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

It's all Bai Limeng's fault!

I don't know why, but it's all Bai Limeng's fault.

Oh, no, this time there were clues.

He remembered that last night, Bai Limeng bought milk tea and suddenly dragged him to buy a super thick taro milk tea.

Hu Meng was also there last night, laughing foolishly along with Bai Limeng, and kept repeating "thick tea" and "milk".

Lin Mo was stunned when he heard this, thinking they were going to say something like "so sweet".

Anyway, he had nightmares that night, dreaming of white pears and constantly chanting about thick, thick, thick tea paste milk.

"Ugh!"

Li Zhihan was stunned when she saw Lin Mo suddenly start to self-harm.

Then, she carefully tucked her long legs back under Lin Mo's chair.

After all, she had long legs, and the girl didn't like to close her legs, so she often stretched them out under Lin Mo, her heels touching the tiles, wobbling around.

But because she was wearing short socks today, her ankles were also white and couldn't be covered up, unlike her small hands which could be tucked into long sleeves.

The socially anxious cat remains as self-protective as ever.

She was afraid that Lin Mo would go crazy and kneel down to lick her ankles; just thinking about that scene made the girl's shoulders tremble.

I don't mind it, after all, my old puppy always liked to lick me.

But Lin Mo was just like a dog, but ultimately not a dog. She didn't reject it, but she was also afraid. Her timid nature was still etched in her heart.

For the sake of scientific dog fishing and for Lin Mo's hygiene, Li Zhihan reluctantly tucked her legs together.

She never expected that a casual suggestion would be remembered so fondly by Lin Mo.

But seeing Lin Mo in so much pain, the aloof girl pouted slightly and pressed a button on the calculator.

"1."

"Huh? You agreed?" Lin Mo looked up.

Li Zhihan shook her head, then picked up her pen and wrote on the paper.

"It's negotiable."

"Hmm," Lin Mo looked at her, pondering, "Why are you discussing something that's consensual?"

"When will we discuss this?"

"I don't know." Li Zhihan wrote, then stopped, the pen cap resting against her cheek, creating a small dimple.

The art style remains aloof, yet it also adds a touch of adorable silliness to her otherwise cool demeanor.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on her dimples, thinking that if she smiled openly, those dimples would be even more adorable.

For girls like this, the bed smells better than KFC.

Is it really that soft? Let me knead it.

"Uh, the sports meet is coming soon. If I could win a few gold medals..."

Lin Mo didn't finish speaking.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the classroom, followed by several dummy figures sliding into the classroom.

"What a moron, you idiot principal! You've been talking for half an hour about delayed dismissal!" Guo Huowang was furious. He had just come in and wanted to turn on his computer to watch short videos.

The first thing they saw was Lin Mo sitting in the corner, chatting and laughing with Han Shen.

“Born! Born!” Guo Huowang cursed, somewhat used to it, without directly naming names.

When Qiu Wuqi, Li Yu, and the others came in, they also looked at this with disdain.

“There’s something dirty inside, damn it, the privileged class,” Qiu Wuqi said. “They’ll behave themselves the day they fall out of favor.”

Li Yu pushed up his glasses. "It'll be quick. There are only so many hooks for men; they'll eventually sell out."

"Look closely, this man is called Xiao Shuai," Guo Huowang gritted his teeth, but then suddenly felt that Li Yu's words made sense, so he opened Douyin and started scrolling.

Several boys gradually gathered around the podium, forming a Maginot Line of watching short videos.

"Lin Mo! Why didn't you go down to raise the flag?!" The girls in the second group arrived. Huang Yaoyao pulled Chen Wenxin in and ran in. Chen Wenxin was forced to smile bitterly as she was pulled along.

"Wenxin is going to write down your name! Just you wait! Wenxin, you see, I told you he ran away!"

"Han Shen wants to see me about something." Lin Mo leaned back, not looking at Huang Yaoyao, but staring at Chen Wenxin and smiling.

When Chen Wenxin met his gaze, the steam rising from the stairs made her cheeks flush slightly, and she returned a gentle, reserved smile.

If Zhihan needs him, then it must be something serious, since he's the person Lao Ni has chosen and who can act as Zhihan's messenger, so it must be business-like.

"Yaoyao, Lin Mo has something to do, don't take it so seriously."

"Wenxin! Just spoil him!" Huang Yaoyao cried, "You've all changed, waaaaah!"

"Hey, hey, what are you saying?" Chen Wenxin sighed helplessly and had no choice but to take out a bag of bear-shaped biscuits, open it, and feed it to Huang Yaoyao.

Huang Yaoyao chewed noisily, glaring fiercely at Lin Mo.

But as she stared, she saw Lin Mo also open his mouth.

Chen Wenxin paused slightly, and the cookie she was about to offer to Huang Yaoyao suddenly stopped. Hesitantly, she was about to offer it to Lin Mo on the other side.

"?"

Fortunately, Lin Mo was just joking; he then stretched out his hand, begging for food.

"Give me two pieces."

"Oh, here you go." Chen Wenxin smiled awkwardly and handed him the whole bag.

Huang Yaoyao stared at Chen Wenxin's natural actions, her Sharingan eyes wide with a deathly pale expression.

"Wenxin, were you just trying to feed Lin Mo directly into his mouth?" she questioned.

"No," Chen Wenxin said somewhat awkwardly, tucking her hair back. She glanced at Lin Mo out of the corner of her eye and, seeing that he had no expression, felt a little relieved.

I should have fed him faster.

It would be so comforting to feed him snacks by hand, not in a weird way, but more like a feeling of mental satisfaction.

But it's kind of weird, it's really hard to refuse him.

Lin Mo is so big, yet she really wanted to hug him and rub him.

It's like raising a small animal. Raising Lin Mo is similar to raising a puppy. She will bark and protect her owner, stand up for her, and play with her. As long as you feed her more snacks, she will always be full of energy.

Running with him at night feels like walking a dog—it's a strange analogy, but there's a strange sense of satisfaction and companionship in it.

Aside from the fact that it's difficult to hold and play with, it does everything else perfectly, which is a shame.

"Yaoyao, can you feed me a cookie?" Chen Wenxin thought of something and took out a small bag of cookies and handed it to Huang Yaoyao.

"Huh?" Huang Yaoyao was stunned. She opened the cookie in a daze and held it to Chen Wenxin's mouth.

Chen Wenxin ate it in one bite. She was a little shy; if it were Lin Mo instead...

During the sports meet, she and Lin Mo will both be running long distances. When they reach the finish line, she will definitely be fed. Will Lin Mo be waiting for her at the finish line with water and chocolate? She can then accept his treats without any problem.

Conversely, she could also wait for Lin Mo with water and chocolate while he was running, feeding him with an excuse and without fear of gossip.

Then, things wouldn't be so awkward, right?

Thinking about it this way, Chen Wenxin's cheeks began to flush again, and she couldn't help but look forward to the next two days even more. Oh, and there's also the extracurricular book, Dragon Raja, which she can read then, and she can chat with him during breaks at the sports meet.

"Wenxin?" Huang Yaoyao was stunned to see Chen Wenxin blushing at a visible speed. Could feeding her something trigger some kind of switch?

Who has the switch?!

Who turned her Wenxin into this?!

After a while, the students in the class slowly arrived, and most of them were talking about the delayed dismissal of school.

Xu Lingxi returned to the rabbit hutch, and Lin Mo pulled up a chair and locked her inside.

The girl seemed uninterested, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"Baby, who made you unhappy?" Lin Mo asked seriously, looking every bit the domineering CEO.

"For every tear you shed, I will slaughter a city. Come, tell me, who is it?"

Seeing his funny antics, Xu Lingxi couldn't help but laugh and lightly punched him.

"Get out of here!"

After laughing, Xu Lingxi sighed:

"Because the principal said that school would end ten minutes late at noon, which would mean ten minutes less of lunch break."

"And it's only the senior year of high school that's delayed," Xu Lingxi said aggrievedly. "By the time I get to the cafeteria after school, there won't be anything left to eat."

Upon hearing this, Guo Huowang also turned around, indignant:

"Principal Sima was born into this family; he'll be killed by the Great Luck sooner or later."

"They say they're opening up special meal slots for senior high school students, but how can freshmen and sophomores be so well-behaved?! They just pretend to be seniors and go there to take over."

“Indeed,” Li Yu agreed. “Principal Deng even said he’d personally come to the cafeteria to supervise. That’s hilarious. Does he even know the difference between senior students and other grades?”

"You can't even find a horse to beat tiles like this." Qiu Wuqi came after hearing the news. The chubby boy was a social butterfly, wandering around and cursing the principal to everyone he met.

"Hmm?" Lin Mo listened for a while and felt that this matter was indeed outrageous, and thought about how to counter it.

Anything that makes Xibao sad must be eliminated!

"Hey, hey." Guo Huowang gestured behind him, "Why don't you talk to Han Shen? The responsibility for the entire grade rests on your shoulders."

"Justice!" Qiu Wuqi chimed in. "While you're still in favor, hurry up and advise Han Shen to teach this idiot principal a lesson."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. Although it was just a matter of Li Zhihan's word, Ba Hanbao didn't like to have contact with school leaders.

Li Zhihan's social anxiety has a threshold. Currently, as long as Lin Mo is around, or in this familiar class, she can still remain calm.

But once she leaves Lin Mo's comfort zone and gets involved in various troubles outside the class, the girl's old problems recur.

If you can solve it yourself, try to avoid bothering her to ask.

"Hey, Li Yu, do you think the principal will be standing guard in the cafeteria?" Lin Mo asked after considering it carefully.

“Yes.” Li Yu stroked his beard. “So, what’s your plan?”

"Yes." Lin Mo crossed his arms and chuckled.

"Okay, when you get out of school at noon, run faster and run with me, as fast as you can, and try a sliding tackle if you can."

Lin Mo patted Li Yu on the shoulder, "Who else in our class can run fast? Call them all up."

"?"

"I'm very mysterious right now."

Everyone was confused.

It was close to lunchtime when Lao Ni was teaching his fourth class, but he suddenly had ten extra minutes, which meant he wasn't prepared enough, so he simply left the class for the students to study on their own.

The students in the class also poured out their grievances to him, and the middle-aged, Buddhist-like man had no choice but to shake his head and sigh.

A higher-ranking official can have absolute power; only when he gets promoted can he truly be powerful.

"Qingning, it can't be that bad, can it?" Zhang Xinyi glanced at the calendar, then at Shen Qingning, her maternal smile losing its luster.

A week has passed, and I still can't stop thinking about it.

At this moment, Shen Qingning pulled out the reading summary again and looked at it.

But I don't look at the new ones this week, I only look at the ones from last week, and I even cover them up with the ones from the new week to secretly look at them.

Even Zhang Xinyi, a professional fan of romance novels, couldn't hold back anymore.

She actually designed a progress bar for Lin Mo's affection and intimacy levels, recording the progress she observed between Lin Mo and the beautiful girls every day.

Currently, Shen Qingning is at the very bottom.

To be honest, Zhang Xinyi originally thought highly of her class monitor, Shen Qingning, after all, she could see that Shen Qingning was somewhat repressed and stubborn.

She was just waiting for someone to teach her best friend, this seductive little vixen, a lesson, but now Shen Qingning herself was stuck, seemingly confused about something.

The deputy class monitor was extremely anxious. "Don't fall behind! Everyone else is practicing diligently, what are you doing?!"