Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Mo Ye listened to this incoherent accusation, filled with jealousy and resentment, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

His face darkened visibly, eventually becoming as black as the bottom of a pot.

He coldly shook off Shen Qing's hand, squeezing out through gritted teeth, "If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll grab my chopsticks..."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Shen Qing was not afraid at all. Instead, her eyes lit up, and her face instantly switched to a affected excitement. She pinched her throat and twisted her body:

"Ah~ Are you going to lay a hand on them?"

Come on~ Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower~

"Be gentle, baby~" she said, deliberately sticking her butt out.

Wang Jie, standing beside him, seemed to be affected by the eerie atmosphere as well. He raised his hand to cover half of his face and replied in a deliberately affected, trembling tone:

"This is truly... a 99% rare item... Kimoji..."

Mo Ye: "…………"

Looking at his two roommates who had suddenly become "drama queens" and exuded a strange and perverted aura, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He instinctively took a half step back, the disdain and wariness in his eyes almost tangible—

He began to seriously doubt his personal safety, as well as the mental state of the two men.

Shen Qing caught the undisguised look of disgust in Mo Ye's eyes, exaggeratedly clutched her chest, took a step back, shook her head, and spoke in a mournful tone:

"Sigh... Indeed, prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain... No matter how hard you try, you can't move it..."

Wang Jie nodded deeply and added, "Indeed, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain... It's quite good."

Mo Ye felt a throbbing pain in his temples, completely unable to communicate with these two oddballs.

Too lazy to waste any more words, he grabbed his schoolbag and turned to leave this place of trouble.

"Hey! Don't go, Mo'er~!"

"The traitor stays!"

Shen Qing and Wang Jie instantly dropped their playful expressions and moved with the speed of cheetahs, pinning him to the spot once again from the left and right.

The two men plastered their faces with extremely obsequious smiles, their expressions changing so quickly it was astonishing.

Shen Qing rubbed his hands together, stealthily approached, lowered his voice, and adopted the tone of a eunuch reporting in an ancient costume drama:

"Um... Mo'er~, when is a convenient time..."

"You brought my 'imperial granddaughter' to pay homage, hoping to share in the good fortune?"

He emphasized the word "imperial granddaughter" with a look of longing in his eyes.

Mo Ye rolled his eyes in annoyance, too lazy to pay attention to this clumsy drama.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jie immediately adopted a serious and earnest expression, and pushed up his glasses:

"Mo Ye, be serious."

As roommates and brothers, we have a responsibility and an obligation to help you assess how cute the newest member of the family is.

This is a major issue concerning the future harmonious atmosphere of the dormitory.

Seeing the two of them adopting a "don't act until you see the rabbit" attitude, Mo Ye knew that without giving them a definite answer, he wouldn't be able to get away today.

He rubbed his temples and said helplessly:

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about it another time. Tongtong is still young and shy..."

"Don't be afraid!" Shen Qing immediately patted his chest to assure him.

"We're so popular with kids! We promise we won't scare the little princess!"

"Yes, yes, we can bring gifts! Buy candy! Buy toys!" Wang Jie quickly chimed in.

Seeing their overly enthusiastic manner, Mo Ye suddenly smiled faintly, a hint of "nuclear kindness" in his eyes, and slowly began to speak:

"Going on... I saw that the data processing part of your group project for the final exam seems quite complicated?"

I was thinking that if someone asked me for help, I might be able to lend a hand...

Before the words were even finished, Shen Qing and Wang Jie's expressions changed drastically.

"Godfather! Show mercy!"

Shen Qing slid to her knees and hugged Mo Ye's leg, her expression one of misery:

"I was being reckless! I know I was wrong! The project can't do without you!"

Wang Jie also immediately straightened his posture, put his hands together, and his expression was solemn with a hint of pleading:

"Father, you are wise!"

Your son has absolutely no intention of coercing you!

The matter of receiving an audience with the emperor is entirely up to the emperor's sagacious will!

This project...this project really needs your strategic planning!"

The expressions of the two were exactly the real-life version of the meme circulating online of "clasping their fists and crying, calling out to their godfather," a comical yet genuine expression of "from the heart."

Seeing their comical behavior of being arrogant at first and then obsequious, Mo Ye finally couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and the coldness he had deliberately put on his face disappeared.

"Alright, stop acting."

Class is about to begin.

He shook off Shen Qingxu's arms, his tone softening:

"Let's wait until Tongtong has settled in, then find a weekend to have a meal together."

"Really?! Long live Godfather!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Shen Qing and Wang Jie immediately beamed with joy, as if they had won the lottery.

Although the path to an audience is still pending, a clear promise has finally been made.

The two of them, completely satisfied, surrounded Mo Ye as they walked toward the classroom, whispering amongst themselves about what kind of gift they should prepare for their "granddaughter."

The "perverted" and "drama queen" demeanor from before had long been forgotten, leaving only pure joy for his brother.

In stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere among Mo Ye and his two companions, a tense atmosphere pervaded the other corner of the classroom.

Li Chuxue sat by the window, her fingertips unconsciously pinching the inside of her milk tea cup, the plastic making a soft "click" sound.

Her usually aloof and proud face was now shrouded in an inescapable shadow.

Sitting opposite her, Wu Bing lowered her voice, her tone filled with disbelief:

"Xiaoxue, those posts on the forum... could they be true?"

Mo Ye... he really has a daughter?

How is that possible?

There wasn't a single word about it beforehand!

Li Chuxue did not answer immediately.

Her gaze cut through the noisy crowd in the classroom and landed precisely on Mo Ye—

He was surrounded by Shen Qing and Wang Jie, and the three of them were talking about something.

Mo Ye's usually expressionless face surprisingly showed a hint of helplessness and warmth in his smile.

That smile stung her eyes.

She pursued Mo Ye for two whole years—starting from the first time she saw him easily solve a difficult problem set by the professor during a technology demonstration at the freshman orientation meeting in his sophomore year.

She remembers that the entire lecture hall was completely silent that day.

Professor Chen—the Turing Award nominee and a recognized industry leader—adjusted his glasses, his voice tinged with rare excitement:

"Mo Ye, where did you learn the algorithm optimization approach you just used?"

At that time, Mo Ye stood on the stage, his posture upright and his eyes clear:

"It was my own idea, Professor."

"I just felt the original path was too redundant."

"My own idea..." Professor Chen repeated, then suddenly laughed.

"Interesting. Would you be interested in visiting my lab?"

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