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The ice cream wasn't that elastic.

Such beautiful legs, it's a shame not to use them as lap pillows. Imagine lying on them for a midday nap, then waking up to admire the red marks and tease the girl's shy expression... Well, Li Qingran would probably be expressionless.

Lin Mo glanced nervously at Li Qingran's expression, but she remained calm, making him seem like he was overreacting.

This is different from yesterday. Yesterday, all he could think about was how to save Li Qingran's life; he was practically nuanced in his actions, relying entirely on technique without any emotion.

Today, she

It's all emotion, no technique.

"Xiao Xin." Li Qingran stared at him and suddenly said.

Be careful? Be careful of what? Be careful that you don't steal my heart? Ran-chan, don't be too greedy... or you might steal me too!

"It's so astringent," she added, releasing his hand and letting it rest on her lap.

The "好" in this context is pronounced with the fourth tone.

By applying Li Qingran's logic, Lin Mo could roughly deduce the meaning behind her words—

'You're just like Shin-chan, very lecherous, but I like it.'

The second half of the sentence was something Lin Mo filled in himself, although it couldn't be deduced from the girl's context.

So what?

After Li Qingran finished speaking, she lay down on the table, her eyes half-closed in sleepiness, appearing completely at ease, without specifying how long he could touch her.

Lin Mo was in a bit of a predicament. According to the rules of the martial arts world, things shouldn't happen more than three times, but those three times could be three seconds, thirty minutes, or even thirty years.

His hands have their own minds; they're quite generous and proactively chose three hundred years. So, even if Ran Jiang sacrifices her entire life, she still owes him over two hundred years.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Mo felt much less guilty. He silently picked up "Eighty Essential Ancient Poems for the College Entrance Examination" and turned to Ouyang Xiu's "The Pavilion of the Old Drunkard".

I haven't memorized this classical poem yet, but this [Private Tutoring (Ranjiang's Proactive Version)] is the perfect opportunity to help.

Lin Mo pretended to begin reciting his morning reading.

"The prefect and his guests came here to drink, and he would get drunk after only a little, and being the oldest among them, he called himself the Drunken Old Man..."

Suddenly, Lin Mo felt the throbbing of a vein in his palm. He hadn't realized he'd pressed Li Qingran's aorta; it was quite strong, expanding and contracting with the girl's heartbeat...

Thump, thump...

Lin Mo was completely stumped; his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember how to memorize the rest of the classical Chinese text...

The cheat's power was indeed strong, but against an exceptionally beautiful girl like Li Qingran, it still fell into a disadvantageous position. Lin Mo had absolutely no recollection of what happened next.

He called himself the Drunken Old Man... the Drunken Old Man, the Drunken Old Man...

He repeated it so many times that Li Qingran curiously looked up, leaning on the table to watch him.

A faint gaze,

It was even more daunting than being called on by the Chinese teacher to recite aloud in class.

Lin Mo started sweating profusely. He was so nervous about this. He thought to himself, "I can't be this useless in front of Ran Jiang..."

Private lesson! Give me extra points!!

I still can't remember.

"The real meaning behind it all," Li Qingran said softly, offering a gentle reminder when she saw he couldn't recite it.

"Oh, well, the real intention isn't the wine, it's more about... about what's going on between our legs..."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran's clear pupils dilated several inches, and her arched eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, curved with a hint of confusion.

"Amidst mountains and rivers," she whispered again.

"My mistake, my mistake. I was just enjoying the scenery," Lin Mo said, trying to make amends.

Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand, touched his nose, and wondered why his hand smelled so good. He couldn't help but sniff it again, and upon closer inspection, realized it was the hand that had just touched his leg.

This action was once again noticed by Li Qingran, and a blush, a rare sight indeed, appeared on the girl's icy face.

She turned her head to the side, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Hmm?" Lin Mo looked at Li Qingran, lost in thought.

"I actually didn't memorize it on purpose, I just wanted to talk to you more."

"Ah."

Li Qingran turned her head again, a few strands of hair clinging to her moist lips, her dark eyes glancing upwards at him.

His expression was no different from usual.

But Lin Mo could sense the playful meaning in the girl's eyes: "Go ahead and talk, I'm listening, I won't laugh at you."

Ran Jiang is a bad woman.

"Any more?"

Do you want more? Anything is fine with you?

"What do you take me for? I'm a very refined person. Just take my posts on QQ Space as a joke."

"Oh."

"Those were all...you know, in order to fit into this group, those lousy guys like Li Huowang, things they had to do. I was just responsible for posting a few things that were...cough cough..."

Lin Mo deliberately opened the book, exuding an aura of righteousness.

"I have no worldly desires; I only study the classics."

"Won't it get boring...?"

For some unknown reason, Li Qingran's delicate eyebrows drooped upon hearing this, and she stared at him with a strangely sorrowful yet affectionate gaze...

Lin Mo felt ashamed under her gaze, as if he were hallucinating a small country dog ​​following its owner's feet...

The puppy always stares at you with its big, deep, pitiful eyes, and it will never paw at your trouser leg.

Until you reached out and touched her head.

Only then will a puppy happily lick your palm, wag its tail, and jump on its short legs, trying to reach your face and express its love and loyalty.

Who can tolerate this...?

Almost instinctively, Lin Mo reached out and placed his hand on Li Qingran's head.

He didn't just grope her randomly; he methodically smoothed her disheveled hair.

"It's never tiring, and you'll never get tired of it."

Li Qingran is very easy to please.

She felt the warmth of Lin Mo's palm, and her beautiful, broken eyes slowly narrowed.

Like a cat lying comfortably by a fireplace on a cold night, it closed its eyes.

She thought of how last night's word "forever" was just as powerful, as in tone, and as moving as it was now.

If her fairy tales don't exist in the future, then she should snuggle into his arms and listen to him tell her fairy tales from the past.

...

The morning reading session passed quickly. It wasn't even September yet, and the school only had senior students on campus; the entire morning was dedicated to self-study.

However, the morning exercises still had to be done. As soon as the second period ended, the head of student affairs angrily shouted over the loudspeaker to do the exercises.

"Damn it, school started early and we still have to do morning exercises!"

"Why not just use the toilet as a cover-up?"

"Try to escape. Yesterday, several people who tried to escape by peeing in the toilet were caught."

A chorus of curses and swears immediately filled the classroom.

Li Huowang grabbed Lin Mo and headed out.

"Biyang's birth has brought you down to do morning exercises with me. Don't defile the Holy Maiden here!"

"What happened?"

"Damn, you're still being stubborn, aren't you?!"

Lin Mo was pulled into the corridor, where he happened to see Hu Yu'en and Jiang Wanfeng walking out hand in hand.

Hu Yu'en met his gaze first, then whispered something to Jiang Wanfeng with a beaming smile. Feng Bao blushed instantly, then glanced back at Lin Mo.

She then playfully punched Hu Yu'en with her small fists, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

Hu Yu'en's smile widened even further.

The overpowered blonde girl, Ms. En, completely dominated Feng Bao...

But... Lin Mo seemed to see another petite figure, with a blurry exclamation mark hovering above her head...

Are there any experts?

Lin Mo took a few steps forward to get a better look, but was suddenly blocked by a lump of fat.

Zhang Pu, the chubby guy nicknamed P-chan, was followed by the skinny, bespectacled Bao Jinyuan, nicknamed Bao Jin.

A fat and a thin boy from the next class blocked his view.

"Baka! You fucking defiled the saintess, and you still won't look me in the eye!" P-chan revealed a righteous expression as if activated by Genshin Impact.

"The FFF group doesn't burn true love, but if you want to have several true loves, you'd better throw them into a frying pan!"

"Tear them apart by chariots!" Li Huowang added, his mustache trembling with anger. "Lingchi!"

"Hey! Watch out!" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "I know your O God account. If you keep babbling, I'll melt all your artifacts!"

"Heh, I stopped playing a long time ago." Li Huowang had a smug, "What can you do about it?" expression.

"You've accumulated two terabytes of study materials that are still on my cloud drive..." Lin Mo said sinisterly.

"Holy crap! You're really cunning!" Li Huowang was terrified, stumbling back into P-chan's fat, then suddenly his face contorted in shock.

"Fuck you, you stink! You bastard, didn't you shower yesterday?"

"No, I haven't washed it for three days. I wore it right-side out once, then inside out once, and today it's right-side out again," P-chan said honestly.

"Damn it! You trophy bastard!"

Li Huowang, leaning against the railing, began to vomit and dry heave. XX, laughing beside him, was suddenly also tucked under P-chan's arm and started vomiting too...

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Mo slipped away and joined the Class 1 line, trying to find the person with the exclamation mark above their head.

It seems to be quite small...

Lin Mo followed the teacher all the way to the playground. Only when the teacher gave the order to start running exercises, and the formations assembled and then dispersed, did Lin Mo finally see that hazy exclamation mark.

She was a slender girl, running while holding a vocabulary book in her hand, her small mouth simultaneously reciting words and panting...

Isn't that a bit too much effort...?

What puzzled Lin Mo was that the girl's steps were noticeably unsteady, even somewhat unsteady.

Is it because your attention isn't on running?

As they brushed past each other, the exclamation mark turned scarlet, and the girl's face turned an unhealthy pale...

[Special intelligence target: Chen Yajie]

[Intelligence exists: Beginner, Advanced, Ultimate]

[The current situation is unusual; basic intelligence has been automatically revealed.]

The girl, who is physically weak and often skips breakfast, is experiencing symptoms of hypoglycemia and is about to faint during her morning run...

The last time something unusual happened was when Li Qingran wanted a Zisha teapot, which really startled Lin Mo.

Thankfully it's just low blood sugar... but it's only preliminary information... I wonder if it'll develop into something much bigger later.

Thinking it over, Lin Mo quietly ran up behind the girl.

The moment the information pop-up disappeared, as if a prophecy had been fulfilled, the delicate girl in front of them suddenly lost her balance, her left foot tripping over her right, and she was about to fall flat on her face...

Her first instinct wasn't to protect herself, but to clutch her vocabulary book tightly...

What kind of mentality is this?

Lin Mo reacted swiftly, grabbing Chen Yajie by the waist. The girl didn't struggle at all; her vision went black as she collapsed into Lin Mo's arms.