger who bumped into her.
But she treated him coldly.
Is this still the Zhou Mo in his memory?
Obviously, Zhou Mo has changed.
In Ren Huaibo's eyes, Zhou Mo is cheerful, gentle, bright, but also lively, funny, and humorous.
But now Zhou Mo treats him like a stranger, no... or it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is an enemy.
He can still remember how Zhou Mo looked when he first met him at Huhai Manor.
It was September, and she was standing alone by the lake, holding a small parasol with delicate lace edges, feeling bored.
Because the sun was not very strong and she was the only one holding an umbrella, it seemed out of place.
The rising sun reflected on the shimmering lake, by the lake was a lush and crisp reed marsh. The morning breeze blew, blowing Zhou Mo's long hair. She gracefully put away her umbrella, took out a wooden hairpin from her bag, tied her hair into a bun, and then fixed it with the hairpin.
Coupled with her emerald green dress and glowing white skin, the whole picture is fresh, elegant and antique.
Ren Huaibo thought selfishly that if she was wearing a cheongsam instead of a long skirt, she would probably be an old photo in a Republic of China pictorial, or a beauty printed on a cigarette box.
He was fascinated by such a beautiful woman and fell in love with her elegance.
I originally thought that the beautiful Zhou Mo would either be a flower on the top of a mountain that no strangers should approach, or that she would use her beauty to commit crimes and have a romantic history.
But when he was doing quality development exercises, he realized that she was not what he had imagined.
After all, no elegant beauty would laugh so heartily and generously when seeing something funny, and not care about her ladylike image at all.
She would cheer and applaud her team with all her might, and very loudly.
As her teammate, hearing such cheers from the audience motivated him to play even harder on the court.
He won first place in the mini-game session.
Zhou Mo praised him generously and gave him a thumbs up, "Great."
Although he didn't know her name at the time, the scene of her saying this was already deeply engraved in his mind.
This quality development sports program is only available to the newly enrolled graduate students in this class.
Because the school leadership had held a meeting to decide whether graduate students should undergo military training. The news was a hot topic throughout the University of Southeast Asia at the time, and all colleges were saying that their students might have to participate in military training.
The School of Health Management was particularly proactive. Upon hearing the news, the school leaders even began preparing funds in advance. However, due to too much opposition from students, and the fact that the graduate students were already adults and many of them were going to graduate school after working, the military training seemed too difficult and too much of a show, so the plan was eventually abandoned.
However, the funding for the School of Health Management had already been applied for, and there was no way to explain why it was not used. So they had to find a club that organized quality development sports and take all the first-year graduate students to Huhai Manor for quality development training.
Although the name of "quality development training" sounds nice, it is actually just someone dividing everyone into groups and organizing everyone to play some small games.
Fortunately, the game was not boring, and the organizers were good at livening up the atmosphere. This unique "quality development training" made everyone enjoy themselves.
On the bus back, everyone tried to sit as close to the front as possible because the further back you go, the bumpier it gets and the more prone you are to motion sickness.
Zhou Mo got on the bus later, and there were no empty seats in the front, so he could only sit in the back.
He followed Zhou Mo into the car, separated by a few people.
I thought someone would sit with Zhou Mo, but I didn't expect that until the place was almost full, the seat next to Zhou Mo was empty.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and asked if he could sit next to her.
At that time, Zhou Mo smiled politely, "Of course."
He was overjoyed and sat down quickly, "Why aren't you sitting with your friends?"
Zhou Mo was confused: "Friends?"
He asked, "Don't you guys still chat with those who play games with you?"
Zhou Mo: "Ah, them. I just met them. I couldn't find them when I came out of the bathroom. They might be in another car."
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