Desk mate, your persona has crumbled.

Feeling guilty, Old Tang coughed and finally remembered who the guy in front of him was.

"Xu Mo, yes, uh..."

"Well, you haven't been here for a week, so the seating arrangement in the class has been rearranged."

Xu Mo looked at Old Tang, waiting for him to continue.

"You are now sitting next to Song Shuyan."

"what?"

Old Tang looked at Xu Mo's bewildered expression and suddenly realized what was going on.

"By the way, you might not know Song Shuyan. I'll take you there."

Just as Lao Tang was about to get up, Xu Mo raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Teacher, no need. I remember her."

Zhong Deng paused midway through his ascent, looking at Xu Mo with surprise.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "I'll remember you even if you don't come for a week."

But on second thought, Song Shuyan's recognizability is indeed a bit too high.

It's hard not to remember.

"Okay, then I won't take you there. You go to the classroom."

Xu Mo nodded and turned to go back to the classroom.

The moment he turned around, Old Tang's emotions changed again.

(Relax.)

Xu Mo turned his head sharply and met Lao Tang's gaze again.

Seeing the boy's serious expression, Old Tang immediately became anxious.

(alert.)

Xu Mo simply raised his hand and waved it.

"See you later, teacher!"

Old Tang's lips twitched.

See you later.

Having received a reply, Xu Mo slipped out of the office, satisfied, leaving Old Tang standing behind him, bewildered.

Actually, Lao Tang remembers Xu Mo.

He was, of course, aware of the students who hadn't been to class for a week.

He only remembered Xu Mo's name, and Xu Mo beat him to a punch first.

He couldn't very well tell Xu Mo that he had forgotten!

That's so unprofessional!

The boy hummed a cheerful tune as he walked into Class 17's classroom.

The once noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

(Confuse.)

A wave of doubt.

The next second, a boy stood up abruptly.

"Old Mo! You're back?!"

Cheng Yuanhao, Xu Mo's former deskmate.

Upon hearing that it was a classmate from his own class, his initial doubts instantly turned into a sudden realization.

Many people remembered Xu Mo, the classmate who took a week of sick leave.

Cheng Yuanhao strolled up to Xu Mo.

Perhaps because studying doesn't put too much pressure on some people in the top classes, the boys tend to channel their energy elsewhere.

Cheng Yuanhao looked at Xu Mo with a accusing expression.

"You finally decided to come back! Do you even know that...?"

Xu Mo raised his hand to interrupt Cheng Yuanhao: "I know, I know everything, Lao Tang told me everything. You've got me all cocky, you have a new love now."

"You knew all along?"

Cheng Yuanhao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I had no choice. It's all Old Tang's fault. You know I can't fight back."

(Pleasant.)

You're really happy, kid!

Xu Mo rolled his eyes at Cheng Yuanhao: "Get lost! Don't block my way, I'm so tired carrying this backpack!"

"You haven't been to class for a week, and there's nothing in your backpack! I even had to push your desk over there for you!"

Cheng Yuanhao slapped himself forward and moved closer to Xu Mo.

"You're sitting with Song Shuyan now. Good luck!"

After saying that, Cheng Yuanhao patted Xu Mo on the shoulder and ran off in a flash.

Xu Mo's lips twitched.

Is sitting next to Song Shuyan something to be incredibly stressful about?

Xu Mo's gaze couldn't help but fall on the girl in the back row.

She was so easy to find.

If you're 1.7 meters tall, just head to the very back.

A gust of wind swept through the classroom, and the gauze curtains by the window suddenly billowed up.

A few stray hairs curled up at the girl's temples, brushing against her fair neck.

Song Shuyan subconsciously raised her hand and brushed her long hair aside.

Just then, the girl's gaze fell on Xu Mo standing at the door.

The moment their eyes met, a familiar emotion surged into Xu Mo's mind.

(Super nervous!)

This feeling is exactly the same as it was under the streetlights in the neighborhood last night.

But the girl's face remained completely expressionless.

Song Shuyan glanced at Xu Mo once, then lowered her head again, as if the eye contact had never happened.

no……

Xu Fugui isn't here, why are you so nervous?

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Xu Mo walked straight to the last row.

Seeing the girl's upright posture, Xu Mo plopped down next to Song Shuyan.

"Hello, new deskmate. We met yesterday, I don't know if you remember me, my name is Xu Mo."

(I'm terrified!)

Song Shuyan sat upright in his seat, ignoring Xu Mo's words.

"Holy crap, is the Mexican guy that good? He already got to the top?"

Cheng Yuanhao stared at Xu Mo in shock.

However, what happened next shocked him even more.

Xu Mo leaned down slightly, almost lying on the table, and moved a little closer to Song Shuyan.

The girl's face remained unchanged, still bearing that aloof expression.

(I'm terrified!)

What do you mean? Are you afraid of me?

Xu Mo looked into Song Shuyan's eyes.

There really hasn't changed at all!

How did she manage to do that?

The girl's gaze lingered on her textbook, her face calm, but she was actually terrified inside.

At this moment, Song Shuyan's attention was entirely focused on Yu Guangzhong.

Xu Mo stared intently at him like a husky, not saying a word, and it was unclear what he was up to.

Under Song Shuyan's furtive glance, Xu Mo suddenly lowered his head and began to rummage through his schoolbag.

Xu Mo rummaged in his bag for a moment and pulled out a pale yellow sticky note and a ballpoint pen.

The boy quickly tore off a piece of paper and began writing furiously with his head down.

Just then, Song Shuyan's emotions suddenly changed.

(Confuse.)

Xu Mo raised an eyebrow, but his hands continued moving.

After quickly writing three lines, the boy gently pushed the sticky note to the center of his desk with his fingertips.

"Holy crap?!"

Cheng Yuanhao was shocked when he saw Xu Mo's actions.

"Writing a love letter right off the bat? Are Mexicans really that aggressive?"

"Is it possible that he had a fever for a week and damaged his brain?"

"hiss……"

Cheng Yuanhao listened to his deskmate's words and wholeheartedly agreed.

"Here, this is for you."

As soon as Xu Mo finished speaking, he saw Song Shuyan make a move.

Song Shuyan turned her head and looked at Xu Mo with a cold gaze.

The girl's profile was taut in the morning light, her face still bearing that aloof demeanor.

Song Shuyan's gaze slowly moved down to the pale yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

I'm sorry I scared you yesterday.

If you don't like talking, we can use sticky notes.

My name is Xu Mo.

Cheng Yuanhao gasped when he saw Song Shuyan's actions.

"It's over, it's over, Lao Mo is doomed. He's going to be rejected by Song Shuyan!"

"Poor old Mexican, his high school life is about to end before it even began."

(gloat.)

But the next moment, Cheng Yuanhao's pupils suddenly dilated.

In his sight, Song Shuyan, who remained as cold as ice, gently pinched the sticky note.

Immediately afterwards, the girl lowered her eyes to avoid Xu Mo's gaze, and slowly picked up the ballpoint pen on the table with her other hand.

With a light touch of his pen on the paper, Song Shuyan hesitated slightly, as if considering what to write.

However, judging from the emotions Xu Mo sensed, she didn't seem nervous anymore.

The girl quickly wrote a few words and then gently pushed the sticky note to the middle of the table.

Just like Xu Mo did before.

【Um. 】

【Hello. 】

My name is Song Shuyan.

(Extremely nervous.)