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

"But Lin Mo is truly despicable! See? Isn't this despicable? But that's exactly what Lin Mo did! Class monitor, you have to stand up for our Zhihan!"

Huang Yaoyao was filled with righteous indignation and was about to throw herself into Shen Qingning's arms again, but Zhang Xinyi lifted her up with one little finger, and she flailed and cried in the air.

"I didn't see it, so it doesn't count." Shen Qingning waved her hand, indicating that she should leave Huang Yaoyao aside.

"How can it not count!" Huang Yaoyao was shocked. "Don't believe me? Ask Xixi! Oh right, Lin Mo also snatched her answer sheet!"

Xu Lingxi was copying essays at her desk when she heard her name called and looked up.

"Isn't that right, Xixi? Did Lin Mo do something bad?" Huang Yaoyao waved her arms in the air, which was quite comical.

"Hmm, no, I don't think so." Although Xu Lingxi was a bully at home, she would still favor her bad classmate outside.

"He was just looking at the answer sheet."

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Shen Qingning sighed and waved to Zhang Xinyi again.

Zhang Xinyi smiled knowingly and tossed Huang Yaoyao back onto the bed like a little pig.

Huang Yaoyao lay on the bed in a daze for a while, feeling that the dormitory had changed.

She's clearly the class monitor's dog, the vice class monitor's dog, Han Shen's dog, and Wen Xin's dog. She's the most loyal one!

It seems like whenever Lin Mo is mentioned, she has no say in the room.

Xi Xi and Lin Mo are deskmates, which is fine, but even the class monitor is.

No, the reading summary that Qingning just looked at was the page with Lin Mo's essay printed on it.

Xixi is currently copying Lin Mo's essay!

It's been contaminated! It's been contaminated! Lin Mo has invaded this dormitory!

"Eek!" Huang Yaoyao screamed, then, as if remembering something, she put on her slippers and rushed out of the dormitory, running towards the dormitory next door.

"Wenxin! Wenxin! Open the door!"

Huang Yaoyao waited anxiously at the door for almost a minute before Chen Wenxin opened the door, her face flushed.

"What's wrong, Yao Yao? I'm already in bed."

Huang Yaoyao saw the reading summary in Chen Wenxin's hand, and then she saw Chen Wenxin's flushed face. Her face suddenly turned pale.

"Wenxin? You...you've caught it? You've caught Lin Mo?"

"What? What strange thing are you talking about?" Chen Wenxin frowned.

"Then why is your face so red?!"

"I just finished showering, and then I looked at my essay before going to bed," Chen Wenxin said.

"Yaoyao, you should go to bed early too, don't stay up late."

"Wenxin, what did you and Lin Mo do this afternoon? Why are your legs weak as soon as you get back?"

"I invited him to run together. Isn't there going to be a sports meet? You're the one who signed me up for the long-distance race."

"A running trip?"

"Ah."

"Wenxin, please don't do this, I beg you, sob sob sob."

"Yaoyao! Keep your voice down, my roommate is already asleep. If you don't leave, I'm going to call Xinyi to come and take you away, or she'll beat you up." Chen Wenxin said helplessly, holding her waist.

As she spoke, her phone rang in her pocket. When the girl picked it up, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Okay, that's all. Go to sleep early."

Chen Wenxin looked at her phone, as if something more important had come up. She lost patience with Huang Yaoyao and closed the door.

Huang Yaoyao stood bewildered in front of the corridor door. As she turned her head, her own dormitory door suddenly closed.

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She hasn't gone back to her dorm yet!

Huang Yaoyao was on the verge of tears. She pressed her face against the door, about to cry and knock, when she heard a burst of laughter and chatter inside, talking about Lin Mo and all that.

She was stunned for a moment, and then belatedly opened her phone and tapped on the class group chat.

[Mo]: Someone in the next village is holding a funeral.

[Silence]: (Image)

The picture shows Lin Mo taking a selfie wearing a Spider-Man mask, making a peace sign at the camera, while a child behind him is getting his bottom burned by an electric mosquito swatter, with flashes of electricity.

[Mo]: The village's centenarian passed away, and a little brat is clamoring to absorb a hundred-year-old soul ring. I gave his dad an electric mosquito swatter. Family, did I do the right thing?

[Guo Huowang]: The whole place erupted in laughter, Bro.

[Qiu Wuqi]: 666, and there are special effects too, this is really the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.

[Li Yu]: Where did you get the Spider-Man mask? And you even carry an electric mosquito swatter with you when you go out?

[Mo]: Picked up from the scrap yard, and he even picked up a bunch of scrap. How can he make a living?

[Xie Oubao]: Cool, let me wear it.

[Wenxin]: Why do you go out every night? (clasped hands)

[默]: Hard to say.

[Han Zhiheng]: Brother, I understand you. When I was heartbroken, I often became a lonely night walker.

[Han Zhiheng]: Put on the mask, and you'll see right and wrong, black and white, and you'll find that the world is wrong.

[Mo]: Sigh, indeed.

【涵】：?

[Xinyi]: ?

【Xinyi】：@Han, ?

[Wenxin]: @Mo, what's wrong?

[Lime]: Tell me about it.

【Xinyi】: @Xixi, you type too slowly.

[Xixi]:?

[Mo]: Yu Yu is planning to pretend to jump off a building, and then release water down when there are many people below.

[Mo retracted a message]

[Guo Huowang]: Born!

[Qiu Wuqi]: Even Satan is kind compared to you.

[Yang Jianshen]: I eat, poet.

[Wenxin]: Haha.

[Huang Yaoyao]: How disgusting!!!

After Huang Yaoyao finished commenting, she stared intently at her phone screen, but she didn't see anyone supporting her; everyone was just using emojis and "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome").

Soon, her message was buried.

Qingning didn't ban him either, and even continued to interact with Lin Mo. Zhihan would occasionally reply with a little yellow bean, and Wenxin was also replying to him at a high intensity.

Except for Xixi, who is rather reserved and only uses question marks.

Upon seeing this, Huang Yaoyao's face turned ashen.

how so? !

Lin Mo dragged a bag of recyclables home. The recycling station was run by an old man. He tried to buy recyclables from the old man, but the old man refused to accept any money.

Weird.

After washing up at home, Lin Mo picked up a pair of binoculars that were so badly broken they looked quite expensive and even had an electronic display screen. He refreshed the screen.

back to normal.

It looks like an astronomical telescope? It's probably for civilian use, but it's good for stargazing.

I took a picture and sent it to Li Zhihan.

While waiting for news, he thought of Bai Limeng and wondered how she was doing.

The sharing feature is already closed, so it shouldn't be involved in that kind of thing anymore, right?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo decided not to disturb them and returned to her bedroom to get a good night's sleep.

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The blanket is gone, no, the sheets are gone too, and the pillow...

Lin Mo instantly realized something was wrong and rushed out to knock on Bai Limeng's door.

"Bai Limeng! Where's my blanket?!"

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With no one answering, Lin Mo had no choice but to find her house key and turn the key to open the door.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard a strange noise.

Chapter 127 The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl

(Simple and unadorned accompaniment)

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It has quite a rhythm.

Lin Mo frowned and stepped back behind the young woman's bedroom door.

Bai Limeng should pay him for hearing this "evil" music.

The main problem is that she didn't close the door, leaving a gap about the size of a palm.

Lin Mo only saw a pair of long, slender, and beautiful legs draped over the edge of the bed. The long legs suddenly straightened and then relaxed in rhythm, swaying and disturbing the air. After swaying for a while, they suddenly straightened again.

She was also wearing a layer of uneven, light black silk stockings.

Without a doubt, she tore it herself, or she found it that Lin Mo had torn for fun before and wore it as a prop.

This despicable bourgeois sentimentality must be severely criticized! Arrest them! Criticize them!

Lin Mo observed for a while and felt that something was wrong. Even if Bai Limeng was doing something bad, she should have noticed him when she heard the door open.

Unless something went wrong, the fact that it can still move clearly indicates that it is still conscious.

If this woman can plot to conquer him for life, how could she be so careless on QQ Space?

The supplementary payment is suspicious.

With this in mind, Lin Mo calmed down, first suppressing his gun fire, then deliberately making footsteps as he coughed as he walked towards the balcony.

Balcony, washing machine, classic.

The washing machine is washing clothes—well, to be precise, Bai Limeng's underwear, and his duvet cover and sheets.

He opened the washing machine lid, bent down and smelled it. Fortunately, there was laundry detergent in it, and it had a lavender fragrance.

Bai Limeng had done this before, with a 50/50 chance of using laundry detergent and a 50/50 chance of not using it.

However, after the sheets and duvet covers were washed and dried in the sun, Lin Mo couldn't tell the difference; they all smelled nice.

You can only smell it when it's freshly washed.

Wait a moment.

Lin Mo thought of a terrifying possibility: could it be that Bai Limeng's scent was actually lavender, since her shower gel was often the same one?

She never used laundry detergent?

So much so that sometimes whether you can smell it or not depends entirely on your physical condition and the secretion of your body odor.

No way.