Wen Zhiling's gaze was too direct. Mu Hengshi noticed it and raised his head in dissatisfaction. He scanned him with cold eyes, narrowed his eyes, and showed displeasure. Is this the new transfer student? However, he seemed to have seen this person before, but he could no longer remember the details. After all, there was no need to remember someone who had no connection with him.
When Wen Zhiling first met Mu Hengshi, he was somewhat happy. After all, he was his savior, and the impression he left on Mu Hengshi should have been profound. But when he saw the look in Mu Hengshi's eyes, he knew that this man had completely forgotten about him. Wen Zhiling's hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes. He was undoubtedly handsome, and his appearance was very well-pretended, but this man had no impression of him. He was blind. One day, he would make Mu Hengshi fall at his feet, and be his lover.
Song Qingmo's eyes kept darting back and forth between Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling. Wen Zhining's face was unhappy. He wondered what was going on. Logically, the atmosphere between these two shouldn't be so awkward and subtle. It seemed he had to help Wen Zhiling. Sure enough, he was the chosen tool!
Song Qingmo pretended to clear a cough, then raised his hand. After getting a signal from the head teacher, he stood up. The classmates all stared at Song Qingmo with suspicion, "Teacher, classmate Wen's schoolbag is a bit heavy. Why don't you let him put these things down first?" The head teacher then noticed that the schoolbag on Wen Zhiling's shoulders was indeed quite heavy, and he had been standing on the stage for quite a long time.
The head teacher took a look around. "Mu Hengshi, you're the only one with a seat next to you. Let Wen Zhiling sit next to you for now, and we'll make another seat when the exams are scheduled at the end of the month." Mu Hengshi's face turned cold. He didn't understand why the usually aloof and reserved Song Qingmo would help that person. Song Qingmo seemed to be particularly concerned about this person. Was it because he arranged for him to sit next to him so that he and Wen Zhiling could interact better?
Mu Hengshi's chill suddenly spread outward, and Song Qingmo, feeling the chill in front of him, was attacked by the Siberian cold air from Mu Hengshi. Although his relationship with Mu Hengshi had always been lukewarm, and it could be said that Mu Hengshi's former 16-year-old self was unilaterally trying to please him, if he asked anything now, he would definitely tell him, but Song Qingmo didn't do so. After all, why ask so many questions? He was not related to Mu Hengshi. He didn't care whether he was in a good mood or not.
I sent my wife to sit next to him. Maybe when they get married in the future, they will thank me for bringing them together.
Mu Hengshi stood up from his stool with a thud. All the classmates turned their heads again and looked at him with suspicion. Wen Zhiling stopped on his way off the stage and looked at him with a wronged look. "Teacher, Wen is a new transfer student and he must not be used to it. I usually ask for leave, and I am afraid of disturbing Wen Zhiling's studies. So it would be better for Wang Zhi to sit at the same table with Wen Zhiling. He is far ahead in the class and is also the class monitor. This will help Wen Zhi adapt to the learning rhythm of our class as soon as possible."
Mu Hengshi appealed to his feelings and reasoned with his students. This successfully swayed the homeroom teacher, who was indeed prone to asking for leave. Furthermore, wealthy children like these didn't prioritize academics and were difficult to get along with, which was certainly not a good situation for a freshman like Wen Zhiling. The choice of class monitor was indeed a good one. After careful consideration, the homeroom teacher decided to follow Mu Hengshi's advice.
This was the most words Mu Heng had spoken since he entered the school. Although he was usually very polite in class, he was the same to everyone. There was no excessive emotional expression in his words, as if he was truly considering someone and analyzing the pros and cons.
Song Qingmo thought to himself that it was not good, because the monitor they were talking about was the nerdy guy sitting next to him with glasses. Wang Zhi was very straightforward. He did the same thing with anyone, but in fact, he still wanted to sit with Song Qingmo.
After all, Song Qingmo usually didn't talk. He would just sit in his seat and read a book, or scribble on his notebook. Writing didn't affect his studies at all. After spending so much time together, he felt that Song Qingmo was a very good deskmate. But as the class monitor, he was still happy to help new students.
Song Qingmo gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected Mu Hengshi to reject him so directly, and even come up with so many ridiculous excuses. He had really underestimated Mu Hengshi. No, he didn't want to sit with Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo hated coming into contact with Mu Hengshi. He got goosebumps when he touched him. He was sick to his stomach just by looking at him. And he was dreaming of sitting at the same table with him.
Mu Heng looked at Song Qingmo's face full of anger and resistance, and laughed at his frustration and loneliness in his heart. Why did he hate him so much? He always felt that there was a wall between him and Song Qingmo, separating them in two different spaces, facing each other, but unable to touch each other.
Mu Hengshi suppressed the sadness surging in his heart and murmured softly, "Song Qingmo, why do you always push me away? Can't you see how I feel about you?"
"Okay, then Wen Zhiling, you can sit in Song Qingmo's original seat. Song Qingmo, you get up and move to Mu Hengshi's row." People sat in rows of two in the classroom, and Song Qingmo sat in the middle row.
Before Song Qingmo could even begin to express himself, the head teacher spoke up, and Song Qingmo could only reluctantly move his desk over to Mu Hengshi's. As he was moving his desk, a large hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the desk. He looked up, and who else could it be but Mu Hengshi?
"Get out of the way. I can move it myself." Song Qingmo whispered in Mu Hengshi's ear. Mu Hengshi felt the warm breath coming from his ear, and his ears suddenly turned red again. "No, I promised Aunt Song that I would take good care of you at school. This table is quite heavy. I'll help you move it. You just go get the chair." When others heard Mu Hengshi's words, they only felt that there was a hint of pampering and heartache in them. But to Song Qingmo, it was not the case.
Wen Zhiling stood aside, staring at Song Qingmo with jealous eyes, but still maintained a smile, with a stiff face as he watched them flirting here.
Song Qingmo wanted to pick up the table and throw it in his face. Was he being rude? The table weighed less than 20 kilograms. Was he insulting his own weakness? In his past life, even if he had drugged himself and made himself useless, he wouldn't have been unable to lift 20 kilograms. Now that he was back to his peak, he could easily lift this thing with one hand.
Song Qingmo's face visibly fell. He didn't care what others thought. He just shook off Mu Hengshi's hand, holding the table with one hand and the chair with the other. With a strong swing, the table and chair flew over in an instant, miraculously aligning neatly with Mu Hengshi's table. Mu Hengshi's hand was left red from being slapped, and a group of stunned classmates were left.
Wen Zhiling, who had just been holding a grudge against Song Qingmo in his heart, suddenly stood up straight with a flattering smile on his face, looking at Song Qingmo.
Mu Hengshi smiled bitterly. Song Qingmo really didn't want to show him any mercy. He knew that Song Qingmo was actually very powerful and strong, but even with such a perfect him, Mu Hengshi always felt that he couldn't catch him.
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