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

"Equals sign." A cold, electronic voice rang out.

Several male high school students hurriedly dispersed to make way for him, almost kneeling down.

Li Zhihan, with a cool and aloof expression, walked out in two quick steps, carrying her baby bottle with a sippy cup. In her other hand, she held a calculator, her slender little finger pressing the equals sign.

"Equal sign, equal sign."

"What's wrong?" Lin Mo asked awkwardly, noticing Li Zhihan's milk bottle. "Are you going to fill it with water too?"

Those who knew him thought he was just going to the toilet, but those who didn't would have thought he had left the safe zone, and he was immediately targeted by several girls as a farming opportunity.

Good luck! Shall we have chicken tonight?

Li Zhihan glanced at him and nodded.

Then she pressed the "plus" sign on the calculator and then pressed "1".

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What does it mean?

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't react, Li Zhihan pressed it again, but this time she pressed it very quickly, and all she heard was a "plus one" sound.

Now I understand, it's a homophone for "Go for it!"

"Uh, I will."

Lin Mo scratched his head. Just then, the loudspeaker came on, reminding students to go to the exam hall. A bunch of people came out and were attracted by Han Shen, looking in this direction. He felt a little embarrassed.

Guo Huowang and his group had already made a strategic retreat. Wangzi shouted things like he wanted to become light and almost jumped off the building.

"Shall we go then?" Lin Mo patted his forehead to clear his head, realizing that staying here wasn't a good idea, so he said.

"111." Li Zhihan pressed the calculator and nodded.

Do you need to use the restroom?

"111."

"Uh, you can't go to the same toilet as me, pressing the button won't work."

"222."

"No, I can't go into the women's restroom either. You'll have to go by yourself."

A short while later, everything was ready. Lin Mo arrived at the examination hall with his stationery, feeling as if he had been given a buff by the beautiful girls, making it difficult for him not to do well on the exam.

High hopes are being placed on them?

Well, not exactly. It's just that none of them wanted him to be demoted.

With Han Shen and the class monitor around, and the powerful figures behind the scenes manipulating things, whether or not someone is demoted is just a joke.

But the encouragement that he hopes will be better on the exam is genuine.

In short, he has to do well on the exam.

Rewards for doing well on the test include, but are not limited to, Han Shen's licking, Huang Mei's stockings, Xi Bao's Wing Chun, and Hu Meng's... no, I'll pass on the idiot's reward.

The negative information the system gave Hu Meng left him somewhat bewildered. It was hard to imagine that this girl could stay by his side for decades. Hmm, was it the persistence of a silly beauty?

If I had been harsher with her yesterday, I might have scared her away.

There was no way he could say anything; he was too soft-hearted. Faced with such a pitiful girl, even without the system's reminder, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.

As for the class monitor being too timid, Lin Mo suspected she had some ulterior motives but hadn't said anything.

While thinking.

"Prepare for the exam."

The proctor walked in, and a small commotion broke out in the examination room.

There was no other reason than that the proctor happened to be Ye Yisong, a beautiful teacher who was practically an external brain for proctoring the exam.

I was feeling frustrated halfway through the test, but just one glance at the beautiful teacher's serious expression helped me.

When the sun is crooked, the mind will be clear and the eyesight will be clear.

"Quiet down." Ye Yisong frowned, glanced around, and the students in the examination room dared not speak.

But they all seemed unusually excited, like the girl next to Lin Mo.

Damn, she looks like a prostitute, laughing like a madwoman, how perverted.

"What are you looking at?" The girl noticed Lin Mo's scrutinizing gaze. He was quite handsome, but unfortunately, he didn't look like a boy, otherwise she could fantasize about him too.

However, according to Little Red Book's bible, she treats all such stalkers as sexual harassment.

"If you keep doing this, I'll tell the teacher!" the girl warned.

Lin Mo stared blankly. Damn it, as expected, female prostitutes are either perverts like Huang Yaoyao or boxers who read Yilin.

I remember watching Han Shen in the exam hall, and she never dared to talk to me like that!

Unable to bear it any longer, he immediately retaliated by raising his middle finger.

The infatuated girl blushed when she saw Lin Mo give her the middle finger. Taking advantage of Ye Yisong passing by while handing out test papers, she suddenly said in a high-pitched voice:

"Teacher, I'm reporting this person! He's been looking around suspiciously; I suspect he's trying to copy my test!"

"?"

This is truly an idiot. What's the most frequently used three-character app on this woman's phone? It's so hard to guess.

"Idiot," Lin Mo said bluntly.

"Teacher, look, he's still cursing!"

However, as Ye Yisong's cold gaze fell upon her, the girl's tone softened.

"Mind your own business," Ye Yisong said coldly.

"Oh"

Then, Ye Yisong looked at Lin Mo and whispered as she handed him the test paper:

"Don't check the answers after the Chinese exam. Take an early lunch break so you're well-rested for the math exam in the afternoon."

"Good teacher."

"Yes, this monthly exam is very important for you. The difficulty level is moderate to high, which is suitable for you to perform well. Keep it up," Ye Yisong reminded him again.

"Yes, teacher!" Lin Mo saluted.

The bond between teachers and students is thicker than blood!

For the past two weeks, he's been going to the office all the time, and every time he asks a question, he'll casually fix something small for Teacher Ye, or get some hot water and tidy up the table.

Now the benefits are showing, hehe.

I really want to improve, Teacher Ye.

After the teacher left, Lin Mo raised two middle fingers at the little fairy next door, whose face had turned pale.

"Stupid."

Put aside your personal qualities and enjoy a life of immorality.

Do you even know what "connections" means? Whose life is that? Go back to playing your Happy Beans game!

The girl was furious, but Lin Mo didn't care; the idiot's red glow was better than any curse.

The exam got off to a good start; justice was served.

After getting angry at the idiot, Lin Mo looked at the exam paper. As usual, he looked at the essay question first.

I read through the material briefly.

The topic is roughly: when faced with choices that determine the future, is it possible to have your cake and eat it too?

For some reason, Lin Mo started thinking about his future.

Is it impossible to have both?

From the moment he got close to Xibao, he stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, I'm full of passion, so let them kill or torture me as they please.

You might think, "Why not just avoid things that haven't happened yet?" Isn't he the source of the tragedy?

Dodging my ass! If he considers gains and losses and responsibilities in everything he does, wouldn't he become a greasy middle-aged man?

Lin Mo no longer regarded the system as a cheat code; he could only sense the powerlessness within his future self from those pale words.

Perhaps this is the only time he can do it? Or perhaps God couldn't bear to see him suffer and gave him a second chance?

With this in mind, Lin Mo first wrote an essay topic.

"Regardless of the future, regardless of the past."

It's very literary, haha, but I can't help it, teachers love this kind of thing.

The debate about not being able to have your cake and eat it too is nothing more than considering past responsibilities and worrying about future consequences.

He only values ​​the present.

If you don't even have the courage to have both, then forget about having your cake and eating it too.

One cannot simultaneously possess youth and the feeling of youth.

The future in his mind repeatedly reminded him how precious the girls were at this moment, and how important his feelings were.

"Tsk."

Lin Mo smiled wryly. "He's starting to contemplate life just by writing an essay."

Maybe it's because I've heard "Go China!" too many times these past two days, forget it.

Please, you're only eighteen. What are you talking about marriage with me about? I wouldn't even push the IF line for someone from the corner of the world, okay?

I'll take it all; at worst, I'll just cut it in half.

"Achoo!"

In the first examination room, Li Zhihan sat alone at the first table in the first row, feeling lonely at her high position.

She probably felt cold because of her seat in the front, and she sneezed like a kitten.

"equals sign".

After finishing her essay, bored, she habitually took out her calculator and pressed a button.

Everyone in the exam room was stunned. Even the proctor, Lao Ni, was dumbfounded, staring at the calculator in Li Zhihan's hand, feeling a lump in his throat.

The girl paused, shrank back, hugged the calculator, and looked at the teacher apologetically.

"Ah, it's alright, let's continue the exam." Old Ni, as expected of a senior teacher, quickly took control of the situation.

With everyone's attention diverted, Li Zhihan no longer needed to bury her head in the sand.

She glanced at the clock; there was still a long time to go.

They're all classrooms, but they're quite different.

Having grown accustomed to Lin Mo's presence in the classroom, sitting in the exam hall now, with that jovial boy no longer at the desk in front of me, I felt an emptiness inside.

In the past, whenever she was bored, she would stare out the window in a daze.

In the small town of Shi'an, there is a lot of rain and clouds.

The clouds drift across the sky, like lambs, chicks, puppies, and even a mother.

She remembered that her mother was deaf and, like her, could not speak.

When it comes to speaking, her mother only knows two words: her name.

Every time, she would shout very loudly, "Zhihan! Zhihan! Zhihan!"

My dad said that my mom learned to pronounce these two words by shouting them out. She started shouting them out from the moment she was pregnant with me, and she would shout them out every day until her throat became inflamed.

Before her mother passed away, she always thought her name was "Bullet" because her mother could never pronounce it clearly and would call Zhihan "Bullet".

So, she named her dog "Bullet," and she would call the dog by its name, just like her mother did.

But her mother and the puppy both left her.

Hmm. As for the rest, I can't remember.