I really like your sand sculpture group friends

After a while, Bai Shishi finally regained her strength and slowly said, "There's something I forgot to tell Xiao Yi."

"Huh? Can't I just send a message via QQ?"

"It's more sincere to say it face-to-face, right?" Bai Shishi shook her head, then suddenly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Xiao Yi, do you prefer the title 'senior' or 'elder'?"

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, but then guessed what she wanted to do.

However, he had already called Su Mengli and Su Mengyao "senior sister" several times, so he was indeed somewhat looking forward to being called "senior brother"... But "senior" would be nice too?

"Senior, please," Mo Xiangwen said with a smile. "However, I think we can call you 'senior' next time?"

"I don't know when I'll be able to come again next time." Bai Shishi shook her head: "Don't you first graders have to go to class?"

Well, that makes sense; it's not easy for everyone to find a time when they're free.

Even if it were, it wouldn't make much sense for someone to travel a long way to play for an hour or two.

"Well then, senior, thank you very much for taking care of me today. Goodbye."

Bai Shishi's soft, sweet voice suddenly reminded him of a few mobile games he used to play. There was a character voiced by a popular voice actor who voiced younger men, and he would also call the player "senior" in such a sweet way.

Although not specially trained, Bai Shishi's voice is naturally good and has that quality.

He composed himself and was about to say something when he noticed Bai Shishi waving goodbye and walking away. So he smiled and waved goodbye to her in return.

After watching Bai Shishi get into the car, Yan Nuoya, who had barely spoken all day, gently nudged him with her shoulder.

"Let's go, come with me to the express delivery station."

Seventy-one: You are a reclusive coward who enjoys solitude.

He was slightly surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.

"Maybe it's some kind of large item," he thought.

The school is most lively at dusk, or more accurately, the commercial street is most lively.

As soon as he entered the commercial street, a wave of heat rushed over him.

He felt that the perceived temperature had risen considerably compared to outside the commercial street.

"When did you find out I was a pigeon?" Yan Nuoya suddenly spoke up, "Although I knew you would guess soon, given your personality, you should have confirmed it slowly, right?"

"I forgot, but it was probably during military training. I vaguely guessed it based on some previous details."

Mo Xiangwen looked at her profile. The warm orange light shone on her calm and expressionless face, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what this girl was thinking.

“You know me too well, and you never hide it.” He thought for a moment, then said slowly and casually, “Even my parents don’t know me this well. How could someone who just appeared out of nowhere know me so well?”

Although I already know she's a pigeon, and that her personality and habits are similar to mine, we are ultimately two different people.

There's no reason why the two of them should be the same in everything, including their thoughts.

“I started thinking in this direction, and I even considered you at one point.”

The two walked silently toward the courier station, and Yan Nuoya listened quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"But there's no reason for it. How can an online friend be so familiar with me? Even if we have great chemistry, there's no way to explain it like that."

Even though the movement was small, he still noticed that Yan Nuoya pursed her lips slightly, as if she disagreed with his statement.

However, he didn't mind. Yan Nuoya didn't interrupt him, which at least proved that she was still willing to continue listening.

"Later, I happened to see you coming out of the courier station carrying a box of laptops that day, which made me turn my attention back to you."

"Then we happened to play together again that day, which made me start to suspect you."

"Oh, you didn't even come to help me." Yan Nuoya puffed out her cheeks, turned to look at him, and asked with obvious dissatisfaction, "Mo Xiangwen, where is your gentlemanly manners?"

Unfortunately, he couldn't detect a trace of anger in Yan Nuoya's calm voice; instead, it was full of teasing.

"Because Yan Nuoya walked too fast, I didn't catch up."

Mo Xiangwen winked at her and laughed, "I don't know why Yan went to pick up the package by herself so early in the morning, and she looked like she was doing something wrong, walking so fast."

"This caused me to miss the chance to win over Yan Nuoya's favor."

Yan Nuoya rolled her eyes at him speechlessly and didn't say anything.

The reason she chose a time other than usual was less to reduce the chance of being discovered and more to avoid peak hours for picking up packages.

Walking fast? That's because the suitcase isn't light either; it's tiring to carry it for a long time.

Mo Xiangwen also became a little interested in chatting and took the initiative to continue, "After the game ended, didn't we meet again on the second floor of the milk tea shop?"

"Ah."

"Although my trip to the library to find you was accidentally exposed, I also noticed that something was off about your reaction, Noah."

"what?"

"You're in such a hurry, it's like you're rushing to escape," Mo Xiangwen teased. "Yan Nuoya, you didn't react this strongly to other students during your military training."

"...Meeting you on the second floor of Yipin Tea was purely accidental. At that time, I hadn't decided whether I wanted to face them," Yan Nuoya explained, pursing her lips.

“Yes, I know.” Mo Xiangwen nodded: “After all, if we’re guessing based on the theory of similar personalities, you’re also a reclusive coward who enjoys solitude.”

"Either they're a little better than me, or they're a little worse than me."

"But judging from how Yan Nuoya gets along with her classmates, I guess it's the latter."

"You're the one who enjoys solitude, a reclusive coward." Yan Nuoya thought with a hint of dissatisfaction, biting her lip slightly.

The two walked and talked, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the express delivery station.

Fortunately, there weren't many people picking up their packages at the moment; otherwise, given their personalities, they would have lingered for a while longer before coming to collect them.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at her and asked, "Can I see your pickup code? I'll help you find it."

Yan Nuoya nodded and placed the phone in his palm.

He took the phone from Yan Nuoya, glanced at the pickup number on it, memorized it, and then returned the phone to her.

To facilitate package pickup, the shelves at the courier station are arranged in a specific pattern, a fact well-known to frequent courier customers.

He quickly found Yan Nuoya's package according to the pickup number.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the large item he expected, but rather a small box, no bigger than the palm of his hand.

"Your delivery."

"Thank you."

After picking up the package, Yan Nuoya gently pulled him and led him in another direction.

Although every path leads out of the commercial street, this one leads towards the playground, so fewer students will take this path at this time of year.

"Continue, we haven't finished speaking yet."

"Where were we?"

"Speaking of which, you're a reclusive coward who enjoys solitude."

"Oh right, speaking of which..."

Mo Xiangwen didn't mind at all. In any case, he was indeed the same person, and his relationship with Yan Nuoya was just a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

"Next, Yan Nuoya told me she wanted to take on the teacher's request," Mo Xiangwen smiled, gathered his thoughts, and continued, "This made me realize I had misunderstood something."

“All things are different; there are no two things in the world that are exactly the same.” Yan Nuoya walked beside him and whispered what he wanted to say: “There are no two identical leaves in the world.”

Mo Xiangwen looked at her with some surprise, not expecting her to guess what he wanted to say so quickly.

“Yes, even if they look similar, it doesn’t mean they’re exactly the same.” He nodded and continued, “Perhaps Yan Nuoya just has a little hobby of observing others?”

"Perhaps Yan Nuoya's personality is quite similar to mine?"

"Perhaps, Yan Nuoya just happens to be quite intelligent?"

"I didn't observe other people's hobbies," Yan Nuoya complained softly.

Ignoring her complaints, Mo Xiangwen gently clapped his hands.

"Yan Nuoya is really smart. She can deduce my personality by starting from her own personality and combining online chat information with offline observations."

"Once you figure out my personality, some of my habits of doing things will become clear."

Yan Nuoya pursed her lips and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"I even learned the trick of pretending to be sure when I'm not sure."

“Whenever you’re unsure, you use this trick to fool me.” Mo Xiangwen stopped, sighed softly, and shook his head: “I didn’t even know when I revealed this habit.”

His voice was full of self-deprecation and a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Yan Nuoya raised her delicate chin and looked up at him, but she couldn't see a trace of fear or anger on his face.

"Don't worry, I don't think of you as that scary."

Yan Nuoya was taken aback, her bright purple eyes staring at him silently, unsure of what to say.

"After all, if you could really deduce everyone's personality and habits, you wouldn't be a reclusive coward who enjoys solitude."

Mo Xiangwen lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze, then blinked and teased, "When facing Mengli and Mengyao, you're like a small fish, only good enough to bully me."

...The atmosphere was so nice, and this guy really went all the way, secretly trying to win her favor. Yan Nuoya complained inwardly and gave him a disgruntled look.

"So how was it finally determined?" Yan Nuoya asked curiously. "These are all guesses, right? Given your personality, there should be one more decisive thing to confirm it."

Okay, I'm not going to act anymore. I've really figured out his secrets.

"I'm not sure. I know you've guessed my personality, so why would I act according to my personality?"

Mo Xiangwen shrugged: "It just so happened that Bai Bai, that is, Bai Shishi, contacted me privately and said she wanted to come to H University."

"Then, I learned about Bai Shishi's name and situation from the teacher, so I quickly went to confirm her identity with Bai Shishi."

"I was surprised to learn that the teacher's daughter, Bai Shishi, is Bai Bai, so I think you probably don't know this yet."

"Since that's the case, and since there's a rare opportunity to disrupt your plans, I'll give it a try."

"In the end, we managed to trick you when you were completely distracted."

"Now that they've tricked us into revealing the truth, doesn't that mean it's confirmed?"

That's a very good analysis; we don't need to do it again next time.

After all that analysis, you still ended up fooling yourself, didn't you?

Yan Nuoya stared at him silently for a few seconds, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

However, based on her understanding of Mo Xiangwen, now that he had found the clue, even without Bai Shishi's involvement, he would have found another way to confirm it.

Bai Shishi's arrival simply made things easier.

“Stretch out your hand,” Yan Nuoya suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"This is the winner's reward I prepared for you." Yan Nuoya sighed softly, her tone carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning: "I feel a little embarrassed about keeping it from you for so long... You can take it as a gift to apologize."

Mo Xiangwen was somewhat surprised, but still obediently extended his hand, palm up.

The next moment, Yan Nuoya stuffed a very familiar-looking express delivery package into his hand.

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback and said strangely, "Isn't this the package I just picked up?"

"...I must commend you, the level was completed much faster than I expected."

P.S.: I'm still half asleep from staying up all night, I'll fix any problems tomorrow.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Conversation Between Sisters

As soon as she opened the door, Su Mengyao took several big steps and then rolled over and collapsed onto the soft sofa without any regard for her image.

"Ugh... I'm exhausted," she mumbled, still grumbling incoherently.

Su Mengli was already used to her silly younger sister's behavior, but since she had made sure not to disturb the neighbors' rest, she was too lazy to lecture her.

She simply shook her head, went back to her room, and put her bag down.

Perhaps because their father felt guilty towards them, he bought them an apartment in the neighborhood closest to the university when they first started college, so that they could live there easily.

Not only that, the father also personally went to the school to persuade the teachers and leaders to help them apply for off-campus accommodation.