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The corridor was bustling and noisy, with students walking by arm in arm, laughing and joking, but without exception, they all paused for a moment at this window.

The crowd resembled a traffic jam on a road; when one car blocked the way, the male high school boys following behind all cast their reverent gazes towards the headlights of the first car.

The muttered curses and profanities were all just pretense and silence.

Some started shouting loudly, clapping their left hand and elbowing their right, trying to attract the girls' attention by displaying their energy.

Some people, with water still on their hands from the bathroom, casually wiped it on their hair, combing their neglected bangs.

Some people leaned against the corridor railings, pretending to rest, chatting and laughing incessantly.

But without a doubt, their eyes never left her face.

They were amazed by the girl's angelic beauty.

He pretended to be calm and collected, wondering if the girl, peering out the window, had noticed them.

Until, a giggling boy, leaning against the windowsill, flipped over and jumped inside...

Lin Mo was like a Transformer that crashed into the road, shattering all the illusions of the cars.

On the corridor 'road,' cars started honking their horns, and the driver, dissatisfied, swore again.

"How did this person jump in? Hahaha."

"Immature behavior."

"Clam, do you really think this is cool?"

"But I can also do a three-step layup, ignore that!"

...

Li Qingran always sat at the very back of the classroom; outside her window, there were usually only white clouds and blue sky.

However, starting yesterday, she has been sitting by the window facing the crowd.

Here is a home, and beside her is someone who tells her fairy tales.

She once looked out the window, because there was nothing inside worth lingering over.

She now looks out the window, because there will always be that lingering feeling among the crowd.

Although being stared at is unpleasant, and people's eyes are far from being as pure as the blue sky and white clouds,

But she hoped, and firmly believed, that from the chaotic crowd, a fairytale-like young man would emerge, like the Monkey King from A Chinese Odyssey, riding on a colorful cloud to come and take her away...

That feeling of surprise made her enjoy waiting.

There will definitely be a response to this waiting; it's beautiful and wonderful.

"Isn't that amazing? You just learned hurdles." Lin Mo landed and met her gaze.

"Ah."

Li Qingran looked at him, and in her eyes...

Outside the window behind Lin Mo, the swaying figures slowly blurred, transforming into twisted shrimp soldiers and crab generals, ox-headed and horse-faced demons. However, his figure gradually solidified and became tangible, transforming into someone who brought peace of mind, someone you could touch, someone worthy of a smile from.

But her smile was still very immature; she could only manage a slight pursing of her lips, a forced downward curve of her eyes, and a simple, understated smile.

But even this alone was enough to amaze countless people.

Lin Mo heard a commotion behind him: "Holy crap, you can do that..." "If I'd known, I would have..." "Incredible! Would I have made it in time to climb over the fence?" "I don't know if you'd have made it, but you definitely wouldn't have had time to call an ambulance before you were done for." "..."

It can only be said that it was all unintentional showing off; he just didn't want to hurt Ran Bao's feelings.

His action drew surprised and uncertain glances from many people in the classroom.

Li Qingran has always been the focus of attention. Who would have thought that the aloof iceberg would melt with him?

So what happened?

Does not turning it off mean it's on?

Back at my seat, before I could even catch up with Ran-chan, the announcement bell rang.

It was another morning self-study period when the homeroom teacher walked in carrying a thermos.

I can't remember his real name, I only know his surname is Ni. He's a middle-aged, laid-back guy who teaches Chinese to two top-performing classes. He has a nickname: "Advertising Bro."

Because when he was teaching online classes during the summer vacation, an inappropriate ad popped up on his computer halfway through the class. He hurriedly asked 360 to scan for viruses. Although the ad disappeared, he couldn't turn off the bird wallpaper. Li Huowang and his group jokingly called him "Ad Bro".

The guy in the advertisement was a bit sleazy-looking, but his demeanor was surprisingly refined. He was a beast in disguise, but kind to the students.

Also...she's very fashionable, surfs the internet frequently, and has no generation gap with students.

"Cough cough!" Teacher Ni cleared her phlegm. "Ah, next week is September, and school officially starts. It's the first round of review for seniors, time to get back into focus..."

"Cough, cough, hum!" He continued clearing his phlegm, which amused a group of students.

"I'll be patrolling this study period, so don't mess around. If you don't understand something in Chinese, you can ask me, but forget about math, I've never passed it..."

"Teacher!" Li Huowang chuckled, raising his hand. "Then let me ask you a question about arithmetic sequences..."

"Li Huowang, your head is pointy too, right?" Teacher Ni picked up on his joke, interrupting Li Huowang's argumentative behavior.

"Then let me ask you, who is the author of 'On the Faults of Qin'?"

"Oh, if you don't know, then let me ask you, have you done your Chinese homework?"

Li Huowang was completely dumbfounded. He was a complete slacker in humanities, and he never expected the advertising guy to outwit him. He stood there, lost in thought, his head practically pointing to the sky.

"Teacher! Li Huowang said that the Qin Treatise was written by Qin Shi Huang!" someone jeering.

"Damn it, who framed me?! Qin Shi Huang wrote the damn Records of the Grand Historian!" Wangzi felt his intelligence had been insulted and said in a warm voice.

"a ha ha ha!"

The class immediately erupted in prolonged laughter.

At this moment, Li Qingran looked at Lin Mo laughing happily and couldn't help but wonder,

She nudged Lin Mo's shoulder, and Lin Mo, suppressing a laugh, turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Lin Mo, then...I'll ask you something." The girl said in a serious tone, mimicking her teacher's words.

That little face was stern, aloof yet adorably silly.

Ranjiang, is your head pointy too?

"Pfft!" Lin Mo couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, leaning on the table.

Li Qingran was stunned, not understanding the humor in the sentence, but Lin Mo laughed, which made her happy, so she asked again.

"Hey, no, no, don't do that, it's indecent." Lin Mo laughed as he stopped Ran Jiang's head from evolving into a super-pointed shape, and casually patted her shoulder.

But I felt a chill behind me.

Looking back, he saw the advertising guy frowning and staring at him.

"Hmm ←↑→?"

Teacher Ni raised an eyebrow and let out a soft "hmm" in a melodious, village-like tone, just like someone from my own world.

Lin Mo quickly removed his hand from Li Qingran's shoulder and nodded solemnly to his teacher:

"Hmm ↑↑↓↓!"

Loyalty! Orange!

"Why are you sitting here?" the advertising guy asked, his tone suggestive.

"Uh...it's a long story," Lin Mo said awkwardly. He knew the advertising guy wouldn't believe him if he said Li Qingran came to him on her own.

Li Qingran was one of the top students in her grade, the kind who enjoyed special privileges. All the teachers who had taught her knew that she had a somewhat eccentric personality...

A deathly silence fell. Both teacher and student had their own unspoken troubles, and they stared at each other blankly.

"Then...I'll ask you." Suddenly, a soft, ethereal female voice rang out.

Lin Mo and Teacher Ni both looked at Li Qingran in shock.

"Ah... study hard, get back to normal." Teacher Ni coughed twice casually, her hand holding the thermos trembling.

"Yes, yes, yes, get back to normal." Lin Mo echoed twice, then winked at Li Qingran.

Li Qingran was puzzled. She thought the statement was funny; both the teacher and Lin Mo had looked worried and unhappy, so she had said that...

Why aren't you laughing? Weren't you laughing just now?

"Then I..." Li Qingran opened her mouth again, but Lin Mo covered her mouth before she could finish the two words.

"Well..."

My private joke, Ma Sai Ranran, gets boring if you keep telling the same joke.

You're a cool and aloof beauty, you shouldn't say things like that.

During their subsequent rounds, the teachers deliberately avoided Lin Mo's area, though their gazes towards him were somewhat resentful.

It looks exactly like the expression on a cabbage that has been raised for a long time being rooted up by a pig.

I spent a long study session under the watchful eye of the advertising guy.

Lunch was still with Li Qingran. After the meal, the girl held the Shuangwaiwai that Lin Mo had bought for her and drank it with great enthusiasm and care, as if she wanted to divide the small 150 ml bottle into 150 portions.

As for Jiang Wanfeng and Hu Yu'en, both of them were acting strangely today. I occasionally saw them through the window.

Jiang Wanfeng looked terrible, her expression blank, while Hu Yu'en was startled and seemed mentally unstable...

Both of the incredible duo have entered a period of slump.

Taking advantage of the two beautiful girls being preoccupied, Lin Mo had the opportunity to spy on Chen Yajie.

Chen Yajie huddled in the corner of the front row, closest to the wall, and Lin Mo hardly ever saw her leave her seat, obediently writing and writing...

However... the girl's brow never relaxed; several times she tried to lie down and sleep, only to prick her finger with the tip of her pen...

The small hands, which should have been delicately sculpted, were now covered in ink from the pressure of the black pen.

Just looking at him, Lin Mo could feel the oppression; the energy in his heart tightened even more.

This fucking life.

The afternoon...evening self-study session flew by in a blur of tedious studying. If Ran Jiang hadn't been constantly giving him her little hand to massage, with the "private tutoring" function on, he really wouldn't have been able to concentrate.

After all, the troubles brought about by intelligence are quite numerous, and it's easy to get flustered.

As school drew to a close, Li Qingran seemed to begin to feel uneasy.

After finishing her homework, Li Qingran had nothing to do but feel the warmth of his hand, recalling the past and remembering what he looked like now.

Superpowers don't always bring benefits. Under the influence of the "private tutoring," long-buried memories resurface, and the girl's gaze becomes crystal clear...

We cherish the past more because we look back on it; we focus on the present because we fear we might lose control of the future.

The clock ticked, and the girl's anxiety began to creep in as she thought about not feeling his warmth after school.

What kind of house do you want to build tonight?

Noticing Li Qingran's body temperature gradually cooling, Lin Mo stopped writing, smiled at her, and said...

At the same time, he opened his fingers and tightly enveloped the girl's cold little hand, their fingers intertwined.

His voice was like a tranquilizer.

But his touch was like a trembling string of emotions.

"Hmm...you?" Li Qingran responded softly, her humble tone as if she were asking for his permission...

"Whatever you want it to be, then it can be." Lin Mo pulled Li Qingran's other hand over and folded it into a white and tender hamburger shape. "No need to ask anyone's opinion."

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then said, "Our home..."

"You decide."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran's cold and aloof expression softened instantly.

Her palms were sweaty, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with anticipation.

She waited and waited, her eyes filled with the sweetness he had sprinkled on her, a sweetness that crashed into her heart.

However, this sweet feeling made her feel dazed.

She didn't know what this feeling was... she just felt... so nervous... her heart was beating so fast... Books hadn't taught her what this was... Fairy tales hadn't mentioned it either...