"An evil spirit? I didn't see that coming from you."
In Qin Beiming's view, even if Ling Mo was a ghost, she should be a peerless beauty like Nie Xiaoqian from A Chinese Ghost Story.
Furthermore, he did not think Ling Mo's actions were particularly vicious.
He had heard Gu Tingbai recount most of what had happened at No. 1 Middle School recently.
Just from the fact that Ling Mo gave up the invitation from the Intercontinental University and the invitation from other class teachers to stay in Class F for the sake of her classmates, it can be seen that she is a passionate and righteous person.
She was a kind and lovely child.
It's just that he's gone through a lot of hardships, and in order to better protect himself, he seems cold and inhumane.
To give her a sense of security, after much deliberation, Qin Beiming finally chose to speak to her with the utmost sincerity, revealing the words he had kept hidden deep in his heart:
“Miss Ling, you can try to trust me. I’m not a gossip, and I will never tell a third person what happened today. Besides, you’ve seen me at my most disheveled, and we can be considered friends who have been through thick and thin together. Therefore, I don’t want you to feel alienated from me because of these trivial matters.”
"Just call me Ling Mo."
Hearing Qin Beiming's heartfelt words, Ling Mo's opinion of him did change.
These days, there are very few people who can truly confide in her.
Qin Beiming is so sincere, she should treat him with courtesy.
Normally, she was too lazy to socialize or maintain any boring circle of friends, but strangely enough, she was still willing to befriend Qin Beiming subconsciously.
Despite his many quirks that puzzled her, and how he could bite her like a mad dog when he was in a fit of rage, she wasn't petty. She could simply ignore these trivial matters.
"good."
Qin Beiming immediately agreed.
To be honest, calling someone by their full name feels a bit distant. But then again, it's warmer than just "Miss Ling," and at least it doesn't sound overly formal.
“Ling…”
Qin Beiming wanted to try this name, which he had called out many times in his heart, but for some reason, the word "Mo" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.
Seeing that Qin Beiming stammered and couldn't continue, Ling Mo patiently added, "Ling Mo, the 'Mo' in 'Mo Ran Jiang Shan' (墨染江山, meaning 'ink stains the rivers and mountains').
"Um."
Qin Beiming pursed his lips, pondering the four characters "Ink-dyed Landscape" carefully. For a moment, he felt that only these characters could match Ling Mo's extraordinary talent.
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