When Song Qingmo wanted to settle accounts with Xu Fengyi, he found that Xu Fengyi's traces had been erased. He didn't think that the Xu family and the Liu family had such great ability. The final clues all pointed to one person-Mu Hengshi.
Mu Hengshi was plotted against, so it was understandable that he wanted to vent his anger, so Song Qingmo withdrew his men. However, Song Qingmo might not have thought that Xu Fengyi was suffering in the Shimo Pharmaceutical Research Institute, which he had built after Mu Hengshi went abroad in his previous life.
Mu Hengshi was developing at a much faster rate than in his previous life, and all of this was happening in the dark and turbulent times. He was completely oblivious to this.
Mu Hengshi suppressed his anger. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Wen Zhiling, but he simply felt that he should disappear completely. His intuition was always accurate, and it was precisely because of this that he had imprisoned Xu Fengyi in the pharmaceutical research institute he had founded. After calming down, he walked back to the classroom.
After exchanging WeChat accounts, Song Qingmo and Wen Zhiling stopped talking and sat quietly in their seats. Mu Hengshi walked slowly to Song Qingmo and said, "This is the juice I bought for you. It's just right for helping you get rid of the greasiness and help digestion." Song Qingmo raised his eyelids and what caught his eye was a bottle of orange juice and a few white jade-like fingers with distinct joints.
Without waiting for Song Qingmo to refuse Mu Hengshi, he put down the juice on his own, then returned to his seat, supported his head with his hands, leaned against him, and looked at him leisurely with a smile, appearing to be a romantic and charming man.
Song Qingmo couldn't bear to look at him. He always felt that this person was deliberately exuding his charm all the time, like a colorful peacock, seducing him. He felt that he had used the wrong person and should have done the same with Wen Zhiling.
Everything that had happened before had convinced him that Mu Hengshi only loved Wen Zhiling. Song Qingmo sighed, a look of fatigue on his face. Why had Mu Hengshi become so different from his previous life? Shouldn't he be snatching up business everywhere now? Or was it because he didn't join him in the competition, so he found another way to torture him at school?
He initially thought Mu Hengshi would be on business trips every few days, just like before. He was flying all over the country, but now... Song Qingmo glanced at Mu Hengshi, who smiled at him. He just thought he was very idle. Things were different after all.
Song Qingmo had almost completed all his other preparations. The renovations on his old house were almost complete, and the Song family's assets, now in the hands of his father, were being quietly sold off. The illusion of bankruptcy would soon become public knowledge. He would then drop out of school. After all, he had enjoyed enough of high school or college in his previous life, so he didn't need to bother with it in this one.
Song Qingmo's eyes flickered back and forth between Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling, almost tying them together. The ambition in Wen Zhiling's eyes. In his previous life, Song Qingmo hadn't noticed it, but now he saw it clearly: the jealousy he harbored towards himself and the desire he felt for Mu Hengshi.
If he wants to overthrow the Mu family with his own strength, it will take a lot of effort. He is confident, but he doesn't want to do it. It's not that he still has feelings for the old times, but other wealthy families are not much better. Why should he make wedding dresses for others?
It would be better to let them fight among themselves. The Song family's shares and businesses can be transferred to the Yun family, which was secretly competing with the Mu family in the previous life. I can just watch the show with peace of mind.
Thinking of this, Song Qingmo's mood improved, and the fatigue and depression on his face slowly dissipated.
"Song Qingmo, Song Qingmo! Are you listening to my speech?" The teacher spoke loudly to Song Qingmo on the podium. The reason for the problem was that the winter track and field games in December was about to begin. Although their class was an elite class, in order to promote the passion for sports, they were forced by the dean to participate. When the students heard this, they wailed in the audience.
The elite class usually spends their free time glued to their seats, constantly reading, so they have no time for exercise. They all have skinny arms and legs, and look like a bunch of weaklings. Could it be that those people are deliberately seeking revenge?
The teacher smiled and told them to fend for themselves, and asked everyone to actively sign up, but then he turned around and stared at Song Qingmo with malicious eyes, as expected.
The next second, a shocking news was announced, "Quiet! Quiet! The Dean personally called out, and this year, Song must have a spot in our class running." "So, Song Qingmo will run the school's 5,000-meter long-distance race this year."
"Oh my god, five thousand meters. No way!"
"Yeah, but this way we don't have to run, and the other projects will be easier."
"Song Qingmo is so unlucky!"
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Back in the present, Song Qingmo was still stunned upon hearing the news. He thought about when he had offended the Dean of Studies, and even bothered this great Buddha to personally register him. Clearly, Song Qingmo had long forgotten how he had nearly sent the Dean of Studies flying on his birthday not long ago.
The classmates all looked at him with sympathy. Today's shocking move was not enough to change the stereotype of Song Qingmo in others' minds.
Song Qingmo looks gentle and elegant, yet also looks like a frail and scholarly scholar. Asking him to run such a long distance would be like killing him, wouldn't it?
Song Qingmo didn't think that the 5,000 meters would cost him half his life, but he was just wondering when he had offended the dean of studies.
At the teacher's call, Song Qingmo came back to his senses, his frown relaxed, and he calmly accepted the 5,000-meter task. "Okay, got it, teacher."
The classmates all mourned for Song Qingmo silently. Only Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo didn't understand why they reacted so excitedly. Song Qingmo was a lazy person. Even though he was well-developed, he was unwilling to show off. Only when he was alone would he release his wild nature.
"If you're going to do it, do it to the best of your ability. It seems I need to train my legs regularly," Song Qingmo thought quietly. "Want me to practice with you?" Mu Hengshi heard this and couldn't wait to join in. "Haha, what? Practice with you? You're so good, why don't you just take my place?" Song Qingmo was speechless. "Compare, compare, compare your heights!" Even when we're running, we have to compete.
"It's not impossible, but..." He was interrupted by Song Qingmo when he was halfway through his words.
"Goodbye, I can't bear your kindness. Lest you make some more nonsense demands, I'd better run away on my own. Don't look down on me."
Mu Hengshi lowered his voice and said, "No, I don't look down on you. You are the best person I have ever met." His words were so sincere that Song Qingmo rolled his eyes.
There was no follow-up to this conversation. But Song Qingmo found that this man was unyielding. When he woke up early every morning to run, as expected, he saw Mu Hengshi wearing black casual jeans, leaning against the door of the villa waiting for him to come. He couldn't get rid of him. During this day when Mu Hengshi was hated by everyone, the sports meeting would soon come.
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