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"Happy New Year!" Zhou Xiuqin and Mo Chenfeng greeted them with smiles.

"Happy New Year, Uncle and Aunt!" Bai Shishi shouted back, still waving her sparkler.

"Happy New Year," Yan Nuoya said softly, glancing at the two elders before quickly glancing at Mo Xiangwen.

"Happy New Year, Dad and Mom," Mo Xiangwen replied with a smile.

Zhou Xiuqin took out three red envelopes from her pocket and gave one to Mo Xiangwen first: "You've grown another year older."

Then, she walked up to Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi and, without saying a word, stuffed red envelopes into their hands: "Here, Nuoya, Shishi, take these. It's a little something from Auntie, just for good luck, wishing you a peaceful and smooth new year!"

Both girls were stunned, clearly not expecting to be included. Yan Nuoya instinctively tried to decline, saying, "Auntie, this..."

“Take it, take it!” Zhou Xiuqin said with a light laugh, her attitude firm: “Studying and working away from home is not easy, you have to take good care of yourself.”

Bai Shishi held the red envelope and whispered, "Thank you, Auntie."

Yan Nuoya looked at the red envelope, then at Zhou Xiuqin's smile, and finally didn't refuse anymore. She gently squeezed the red envelope and whispered, "Thank you, Auntie."

After the fireworks ended and they returned to their room on the second floor, Bai Shishi was still immersed in excitement, her cheeks flushed: "Auntie and Uncle are so kind..."

Yan Nuoya gently touched the red envelope and nodded.

Mo Xiangwen looked at them, hesitated for a moment, and then took out two red envelopes that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

"These are New Year's red envelopes for the studio members." He smiled a little embarrassedly, "Mengli and Mengyao aren't here, so I'll give them to you first. I'll give them theirs when they go back to school. I wish everyone a successful new year at work."

Bai Shishi's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at the red envelope, then at him, and happily accepted it. She then rushed forward and hugged him, rubbing against his chest several times: "Thank you, Xiao Yi!"

Yan Nuoya was also slightly taken aback. Seeing his somewhat embarrassed expression, she remained silent for a while before reaching out to take the red envelope.

She looked up, her purple eyes clear and captivating under the light, and said softly, "Thank you. Happy New Year, Xiang Wen."

Mo Xiangwen looked at her, then at Bai Shishi who was still in his arms, and smiled.

The last bit of embarrassment I felt had dissipated considerably.

"Of course, one thing at a time," Mo Xiangwen said with a smile. "We'll still send out red envelopes in the group chat, so get ready to grab them."

"Yay, let's grab red envelopes!" Bai Shishi stepped out of his arms, took out her phone, and looked ready for battle.

Yan Nuoya didn't really care about that, but since it was New Year's, she didn't want to spoil the fun for others, so she smiled and nodded, and took out her phone to prepare.

Mo Xiangwen took out his phone, put a few hundred yuan into the red envelope, and sent it.

Having been warned early on, the two took the red envelopes immediately, but the amount was not large.

On the contrary, Su Mengyao and Su Mengli, who were a step behind, received larger red envelopes, with Su Mengli being the luckiest one.

Use a seductive approach: "Sis, it's your turn."

A seductive approach: You're the luckiest person, hurry up and continue the red envelope relay.

You're not allowed to play the "Supreme Slash" game: then this chain of sending red envelopes will never end.

Despite saying that, Su Mengli still sent out a red envelope.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: I've prepared a surprise for you when we get back to school.

With a seductive gesture: Huh? Is this for me and my sister?

Human and dragon in harmony: Yes.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Well, we've prepared a surprise for you too.

Use a seductive approach: "Oh, sister, I can't say that yet."

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Don't worry, I know.

Chapter 199 Public Execution (4K Combination)

Most of the winter vacation passed quietly in the tranquility of the countryside.

During this period, Mo Xiangwen spent almost all his time in his hometown with Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi.

The air in the countryside is fresh, and the pace of life is slow, making it truly relaxing.

But after staying there for a while, they inevitably got a little bored, so they decided to return to H City in the next few days.

Of course, there is another reason...

He'd been keeping Bai Shishi abducted for so long, and her counselor, Fu Qianping (who is also Shishi's mother), had long missed and worried about her.

After each call with Bai Shishi, she would secretly call Mo Xiangwen again, her tone full of concern and a hint of barely perceptible worry: "Xiangwen, is Shishi doing alright over there? Has she caused you any trouble? Is she able to adapt to the conditions in the countryside?"

Mo Xiangwen patiently answered her questions each time, assuring her that he would take good care of Shishi, but he could also understand a mother's concern for her daughter.

So, early that morning, they returned to the city from their hometown, planning to set off for H City early the next morning.

But before that, Mo Xiangwen wanted to do one more thing.

That is to go back to my high school for a visit.

There wasn't any particularly profound reason; it was just that, based on the estimated time, the senior high school students should have already started school.

As a senior who had graduated only six months prior, he suddenly felt a strong urge to visit his juniors... and, more importantly, to see the teachers who had taught him.

Hearing that his son was going back to school to visit his teachers, Mo Chenfeng was very supportive and quickly prepared several boxes of fruit and New Year's gifts to put in the car.

“Xiang Wen,” Mo Chenfeng patted his son’s shoulder and said earnestly, “It is only right for you to go back and visit your teachers. You were able to get into H University thanks to the teachers’ careful guidance back then.”

That's absolutely true.

Although Su Mengli's notes and Yan Nuoya's tailor-made study plan were the most important factors at the beginning, his path to success would not have been so smooth without the tireless answers to his questions from his teachers in his senior year of high school and the constant encouragement and supervision from his homeroom teacher.

Even the homeroom teacher who originally taught the regular class, who used to leave right after evening self-study, stayed a little longer to teach him problem-solving strategies.

As for the overload mode MP, there's really no need to say more.

"I know, Dad. But, if you ask me who was the biggest contributor to my getting into university..." Mo Xiangwen was about to leave her in suspense when she glanced at Yan Nuoya beside her, and her waist was immediately pinched hard.

He gasped in pain, meeting Yan Nuoya's slightly warning gaze.

Since the person involved clearly stated that they refused to take credit, Mo Xiangwen had no choice but to swallow the rest of his words and said sullenly, "Anyway... I will thank the teacher properly."

"Then I'll go back to the school, deliver the things, and come back," Mo Xiangwen said, opening the car door and getting into the driver's seat.

He had just fastened his seatbelt when he noticed that the passenger side and rear doors were also open. Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi got in quite naturally.

"Why did you follow us here?" Mo Xiangwen asked, somewhat surprised.

Yan Nuoya fastened her seatbelt, looked straight ahead, and said in a calm tone, "I want to see your learning environment in your senior year of high school and conduct an on-site inspection to see how you implemented the study plan I set for you back then."

“We strictly followed the instructions, and even went beyond them,” Mo Xiangwen said half-jokingly. “Back then, how could I dare to cut corners?”

Bai Shishi leaned out from the back seat and said with a grin, "I don't know, I just want to go with Xiao Yi. Anyway, there's nothing to do when we get back."

Mo Xiangwen smiled helplessly: "Okay."

He took a slightly longer route, stopped at a convenience store, went inside to buy some things, and then drove the two of them to their alma mater.

The car was parked at the familiar school gate.

The school he attended was a boarding school with a closed management system. It was afternoon, and there weren't many people coming and going at the school gate.

As soon as the three of them approached the gate, they were stopped by the gatekeeper.

"Wait, are you students? Do you have student IDs or leave slips..." The gatekeeper's words trailed off as his gaze fell on Mo Xiangwen's face. He paused for a moment, then gave a knowing smile. "Oh! It's you, kid! You still remember to come back after graduation? Not bad, not bad. Just register and go in."

Mo Xiangwen also remembered the gatekeeper.

During his senior year of high school, he frequently visited this uncle with leave slips in hand.

To his surprise, the security guard who saw so many students every day still remembered him.

While he was filling out the registration form, the security guard chatted with him cheerfully: "How's university life going? And who are these two...?" His gaze swept curiously over Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi.

"He's my friend. He wants to come in and have a look around," Mo Xiangwen explained with a smile. "Don't worry, he's just going in to see the teacher. He won't cause any trouble."

"Hey, you're quite the celebrity at our school now, how could I not believe you?" The gatekeeper waved his hand. "Are you back to visit your teacher today?"

"Yes, yes, I came back to visit the teachers." Mo Xiangwen filled out the registration form. "I'm done. Could you please take a look?"

"No need to look anymore, go in." The gatekeeper readily let us through.

"Okay, thank you, uncle!"

The winter break was not completely over yet, and the campus was somewhat empty and quiet at the moment, with only the faint sound of lectures coming from the senior high school building.

This familiar atmosphere, tinged with a sense of oppression yet brimming with fighting spirit, made Mo Xiangwen feel momentarily dazed and nostalgic.

Of course, I just miss it, and I have absolutely no desire for "another bottle".

What a load of rubbish about senior year of high school; it can only exist in memories.

As you enter the gate, the information boards lining both sides of the tree-lined path come into view.

It displays the school's history, development process, introductions of outstanding alumni, and so on.

As Mo Xiangwen walked, he casually introduced the two of them.

Suddenly, Yan Nuoya let out a soft "Eh" and turned to the bulletin board on the side.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen asked.

"I think I saw your picture." Yan Nuoya said, but she had already walked over.

"Where? Where?" Bai Shishi asked curiously as she leaned closer.

"This way, come here." Yan Nuoya pointed to one of the display boards.

Mo Xiangwen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly remembered what it was.

The display board showed messages and photos of outstanding graduates from previous years, intended to inspire current students.

The year he graduated, he was interviewed by the school leaders because of his significant improvement in grades, and I guess he was accompanied by a silly headshot.

If the two of them saw this, wouldn't it be equivalent to a public execution?

He immediately stepped forward, trying to grab their wrists: "Stop looking, stop looking! There's nothing to see, just a bunch of meaningless nonsense, all just to fool people. Let's go, let's hurry up and finish delivering the stuff so we can go back and play games!"

Bai Shishi's face fell, seemingly disappointed, and she dejectedly moved back to his side.

But Yan Nuoya ignored him completely and began to carefully search the display board on her own.

Looking at Bai Shishi's expression and then at Yan Nuoya, who was completely ignoring him, Mo Xiangwen sighed inwardly. What was the point of just stopping Bai Shishi?

He waved his hand helplessly, and said in a defiant tone, "Fine, fine, you see."

Bai Shishi immediately cheered up and went back to the display board.

Just then, Yan Nuoya found it. Her slender finger pointed to one of the photos and a line of text below it: "Look, Xiang Wen is here."

"Wow! It really is Xiao Yi!" Bai Shishi exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, it’s him. Let me see what he said.” Yan Nuoya looked at the display board and softly read aloud, “'Besides the encouragement and help from my friends and the careful guidance from the school leaders and teachers, the most important thing that enabled me to get into H University in the last month was my determination not to give up and my scientific study methods... I hope that my juniors will…'”

"Stop, stop, stop! My dear Yan, I'm begging you, can you please stop reading?" Mo Xiangwen felt a wave of shame wash over him and quickly begged for mercy.

He knew that what he said back then was immature, but it wasn't what he wanted to say. He had reluctantly agreed to it under the coercion and enticement of the grade leaders and the homeroom teacher.

As for the bonus, he didn't know what kind of bonus it was.

Yan Nuoya turned her head, a rare, sly smile playing on her lips: "What's wrong? Doesn't it clearly say 'help from friends'? Don't I deserve any credit for this? Is there a problem with me reading it aloud?"

She tilted her head slightly, mimicking Mo Xiangwen's tone: "My dear classmate Mo, you're so stingy."

Mo Xiangwen was so annoyed by her words that he could only stare blankly.

Bai Shishi, who was standing to the side, did not laugh at him. She stared blankly at the words and the photo, seemingly lost in thought, and her expression became somewhat complicated.

"Alright, alright, let's go. It's just a few words, you can read it at a glance."

Mo Xiangwen couldn't bear the scene of public execution any longer, so he urged them on, practically pushing them away from the bulletin board.

"Wait, I'm taking a picture."

"Yan!"

Mo Xiangwen led the two to the building where the senior high school teachers' office was located.

He asked Yan Nuoya and Bai Shi to wait outside for a while, while he carried the bags full of fruit and New Year's goods over.

Standing in front of the familiar office door, he subconsciously straightened his back, and as he had done every time in the past three years, knocked on the door and said clearly, "Report."

"Come in..." came a slightly hoarse middle-aged male voice.