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

[Mo]: I don't know. It depends on whether you're willing to try. Sincerity will work.

[Han]: Can't you do without me?

They asked again, so it seems they are genuinely considering it.

Simply guiding her with curiosity might not work, but if he adds his vulnerability and need, Li Zhihan is much more likely to step out of her comfort zone.

【默】: Not at all.

【Han】: Okay.

The next second, the phone rang urgently.

Lin Mo answered immediately.

He had a lot on his mind, but he relinquished the initiative and waited for Li Zhihan to speak for the first time in a real sense.

There's a big difference between written words and spoken words. Accustomed to learning, she's adept at both writing and typing, but this doesn't erase the scholarly air about her in her communication.

They also cannot escape the sense of distance brought about by written language.

Putting aside the question of love, if we can't get Li Zhihan to speak up, then everything else is just nonsense.

"call"

I could hear her breathing through the receiver, and faint whispers of her hesitant words.

A purring sound, like a kitten sucking milk.

Accompanied by the gulping sound of swallowing saliva,

There was also the rustling sound of the girl's feet pacing restlessly on the tatami mat, and the tapping sound of her fingers trembling as she gripped her phone and tapped on the screen.

She seemed to lie down, then sit up, then lie down again, unable to find a suitable posture to speak.

"It's not what I imagined?" Lin Mo asked upon seeing this.

"."

"Okay, it's windy outside now, go to the window."

Then, there was a rustling sound, and the girl probably stood up on the bed, followed by a very short and faint "heh heh" sound.

Lin Mo also walked to the window, turned his phone's microphone outward, and recorded the sound of the wind.

"Can you hear the wind?" he asked.

A sudden, violent flapping sound came from the phone receiver; I guessed it was her nodding rapidly, causing her hair to rustle and shake.

Thinking of this scene, Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

It gives you the illusion of a real-life trash-talking king.

But in reality, even after Li Zhihan became familiar with him offline, she didn't actually show any signs of social anxiety.

She was simply unfamiliar with the feeling of speaking, unfamiliar with this more intimate form of communication than writing. Naturally, someone who had been staying at home for a long time would be awkwardly speechless when suddenly asked to bargain at the market.

So, just let her forget that she's interacting with people.

"Try holding your phone away from your face, don't look at it, face an open space, and speak into the wind."

The wind picked up a bit on the phone, and the noise subsided; the girl must have done as he said.

"Is the wind strong?" Lin Mo called out.

A moment later, a sound, seemingly carried on the wind, came—a melodious, sweet, and enchanting murmur.

"Big Mmm."

After Li Zhihan uttered a single word, she seemed to let out a small burp; in any case, she was quite surprised.

The wind subsided abruptly, while the girl's breathing grew rapid as she drew closer.

She brought it closer again.

Once the line is crossed, it will happen again and again, countless times.

"Because a typhoon is coming." Lin Mo steered the conversation back to their usual routine.

"A typhoon is coming," Li Zhihan murmured.

A trembling voice, mingled with the soft rustling of the wind before a storm.

It still sounds incredibly good.

Indeed, the essence of social anxiety is being a repeating machine.

PY a novel with multiple female protagonists~

Chapter 75 Lin Mo loved her for nine years

"Holy crap, what were you doing last night?"

When Guo Huowang arrived at the classroom early in the morning, he saw that Lin Mo had two terrifyingly dark circles under his eyes.

If it were him, this symptom would only appear when there are many deer.

Upon seeing this, Guo Huowang couldn't help but wonder if Lin Mo had taken off in the middle of the night.

"I'm tired of loving." Lin Mo rolled over on the table, glancing at her deskmate, Xu Lingxi, who had just arrived at the classroom.

The girl arrived unexpectedly late today; I wonder if it's because of the new dormitory.

"Who have you fallen in love with?" Guo Huowang became interested, thinking to himself that there was still gossip about love and hate early in the morning.

“I loved her for nine years, and she hurt me for nine years,” Lin Mo said.

"Holy crap? Who did you date for nine years? Was it a childhood betrothal?"

Guo Huowang gloated. He had previously misunderstood Lin Mo, thinking he was a super popular guy, but it turned out he was just a sycophant.

Since that's the case, the matter of him adding the class monitor and Han Shen on QQ can be wiped clean.

Xu Lingxi, carrying her schoolbag and appearing to be in a bad mood, had just sat down when...

Then I heard the two of them talking about something like, "Lin Mo has been in a relationship for nine years."

It was Lin Mo himself who said it!

Suddenly, my already bad mood was hit like a bolt from the blue, making matters worse.

Who can I date?

Li Zhihan? The two of them do look very familiar with each other.

The girl, who had instinctively reached out to ask Lin Mo for her breakfast, suddenly pouted, looking aggrieved.

Xu Lingxi's rationality told her that Lin Mo's love life was none of her business.

She wasn't that bothered. They'd agreed to be friends and good classmates, and they'd said such nice and touching things, promising to help each other and celebrate her birthday.

They must have a very good relationship.

Since that's the case, she doesn't want to interfere in his privacy; she just wants the right to know, the right of a good deskmate to know.

It wasn't until the class monitor came to see her last night that she belatedly realized Lin Mo was hiding a lot of things.

I'm suddenly so angry, and she even came today.

Angry!

I'm not eating anymore!

"boom!"

When Xu Lingxi sat down and took out her pencil case, she slammed it hard on the table, startling Lin Mo and Guo Huowang.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Mo glanced at the screen and couldn't find that the woman who defeated the system had made a limited-time return.

"Nothing much." Xu Lingxi pouted, glanced at her drawer, and saw a bag of shumai lying there. She put it back in Lin Mo's drawer.

"?"

I can't understand it; a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

"Damn, everyone's here so early? Are they all crazy from reading?"

Just then, Qiu Wuqi walked over, munching on a meat bun, and started cursing at Guo Huowang.

"Hey, hey, look at Lin Mo's dark circles, it's all from heartbreak. Bi Yang's nine-year relationship has vanished."

Wangzi did not respond to Qiu Wuqi's rudeness, but instead pulled him aside to gossip.

"Holy crap, you're a lolicon for nine years?!" Qiu Wuqi exclaimed in shock, unable to finish his meat bun.

"Even puppy love doesn't start this early, does it?"

"I heard someone wants to eat purple eggs. Who's a lolicon?" Li Yu also arrived. Upon hearing this, he immediately adjusted his glasses and transformed into a Grim Reaper elementary school student, carrying out his duty of justice.

“It’s from Biyang.” Guo Huowang pointed at Lin Mo. “They dated for nine years and broke up last night.”

"That's not the case."

Lin Mo chuckled. "Actually, her name is Nine-Year Compulsory Education."

"I was working on my exam paper until midnight last night, and I was so sleepy."

"Born!" Guo Huowang exclaimed, his voice blazing. "You motherfucker, you're trying to fool your buddies, aren't you! And you're even secretly studying! Are you studying until midnight to prepare for graduate school entrance exams?!"

"No fun, just a waste of time," Qiu Wuqi commented, continuing to eat his steamed bun and turning away.

“No matter what, even a dog like Juan Gou has to eat purple eggs,” Li Yu said.

"Actually, I was doing my exam paper while having an online romance with a beautiful girl," Lin Mo said solemnly.

"That's enough, Bro. Adding a couple of friends doesn't make you think you're all that," Guo Huowang said with utter disdain.

"I'm just too lazy to add people, it doesn't mean I can't add them on QQ."

"Then I'll talk to the class monitor and ask her if she agrees with your idea." Lin Mo pretended to take out his phone.

"Damn it! I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop. The class monitor is someone you can't mess with. Playing around is fine, but don't joke about the class monitor." Guo Huowang begged for mercy.

Lin Mo smiled, put down his phone, and spared Wangzi's life.

Last night, after trying to get Li Zhihan to speak, things got out of control.

Just like last time when we asked her to try sending messages and chatting on QQ, the girl was in a completely different state once she started talking.

Although she didn't talk much, Li Zhihan would ask him a few words on the phone every few minutes:

'Have you got a meal yet?'

After Lin Mo replied that he had eaten, the girl would remain silent for five or six minutes before continuing to ask:

'I ate some too.'

A few minutes later, she would ask again:

What did you eat?

Again and again

She spent about an hour asking those few questions.

In short, Li Zhihan is still not good at talking to people. Even on the phone, she has to think for a long time before answering a question or a question.

But she just didn't want to hang up, like a little girl who'd just gotten a new toy—naive yet playful.

This kept Lin Mo from sleeping, as he had to reply to her every few minutes or so.

Late at night, the two had a conversation that went something like this:

Li Zhihan: Are you asleep, Lin Mo?

Lin Mo: No, but it will be soon.

Li Zhihan: Oh.

Li Zhihan: Lin Mo, are you asleep?

Lin Mo: (Startled awake) I couldn't fall asleep.

Li Zhihan: Oh.

Li Zhihan: Do you want to ask me?