☆, Chapter 100
Xiu Yangui just walked out of the bathroom, his face no longer having the relaxed smile he usually had. He sat down next to Xi Mo, looking straight ahead, his eyes like a calm lake.
Xi Mo touched the kitten and looked at him again, but Xiu Yangui did not turn around to look at her. He looked intently ahead, as if he was in another world.
After a long while, he suddenly said, "Do you think I'm being pretentious?"
Although I don't understand why he started late-night emo, I respect him and say, "No."
"Really."
"real."
Xiu Yangui looked unconvinced, and Xi Mo added, "I like your acting."
Originally, the topic should have ended there, but Xiu Yan came back excited and said, "You like me acting because you like me now, but what if you don't like me anymore in the future?"
"I will always like you."
"Now that you say that, what will you do if you kick me later?"
It seems that Xiu Yangui has not forgotten what Xia Ruixue said. Xi Mo once again promised him: "I will not kick you out. I will always be with you."
But Xiu Yangui is not destined to be a princess. She has princess syndrome, is extremely hypocritical, and is also like a nitpicker. "Promises only count when there is love, and only those who listen will remember them."
Only Xi Mo, with her good temper, could tolerate Xiu Yangui's unreasonable behavior. However, this problem was easy to solve. Xi Mo had evolved a long time ago and knew how to deal with it. She asked him, "What if you kicked me?"
Xiu Yangui responded very quickly and also made a promise: "I'll chop off my head for you."
He didn't look like he was joking, and Xi Mo didn't know how to respond, so she could only stare at him.
After a long pause, he replied, "...Okay."
After a few exchanges, Xiu Yangui stopped talking and dissipated his previous "aggressiveness". He threw the troublesome kitten aside and huddled his shoulders in Xi Mo's arms. However, the kitten was too big, so Xi Mo could only fall onto the sofa and hug him while leaning back.
This was Xiu Yangui's unique way of acting coquettishly. Xi Mo patted him gently, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart that his mood had not improved because of the little fragment just now.
This was a very wonderful thing. It seemed as if her soul and his were slowly blending, their spirits intertwined, and she could sense his state and understand what he was thinking.
It was a little confusing, but Xi Mo liked it and continued to wait quietly, waiting to confirm whether things were as she thought.
Neither of them spoke. The only sound around them was the kitten's snoring. Xiu Yangui, who was lying on Xi Mo, was as quiet as if he had fallen asleep. But he was not asleep. His unhurried tone echoed in the quiet living room, and his plain words hid a restless heart.
"Do you like me, or the one who saved you... Xiu Yangui?"
He didn't know how to address the sinister and cruel self in his previous life who was also in love with Xi Mo. He didn't want to use "I" and chose to use her name instead.
"You are one person."
Xiu Yangui, who had been calm at first, suddenly lost his temper and raised his voice in denial, "No!"
"I am me, he is him. I didn't save you, he was the one who saved you."
He didn't deny or dislike that self. On the contrary, he admired the Xiu Yangui in his dream very much. His tough and cold methods, his secretive and sincere feelings, that was a true man of iron and blood!
Powerful and mysterious villain-like characters are always very attractive.
Because of this, he felt that he was too useless now and was just a student. In addition, after knowing that Xi Mo had come back from the previous life, he was worried that Xi Mo would think he was childish and would like the adult-looking Xiu Yangui more.
He looked at himself from the perspective of an outsider, forgetting that he was the person in the scene.
Only then did Xi Mo realize that this was the problem. Xiu Yangui had been unhappy these days because of this incident. He had separated his present self from the Xiu Yangui in his dreams, and they had become two completely different people.
But this is not surprising. He is just a teenager and always has dreams that seem real or fake. He is under great academic pressure and is a left-behind child living alone.
It is said that adolescent children are sensitive and anxious. There are always some psychological twists and turns that they cannot get over, and they like to have wild thoughts. If this potential is used in learning, it will be like having divine help.
As I figured it out, I also felt heartbroken. If I could have been reborn a few years earlier, appeared earlier, and been with him, wouldn't he have wasted himself and been so obsessed with it?
She stroked his back soothingly, her soft voice falling like raindrops, soaking the barren, cold, hard soil. "Brother, you are him, and he is you, just different in age and experience."
"I have always liked you, no matter you are now or you were then."
Xiu Yangui muttered softly, "What's so good about liking him like that?"
It seems that Xiao Xiu is somewhat dissatisfied with Da Xiu. Xi Mo raised the corner of her mouth slightly and taught him softly, "Don't say that about yourself."
Although Xiu Yangui in his previous life did not have the radiance of the sun, he was like a shadow; when he appeared, light appeared.
"That…"
Xiu Yangui opened his mouth to say something, but Xi Mo was one step ahead of him.
"Brother, you asked me before if I was doing this to repay a favor, and I denied it, right?"
"You have to believe in me and believe in yourself. You are good, and I like you."
"oh…"
Xi Mo frowned silently. Children's imagination was indeed rich and colorful. The reason why Xiu Yangui had been frowning for so many days was so novel that it opened her eyes as someone who had lived two lives.
It almost turned from childhood sweethearts and mutual affection into youth pain literature.\/
Xiu Yangui didn't intend to look up, and buried his head in Xi Mo, "Do you think I'm childish? After all, I'm just a high school student..."
"Won't."
"So are we considered a sister-brother relationship?"
You see, the thinking is quite clear.
Xi Mo gave a compromise answer: "In the eyes of others, it doesn't count; in our eyes... it does."
Xiu Yangui liked her saying "we", and then asked a few irrelevant questions. Xi Mo thought hard before answering, and did not give him perfunctory answers because of the strangeness of the questions. After answering all the questions, she just asked him "Are you sleepy?", hoping to end the topic.
Xiu Yangui liked the fact that Xi Mo responded to him on everything and that every word she said was well-reasoned, but he also liked asking questions even though he knew the answer, which was a bit pretentious. "Do you think I'm being pretentious?"
Xi Mo endured the burden for a long time and had to follow his lead, "I don't think so."
"I'm like this, don't you think I'm being pretentious?"
Asking "Are you being pretentious?" certainly has more than just a superficial meaning, there is also a deeper level, such as "Do you like me?"
Even though Xi Mo always told him that she liked her, he just couldn't get enough of it. He liked to hear it, loved to hear it, and wanted to hear it more.
Xi Mo seemed to understand, with a faint smile on her quiet and graceful face. She scratched his cheek with her fingertips, "No matter how many times you ask me, I don't think you're being pretentious. I just like it."
Xiu Yangui finally stopped his "sweet torture" of Xi Mo. The tips of his ears had turned red without him noticing. He grabbed the little hand that was making trouble on his face, but still did not get up. However, he raised his head, and his watery eyes sparkled with tiny rays of light, with only Xi Mo in his eyes.
"Kiss."
But in the next second he suddenly remembered that he was still sick, and immediately stood up, lowered his body backwards, and knelt on one knee at Xi Mo's feet, "No!"
Then he lay down again, with his face pressed against Xi Mo's belly, "No more kissing, I'm not well yet."
Although he really wanted to kiss her, the risk was too great. Xi Mo couldn't get sick, and he had just talked to Ruan Wenwen on the phone. Even Xi Yicheng had expressed his concern for him. He couldn't repay kindness with enmity.
The postures of the two were really awkward, one lying down and the other kneeling. Xi Mo pulled him up and sat back on the sofa, then sat sideways on his legs.
"No kiss?"
Xi Mo looked at him with a deadly hook in her eyes, and her pretty eyes rippled, like a warm invitation. Xiu Yangui struggled for a moment, then decided to be his own master, not driven by desire, and said firmly: "No."
After saying this, Xiu Yangui regretted it, but as a man, one should do what he says, and once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back.
After regretting for a while, he stood on the balcony and drank a cup of "82" medicine deeply, then turned and left, leaving a lonely back to the outside world.
When she returned to the room, she found the quilt bulged out and a little person curled up on the bed. It was Xi Mo, who had fallen asleep. Her porcelain-white skin was made to look even colder by the dazzling black quilt cover. Although she could now deal with the difficult Xiu Yangui perfectly, she was still mentally exhausted, more tired than doing three sets of test papers in a row.
I hadn't even looked at her for a moment when she fell asleep. Her trust in everything around her made a smile quietly creep up her brows. He had just been kneeling in the living room and was now kneeling in the bedroom. He had been kneeling on the carpet before, but now he was kneeling on the floor. Although they couldn't sleep together tonight, just looking at that peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, the sunshine and flowers would embellish his dreams tonight.
Anyway, there is a long way to go. Even if he didn't kiss her just now, Xiu Yangui would not be depressed about it anymore. He already has what he has always longed for.
"Good night, Xi Momo."
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Although the handsome school doctor couldn't cure Xiu Yangui, he was able to cure other students. The flu virus only ran rampant for more than a week before it fled in disarray.
In November, when the weather was clear and red maple leaves were falling, the annual "Late Autumn" Art Festival of Moral Education High School arrived as scheduled. The main content of the event was an exhibition of various student works and a friendly basketball match.
Painting, calligraphy, writing, sculpture, and even songs written by students themselves, all kinds of art works compete with each other in splendor and are carefully placed on the display racks, stretching from the Student Affairs Center to the lobby of the administrative building. It is full and spectacular. It can only be said that the students of Moral Education High School are all extremely talented and brilliant.
Xiu Yanguizheng and his group of friends walked around and looked around. It must be said that Deyu High School is still a place with hidden talents. Although they could not understand these works of art, the rich connotations were still obvious.
Chen Nianyu praised: "That's amazing! How come all the freshmen in this class are so talented? This whole series of works are all theirs. Is this the new generation?"
Compared with the hundreds of schools of thought among the first-year high school students, the works of the second and third-year students are few and far between, with only one or two interspersed among a series of first-year high school works.
In fact, there are also excellent works in the senior year that can be put together into a series, but they will definitely not pass the school's review, because they are the painstaking efforts of the flat-headed teacher Qin Rui, and the black words become more and more yellow the more you look at them.
Xiu Yangui stood aside, lost in thought. These works were indeed beautiful, and there were many of them, making them extremely attractive. However, he lacked patience. When he was here, his soul had already drifted away.
The attention of his companions was all focused on the works, and he was also happy to be idle, looking around idly. In the middle of the road connecting the Student Affairs Center and the Administrative Building, there was an area which was the school's honor wall. This was also the little trick of Moral Education High School. Since it was an art festival, there were various art works, so of course the excellent results were also included in the outstanding art works.
So, Xiu Yangui walked to the wall of honor with firm and casual steps, and naturally cast his eyes to the far left of the wall, where was a photo of Xi Mo, and he also had this photo.
After so long, only the position on the far left has remained unchanged, and the photos other than this one will be replaced with a new one and a new person every semester.
The one who always dominates the list is his girlfriend.
Xiu Yangui just thought about this and felt happy. He restrained himself and let out a muffled laugh. Then he frowned and glanced around, not wanting others to see his silly look.
He caught a glimpse of someone coming over, so he walked to the other side at a leisurely and happy pace. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard the conversation of two girls coming from behind.
"Come and see, this is the first place."
"Wow, the first-place senior is so beautiful."
"Yeah, the name sounds nice too."
As Xiu Yangui walked, he couldn't help but hold his head high and chest puffed out, for no other reason than that he was proud of Xi Mo.
"But why does her photo look older than others?"
As soon as the two girls heard this, they knew that they were students who were oblivious to what was happening outside and didn't pay much attention to what was happening in school. Xiu Yangui, acting like a kind and enthusiastic senior, turned around and went back to answer their questions.
"Because Xi Mo has always been number one, no one can surpass her, so she doesn't need to change."
The two little girls were startled by the sudden approach of Senior Gao, who was cast a dark shadow over them. Although he was wearing a hat and a mask, he was still in the uniform of Moral Education High School, so they were relieved the next second.
"Oh! So that's how it is. That's amazing."
"Yeah, that's amazing, always number one."
After hearing the reactions from his schoolmates, Xiu Yangui nodded calmly and left contentedly.
The two younger schoolmates looked up at the photo of the first-place senior again, and then simultaneously turned their gaze to the senior. They remembered how he had just smiled and looked at the photo, his eyes full of tenderness, and his words were filled with emotion. But now, with his hands in his pockets and his back straight, he looked like someone who didn't want to be approached by strangers. The contrast was too great, and they were confused and could only look at each other.
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