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Qin Yongfeng said, "You're pounding butter, are you going to pound it down here so you can all watch?"

"Stop playing, come down and play games." Zhong Taihong shouted, "Old Xi and I have been losing for a long time."

"If you can get Lao Mo to come, I'll come." Qin Yongfeng sighed helplessly, "I really can't handle you by myself."

Zhong Taihong grumbled and said, "That's an awful thing to say. What do you mean by 'I can't carry you'?"

"Are you going to call or not?"

"Old Mo!"

Looking at his red stats, Zhong Taihong chose to succumb to his desire for victory.

"Okay, just wait a moment."

Mo Xiangwen casually agreed and replied to the message in the group first.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: If you don't come, it's so hot that you don't have classes and you're not in the dorm with the air conditioning on. Going outside would be crazy.

A seductive gesture: ? Then you can curse again.

"Old Mo! How much longer are you going to take?"

"I'm coming."

The four of them didn't eat and played matchmaking for an entire afternoon, but despite their best efforts, they couldn't secure their first win.

I was thinking of playing a couple of ARAM matches and winning one to console myself, but I didn't expect to run into so many teams in ARAM as well.

Even when it was time to go to class, the four of them still had a row of red marks on their records.

He was alright, at least his path didn't collapse, so the experience wasn't too bad.

The other three people had dark expressions on their faces when they left the dormitory.

"Forget it, Lao Zhong, this time it really isn't your fault." Xi Shaojie patted Zhong Taihong on the shoulder: "I suspect that Lao Mo's rank is too high, which caused you to be matched with some opponents that your rank shouldn't be able to handle."

"Then what's the difference between that and calling me bad?" Zhong Taihong glanced at him and said weakly, "I did play the Stone Golem as you told me to."

"Because I was also having a hard time against Lao Qin." Xi Shaojie sighed, "You can ask Lao Qin if you don't believe me."

"Indeed, it's a bit strenuous." Qin Yongfeng nodded: "It feels like climbing a ladder to heaven."

"Damn, I feel a little better now that you've said that, but I still can't win."

"It's alright. According to ELO, you can win even if you play solo later." Qin Yongfeng comforted him, "The system will assign you some bot opponents."

"That's enough for you two."

"It's okay, I'll just call someone next time." Mo Xiangwen shook his head helplessly: "She doesn't have a computer lately, so I can't call her over. Otherwise, I could call her over to play mid-jungle synergy with me and she should be able to carry you."

"You think adding one more person will make it easier?" Qin Yongfeng asked doubtfully. "Even if her skill level is similar to yours, that would still raise the average skill level, right?"

“It’s different. There’s no teamwork at all when I play with the three of you. It feels like I’m playing solo.” Mo Xiangwen shook his head and explained, “If I call her over, it’ll be duo queue. Duo queue has a lot of advantages over solo queue.”

Zhong Taihong nodded, and said thoughtfully, "I understand, you're calling us bad."

"Damn it, you're the one who's bad, don't drag me and Lao Qin into this."

Unlike high school, the classroom for each class in university is not always the same.

When he arrived at the classroom, he saw that Yan Nuoya's seat was empty as always. Since it wasn't the first time, he didn't bother to be coy and went straight to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Nuoya whispered to him, "The counselor said that after class, I should go to her office with you."

"Huh? Why didn't I receive a message from my counselor?" Mo Xiangwen glanced at his phone; there were indeed no missed calls or texts. "Did your teacher contact you privately?"

"I don't know either." Yan Nuoya blinked. "Should I show you the information?"

"That's no need."

Chapter Fifty Request

"To be frank, I'd like to ask you to look after someone on Friday."

Their counselor, Fu Qianping, is a middle-aged woman who appears shrewd and capable, but whose face seems to carry a lingering sense of fatigue.

Yeah, it's kind of like a high school senior.

He had heard before that university teachers had it pretty easy, so he didn't know why she looked so tired.

However, this did not prevent him from showing the respect that a teacher should have. After all, he and Yan Nuoya were her students, and it wouldn't be wrong to be nice to them... That was what he originally thought.

"Since you mentioned looking after someone, teacher, is the other person a child?" Yan Nuoya asked.

"Although she is a little petite, she is not a child."

Fu Qianping gently rubbed her temples with the hand supporting her head: "She's my daughter, only a little younger than you. She wants to come and visit H University."

Mo Xiangwen frowned: "Since she's only a little younger than us, she must be at least a high school student. Girls this age don't need us to take care of them."

To be honest, he felt deep down that this was a troublesome matter.

Being only slightly younger than them suggests that they may already be adults.

An adult who still needs care is either a giant baby or has physical disabilities.

He couldn't afford to offend the former, and he couldn't bear the responsibility for the latter.

Yan Nuoya also remained silent, probably hesitating in her heart.

“It’s not what you think. She’s a good girl.” Fu Qianping sighed almost imperceptibly. “She’s just a little unwell and a bit introverted.”

A mother saying her daughter is a good child may not be lying, but it may not be true.

Yan Nuoya clearly understood this principle as well.

“Teacher, we are not professional caregivers after all,” Yan Nuoya said softly. “You said your daughter is not in good health, but we don’t know anything about her condition, so we really can’t take care of her.”

The implication, of course, is a refusal.

“Teacher, that’s what I think too.” Mo Xiangwen shook his head: “If her health is so poor that she needs someone to take care of her even when she’s just walking around campus, then she should get proper treatment.”

"Especially since it's still September, not quite autumn yet, the weather is still very hot, it's really not suitable for patients to go out for a walk."

It wasn't that he was unwilling to give his counselor face; it was that he genuinely didn't dare to take on the task.

He didn't dare to ask Fu Qianping directly, "What if something happens to your daughter?"

He's not a doctor, he doesn't know any healing techniques, and he can't cure all diseases.

“What Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya said makes a lot of sense.” Fu Qianping was silent for a while before slowly saying, “This is indeed a bit too much for you. Let’s bring her over when I have time.”

Mo Xiangwen apologized, "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, teacher."

"I'm sorry, teacher," Yan Nuoya echoed.

"It's alright, it was my request that was unreasonable." Fu Qianping shook her head, then suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, Yan Nuoya, I have approved your application, but the specific details still depend on the approval of the higher-ups."

"Okay, thank you, teacher." Yan Nuoya nodded gently in thanks.

Application? What application? It needs leadership approval. This thought flashed through Mo Xiangwen's mind, but it was none of his business, and he couldn't very well ask.

Fu Qianping said, "Well, there's nothing else to do. You can go back now."

Yan Nuoya was about to turn around when she hesitated and asked, "By the way, teacher, may I ask you something?"

"Is it about the application? If there are no problems with the materials, it will usually be approved." Fu Qianping thought she was still worried about the application, so she answered proactively.

"No, I wanted to ask why you asked me and Mo Xiangwen to show your daughter around the school?" Yan Nuoya frowned slightly. "If she's not feeling well, but really wants to visit the school, shouldn't you have asked a more professional caregiver to accompany her?"

Friend, although he's also curious about this, your question is a bit too direct.

"Um, teacher, what Yan Nuoya means is..."

"It's alright, that's a perfectly normal question." Fu Qianping waved her hand and sighed, "Actually, the main thing is that I got a little anxious after seeing Yan Nuoya."

The two exchanged a glance and waited in silence for the counselor to continue.

“My daughter’s hair color is very similar to that of Yan Nuoya.”

Yan Nuoya asked, "What do you mean, teacher?"

"Her hair is white, and although it's slightly different from yours, it's not unattractive to me."

Fu Qianping smiled and said, "Yan Nuoya is both confident and beautiful. I hope Shishi can learn some confidence from you."

Well, two white-haired guys, is this still the three-dimensional world he knows?

Mo Xiangwen blinked, internally ranting, but outwardly remained expressionless.

"If that's the case, it seems to have nothing to do with me. Teacher, why don't you just go find Yan Nuoya directly?"

"Well, the main thing is that I heard from the class monitor and vice class monitor that Yan Nuoya is not very good at communicating with people other than Mo Xiangwen."

Fu Qianping looked slightly embarrassed, but still said frankly, "I was worried that if Yan Nuoya was alone, it might inadvertently put pressure on Shishi, so I thought I'd call you over as well."

Well, it seems he's not for sale.

"As for why we didn't wait until she was better, one reason is that her condition only prevented her from engaging in strenuous exercise; she could still walk around a little without any problems."

"On the other hand, it's also out of her own wishes." Fu Qianping quickly changed the subject: "She wanted to visit H University, and as her parents, I naturally wanted to fulfill her wish. Also, there's a club recruitment drive going on recently, so it'll be quite lively."

"I understand, teacher." Yan Nuoya pondered for a moment, then nodded. "May I think about this some more?"

“Yes, of course, that’s your right.” Fu Qianping’s eyes lit up. “Just let me know if you’ve thought it through by this Friday. Of course, the same goes for Mo Xiangwen.”

Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment, then nodded, not refusing outright: "Okay, teacher."

Firstly, he genuinely couldn't bear to refuse, and secondly, judging from Yan Nuoya's expression, she seemed to have something to say to him.

"Okay, then you should go back first." Fu Qianping nodded: "We'll wait for your news."

Yan Nuoya and he walked out of the office side by side. After walking a short distance, Yan Nuoya asked as expected, "What do you think about what the counselor said?"

"...It might be a troublesome matter." Mo Xiangwen sighed, "And I hate trouble."

P.S.: I wanted to see if I could write the third chapter today, but it seems unlikely.

I got back quite late, and the connection was a bit slow, so I'm typing this now.

Sorry, I'm writing now. There will be two chapters on the 7th, so everyone can take a break.

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Chapter Fifty-One: I Like My Junior Sister, and Everyone Else

At 7:30 a.m., there was still a slight chill in the air.

Mo Xiangwen, dressed in a blue tracksuit, was jogging along the inner circle of the rubber track with music playing in his headphones.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and his steps looked somewhat unsteady.

He didn't expect that after running less than three kilometers, his physical strength seemed to be failing him.

A faint soreness was coming from his calves, telling him it was time to stop.

Well, training can't be rushed. It's already quite an improvement for him to go from being out of breath after running just one kilometer to being able to run nearly three kilometers before feeling tired.

Moreover, at this time, the courier station has just opened, which is the time when there are the fewest people. You can also buy a bottle of water at the convenience store next to the courier station.

He turned out of the side gate of the playground and took a shortcut to the commercial street, which would pass by the school's express delivery station.

The door to the station was half open, and you could see part-time students and staff unloading some large packages from the vehicle and handing them to the next staff member, relaying them into the station.

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from inside the post station, steadily carrying a square cardboard box.

Yan Nuoya? I didn't expect her to get up so early.

He was about to walk over and greet Yan Nuoya when his eyes caught sight of the logo on the box first, and a strange feeling suddenly made him stop in his tracks.

This logo belongs to a fairly well-known laptop manufacturer, famous for its high cost-performance ratio, but it has quite a few minor flaws.

On online forums, brands are generally recommended for people with some hands-on skills.

So, Yan Nuoya just bought a laptop? And from this manufacturer?

No, since they are both computer science students, it's natural for them to have some hands-on skills. How can we assume that she would choose a better brand?

If it were him, he would also choose to buy this brand of laptop, so it's normal for others to choose this brand as well.

But if it wasn't the brand, what caught his attention?