After Song Qingmo sent Song Xingwu and Su Muxue out of the villa, he turned back to the living room and habitually turned his head to the room where Mu Hengshi was. The light in that room was on, and the pale yellow light still shone on Song Qingmo's raised face. Song Qingmo thought of the strange words that Mu Hengshi had said to him today, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "What did this guy want to do by not sleeping that night with the lights on? He is already so strong, why does he have to add burden to ordinary people like us? Juanjuanjuan, I'm going back to read too, and I'll be rolled to death together." Song Qingmo muttered to the room, waving his hands and feet, cursing as he walked back to his room. Song's father and mother saw their neurotic son, and they didn't know who had made their son unhappy again.
"Huh, it feels better," Song Qingmo moved his hands horizontally and pressed down in front of his chest, expelling the foul air.
The next day was another happy school day. Song Qingmo, with dark circles under his eyes and a look of despair, rode his bicycle happily towards the school.
Song Qingmo was already feeling quite tense, but what happened next only made him lose all hope. Wen Zhiling appeared from nowhere, just as his bike was about to hit him. Song Qingmo hurriedly turned around, but seeing that he couldn't stop, he had no choice but to abandon his beloved bike and jump off.
This section of road happened to be near the school gate, and many students noticed what had happened. Because so many students were around, Song Qingmo couldn't react. What he didn't expect was that Wen Zhiling actually used his green tea method and fell directly to the ground. His face was about to cry, as if he was frightened by Song Qingmo. His face was pale, his lips trembling, and he looked like a pitiful little white flower. This look made it seem more like Song Qingmo bullied Wen Zhiling, rather than Wen Zhiling almost causing Song Qingmo to have a car accident.
Suddenly, Wen Zhiling's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his pale face. He shouted, "Hengshi, you're here. I thought I wouldn't see you today."
Song Qingmo rolled his eyes. Listening to the footsteps of the approaching person, he didn't bother to turn around. Wasn't it just Mu Hengshi who came? He spoke as if his life was about to end. How disgusting.
He was too lazy to care about what tricks Wen Zhiling was trying to play. He just wanted to interrupt Wen Zhiling's spell and then escape from Mu Heng and the suffocating air that Wen Zhiling brought to him.
Now, Song Qingmo was terrified whenever he saw Mu Heng and Wen Zhiling. It seemed like these two were dating to sacrifice him. He only wanted to focus on the admission quota and didn't want to get caught up in their love-hate relationship. If he couldn't afford to offend them, couldn't he just avoid them? Song Qingmo immediately wanted to follow his lead.
When Mu Hengshi arrived, he saw Wen Zhiling lying on the ground. He went over with a worried look on his face, gently helped the frightened Wen Zhiling up, turned around and stared at Song Qingmo with anger on his face, "Song Qingmo, what are you doing? Did you push Xiaoling?" Yesterday, he asked Song Qingmo to apologize to Xiaoling. It would have been fine if he didn't agree, but he didn't expect that today he wanted to show off to Xiaoling. He really thought that the person he, Mu Hengshi, liked was so easy to bully.
Seeing that Song Qingmo still wanted to leave, Mu Hengshi shouted angrily, "I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"
Song Qingmo turned around and didn't want to be outdone. He looked at Mu Heng with an indifferent expression, "You haven't even figured out the situation yet, but you've already accused me of pushing him and told me to stop. It's my freedom to go wherever I want. What do you have to do with me? What right do you have to ask me to do something? Did Young Master Mu get hit in the head that day, or was he kicked by a donkey? You really don't know what you're talking about and have no sense of boundaries at all."
When Mu Hengshi heard Song Qingmo's words, his face darkened, and the anger between his eyebrows became even stronger. "Even so, we have to resolve the matter. What will it mean if you just leave?"
"I'm very busy with my studies and don't have time to accompany you. There's no point in talking too much here. If you want to restore the truth of the matter, go check the surveillance. With your ability, you should be able to find it quickly. There's no need to waste my time, right? Is this okay? Then can I leave now? See you later." Song Qingmo said the last two words almost with gritted teeth.
The classmates stared at the three of them with gossipy eyes. They recalled the past disagreements between Mu Heng and Song Qingmo. Not long ago, the atmosphere between the two of them had calmed down. Unexpectedly, they had returned to their old ways in the past few days. It was true that the rich really didn't understand the world. For example, today, these two were like they had eaten a barrel of dynamite, exploding at the slightest touch.
Song Qingmo pulled his bicycle out from the bushes in the green belt. He no longer wanted to care about his demeanor and personality, and simply carried his bicycle to the campus. As Song Qingmo left, the classmates gradually dispersed.
After most of the people left, Wen Zhiling carefully took Mu Hengshi's hand with a worried look on his face. "I'm sorry, Hengshi, I was so scared just now that I forgot to explain. I made you and classmate Song quarrel. It's all my fault. It's all my fault." Wen Zhiling was about to cry again. Mu Hengshi patted his back gently and comforted him, "It's okay. You are just yelling because Song Qingmo didn't explain it clearly to me at the beginning. It has nothing to do with you."
After hearing Mu Hengshi's words, Wen Zhiling burst into laughter. He took Mu Hengshi's hand, rubbed Mu Hengshi happily, and pulled him into the school.
The students nearby were all fed up with the sight and looked at Wen Zhiling with envy. Only those sisters who had once supported Song Qingmo and Mu Heng as a couple bit their handkerchiefs and said bitterly, "Our couple is not living up to expectations. What's the matter? They really changed the cast? Wuuwuwu..."
In the classroom, the homeroom teacher walked in with a document in hand. He tapped the desks with a chalk eraser a few times, signaling the students to be quiet. He had something to announce. "Classmates, be quiet. I'm going to reveal to you now about the number of recommended admissions you're most concerned about. Because our class is an honors class, we have three more places than the other classes, for a total of six. However, since many students in our class have applied, after a comprehensive evaluation of the monthly exams and past grades, we've identified seven candidates. There's a Mathematical Olympiad in the city next week, and I'll have you participate. The sixth-placed candidate based on their ability will be selected as a recommended admission."
The homeroom teacher read out a few more names, including Song Qingmo, Wen Zhiling, and Mu Hengshi. However, Wen Zhiling's right hand could no longer write, and he could barely write with his left hand these days, but very slowly. At this rate, the admission quota might be lost, and one of them would have to give up.
Wen Zhiling knew that this position was hard-earned, and no fool would give up and ruin his own future.
It would be better to take this opportunity to attack Song Qingmo. After all, all this is related to Song Qingmo. Otherwise, his hand would not be crippled, and he would not be forced to this point today.
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