They are in their final year of high school and are heavily dependent on me.

Shen Qingning's eyes flickered as she looked at the aloof and cold girl not far away, who was drinking alone from a milk carton.

The corners of her lips unconsciously turned up.

Hmm. So, for the first time, in matters of the heart, he actually defeated Zhihan? It's a pity I can't tell my parents about this.

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My nose suddenly felt sore.

Her emotions were so volatile when she was young, and comparisons had almost become a habit for her.

The first time I won, but I won in such a strange way.

It seems like she's always been comparing herself to Zhihan, but she can't compete with him in academics, piano, calligraphy, or painting.

Gradually, she began to compare herself to others in terms of social skills, friends, appearance, and popularity. Shen Qingning knew that this was just her being unreasonable and comforting herself.

That's why I had this bizarre idea: could Lin Mo possibly be doing this for her?

She believes that everyone does everything with a purpose, and always views people and things by their own standards.

However, she has never made a mistake in judging people and situations using this approach.

This time it's highly likely to be correct as well.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingning shifted her gaze forward, then fell on Lin Mo. As she looked at him, the bitterness gradually subsided.

Well, you have good judgment. I'll spare your life for now.

Let's deal with this later. The class rules are also her rules, and we can't break them. As the class monitor, I must set an example.

"Lime, this issue of the reading newsletter has been released! This sentence really resonates with me."

Suddenly, Zhang Xinyi brought over a reading excerpt, which was writing material that the grade's Chinese language group would distribute every week.

Shen Qingning followed Zhang Xinyi's fingertip and looked:

"The more clear-headed you are, the more confused you are."

“The most confused people are the ones who are clear-headed. How about that? Can you relate?” Zhang Xinyi said with a smile.

"I guess some teacher was feeling down and came up with this sentence." Shen Qingning was indifferent to it, but she felt inexplicably guilty as she said it.

"Hmm~ Qingning, you look very clear-headed."

"I'm not confused!"

The class monitor gave a sharp rebuke, and the bell for evening self-study rang.

school.

Bai Limeng and Hu Meng were waiting at the school gate for some dead person.

"Mengmeng, sometimes I'm quite envious of you."

"Well?"

"Sometimes, people don't need to be so clear-headed. It's good to be silly like you."

"Oh, I don't understand." Hu Meng ate her hands, drooling, her eyes already fixed on the food stall.

Bai Limeng glanced into the school gate twice, then turned back and saw her best friend biting her nails, so she quickly interrupted her:

"Mengmeng, why are you biting your fingers all day? It's very unhygienic."

"oh oh."

Bai Limeng sighed, "Hasn't the period of losing baby teeth long passed?"

"It passed." Hu Meng looked at her fingers.

She tried to recapture that feeling from the morning, when her fingers were brushed against something warm and smooth, but she couldn't quite recreate it.

After Lin Mo finished licking her in the morning, he told her that she absolutely, positively must not tell Li Meng, otherwise he would never talk to her again.

Hu Meng is most afraid of saying "I'm not playing with you anymore," so she strictly adheres to the confidentiality agreement.

"Hey Mengmeng, this morning, you really didn't see him being very close to any girl?"

Bai Li asked casually what she was dreaming about.

"No, I'm already the closest to him," Hu Meng said truthfully, but as she spoke, her blinking rate suddenly increased.

She doesn't understand social etiquette very well, but even the smallest baby can understand an adult's crying and laughing.

Hu Meng could also vaguely sense Li Meng's feelings for Lin Mo.

It's a bit like that scene on CCTV5's "Animal World," where they're showing the African savanna, and something about spring being the mating season for all things.

At this time of year, animals will fight each other. For example, male lions will fight with other male lions to win over female lions, resulting in either death or serious injury.

Hu Meng felt that Li Meng might hit her, so she didn't dare to say anything more.

"Then I'm relieved." Bai Limeng nodded, without any worries. Hu Meng, that silly girl, hadn't even learned how to lie yet, which reassured her more than if she had taken some kidney tonic.

Then, the girl saw Lin Mo's high school boy's buttocks in the crowd from afar. Just as she was about to wave, she saw that the buttocks suddenly stick out, and Lin Mo suddenly spread his arms behind him!

"?"

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding classmates made way as if they had seen some strange creature, and that stinky Lin Mo ran like a ninja, sprinting towards her and Hu Meng.

"Eek!" Bai Limeng exclaimed in horror. This dog of a man is so childish! He has no shame, and neither does she!

Bai Limeng quickly grabbed Hu Meng's hand, "Stop biting your finger, Mengmeng! Run! There's a pervert!"

Hu Meng froze, her best friend pulling her along. She looked back in a daze.

Hmm... Where's the pervert? It's clearly delicious, Lin Mo.

There's more today~ I'll write a bit more.

Chapter 99 Li Zhihan's Midnight Murder

"Take off your shoes."

They joked and played around all the way home, only to awkwardly stop in front of their house.

"No." Bai Limeng swallowed. "You go in first. I won't feel at ease until I see you go in."

"Where to go?"

"Go back to your doghouse!" Bai Limeng said, embarrassed and annoyed. "Why do you always want to see me take off my shoes?"

“You’re wrong,” Lin Mo explained. “I usually emphasize observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, but you only saw the small step of ‘observation’.”

"Huh?" The girl frowned, her toes tapping nervously on the ground, making a clattering sound in the stairwell.

"When did you learn traditional Chinese medicine? You know how to observe, listen, ask, and palpate? What, can you diagnose anything by looking at my feet?"

"The first step is to look, observe your movements when you take off your shoes, the shape of your arches, and whether your ankles are red. The second step is to smell, and I usually use the fan-smelling method."

Lin Mo squatted down with an air of importance and fanned himself.

"Hmm, it doesn't smell bad."

"Are you trying to die?!"

Bai Limeng screamed and jumped up. She felt something was wrong when she heard him mention something about the fan-smelling technique.

The girl kicked him twice with a look of disgust, but seeing his expression of enjoyment, her face turned deathly pale.

"You don't actually enjoy being kicked, do you?"

"It's okay, but it still hurts when I wear shoes."

"Hey, are you serious?" Bai Limeng regretted it a little. She was used to stomping on him. She kicked him hundreds or thousands of times every day when she woke him up.

Has he really developed some strange and unusual hobbies?

But she couldn't escape the connection. It was her fault for not teaching her son properly. Now she was doomed. Lin Mo was already repressed, and her already meager sex life was made even worse.

We should buy a few more whips later. If all else fails, we can just give him a few lashes. It's not easy for a child to grow up like this; if he turns out badly, we'll just have to make do with what we have.

Sigh, I raised it myself, so there's no way to return or exchange it.

Since it's already crooked, I might as well kick it a few more times. I was worried that kicking it might hurt him and make him stop, but now I have no worries.

"Compared to this," Lin Mo stood up, pondering, "what do you do with your old clothes and socks?"

“Sold it on Zhuanzhuan.” Bai Limeng blurted out.

"That won't do. Give me the link, and I'll buy them all back," Lin Mo said seriously.

Why did you buy it?

"I need it urgently."

"..." Bai Limeng frowned. "Why don't you order something fresh? The old ones pill and are easy to scratch."

"New ones aren't flavorful enough; they need to be marinated to be truly delicious."

"Lin Mo, is it really okay for us to talk about this?" Bai Limeng entered a state of sage mode, trying to bring her childhood sweetheart back to his senses.

"Then hurry up and take off your shoes. I promise I won't grab your socks and run away when your back is to me," Lin Mo swore to the heavens. Just then, the girl took out her phone.

"Ding-dong! Alipay payment received, exactly one hundred yuan."

Bai Limeng looked disgusted. "Can you get lost now?"

"Mom." Lin Mo bowed. A stupid person only recognizes one mother, while a smart person will accept whoever feeds them.

"Get out of my sight!"

Lin Mo turned to open the door, but Bai Limeng called him back.

"Let me tell you a secret, didn't I do your laundry the other day?"

"hold head high."

"I stepped on it."

"Damn, why didn't you say so earlier?" Lin Mo grinned. "No wonder it smells so milky. Next time, don't step on my clothes, just step on me."

"Bang!" The girl seemed to be furious, slamming the door shut with unusual force.

The weakling Bai Limeng is bad at the game but loves to play.

However, Huang Mei's progress bar has recently stalled. No matter how much teasing she gets, she won't budge. It seems she's reached a plateau, and ordinary dirty jokes can no longer break her defenses.

Well, there's plenty of time.

What? Who is Fang Chang? Then let me ask you, why did you go to Rikudo?

Lin Mo went back to his room to wash up, lay on the bed, and picked up his phone to complete his daily tasks.

Open Douyin and follow, black stockings. No, his daily tasks have changed now.

It should be a reply to a message.

I prioritized replying to the class monitor because there wasn't much to talk about with her; it was all abstract, fellow sufferers' communication, a bunch of emojis mixed with abstract captions and erotic images. I saved the erotic images and copied the captions.

[Lime]: If you think I'm good-looking, type 1; if you think I'm not good-looking, type the last four digits of pi.

But frankly, this kind of copywriting is already skirting the line of ambiguity.

Starting in the afternoon, the class monitor started acting a little strange.

When asked what was wrong, she wouldn't say, but during PE class, she clearly acted like she wanted to be fed on grass.

Fine, Lin Mo typed "Hellfire" and sent it, then turned on Do Not Disturb and went to check Xi Bao's chat window.

[Xi]: No playing on your phone! Review today's lessons before bed.

Xi Bao is right.

Lin Mo replied with "Received," then sat up abruptly from his deathbed, went to his desk, and sent a picture of himself doing a test paper.

[Xi]: Not bad, but remember to go to bed early.

[Mo]: Baby, you too.

[Xi]: Don't call me that!

[Mo]: Okay, I crossed the line. Chen Wenxin can call you Xixi, sigh.

[Xi]: Then you can only call me that in private. I don't really like it that way, so please don't say it often. I'm just afraid that others will misunderstand.