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

Lin Mo: Are you asleep?

Li Zhihan: No, what about you?

Lin Mo: I don't have any either.

Li Zhihan: Oh.

This is a dialogue between immortals that would baffle even an AI.

Last night, Lin Mo figured he had nothing better to do, so he decided to do some practice tests. As for refreshing his status, he didn't plan to do it often, especially when it came to sleeping.

Sleeping is a kind of happiness. If you can't even wake up from your sleepiness, wouldn't you be working like a tireless ox or horse all year round?

Finally, after about half an hour of no response from Li Zhihan and hearing the girl's even breathing, Lin Mo hung up the phone and went to sleep.

Despite staying up all night, Li Zhihan's voice is really beautiful and incredibly sweet.

It sounded nice, but she seemed unable to speak properly, her voice hesitant and awkward, with a slightly... well, whimpering quality.

After each sentence, the girl would take a deep breath to catch her breath, then catch her breath for a while before continuing to whine.

I understand everything I understand.

In short, Lin Mo usually wouldn't dare to let that sound out, because he would definitely be stared at with strange looks.

Speaking of strange looks.

When Lin Mo looked at Xu Lingxi, who was trapped inside his seat, she saw a small, helpless, and pitiful figure.

Her gaze was now distant as she silently reached out and took the shumai back, somewhat embarrassed as she stole her breakfast, while simultaneously trying to start a conversation:

"You were working on your test paper very late last night."

The implication is that you haven't been dating anyone else, huh? I thought you'd... you know.

"Yeah, I need to work harder, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with you," Lin Mo deliberately dragged out his words.

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback, and shyness was about to burst out.

"The results," Lin Mo added.

"."

"Then good luck." Xu Lingxi rubbed her stomach, feeling a little disappointed for some reason. Was it because of her period that her emotions were hard to control?

Why are you clutching your stomach?

Lin Mo looked at the emotion tags above the girl's head, which returned to normal and showed [Menstrual cramps], [Unhappy], [Wrongly blamed him].

Oh, it's my husband's wife who's having her period.

Xu Lingxi blushed when asked the question and scooted her bottom further in. "My stomach is a little uncomfortable."

"Let me rub it."

"Huh? How can you rub it?" Xu Lingxi exclaimed in surprise. Before she could finish speaking, Lin Mo's hand had already reached out.

The girl's pupils dilated and contracted.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around in the morning, and he only refrained from touching her through her school uniform.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and surprisingly, she felt a little bit more comfortable.

"Would you like me to listen to your heart and lungs?" Lin Mo asked seriously.

"Auscultation? You can do that too?"

Xu Lingxi instinctively wanted to refuse, but she was indeed feeling unwell, which made it difficult for her to concentrate in class.

Then, considering that Lin Mo knew both massage and acupressure, she simply gave in.

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

But as soon as the girl nodded in agreement, Lin Mo suddenly lowered his head, startling her so much that she tried to shrink back, but she was already cornered against the wall with nowhere to retreat.

His ear was only a centimeter or two away from her stomach, and Lin Mo was practically lying on her lap like a little baby.

Xu Lingxi held her breath.

"I'm talking to your stomach and trying to stop it from hurting."

"So how did it go?"

"It says it's not called Stomach, it's called Chu Yuxun."

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This is unbelievable! What kind of nonsense is this?! You quack!

Just as Xu Lingxi was about to explode, Lin Mo looked up in time.

The effect of the refresh button depends on whether he can concentrate or not. He wonders if being closer and focusing his attention can suppress the girl's pain.

But it didn't seem to have much effect; the physiological pain that was constantly being generated could only be suppressed for a short while each time.

Lin Mo glanced at the shumai on the table again.

"Don't eat this." Lin Mo took the shumai away. "It's a bit cold already, and there's too much oil in it."

Xu Lingxi paused for a moment, but she was so hungry.

But after reaching out halfway, she obediently withdrew her hand after hearing his words.

When she looked up again, Lin Mo had run out with the shumai in his hand, as if afraid she would eat it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Xu Lingxi felt as if the time he was away had stretched on endlessly.

But the moment I saw him, time suddenly seemed to shorten considerably.

Lin Mo ran back, covered in sweat.

"What are you doing? Went for a morning run?" Guo Huowang was about to get some water when he saw him and paused, then asked in surprise:

"Aren't you afraid of sudden death? Staying up all night and running like crazy?"

“I went to the class monitor to complain offline, saying that you don’t respect her and add her on QQ without permission.”

"Damn! It's born!"

Lin Mo returned to his seat.

He carried a warmed milk and a box of cafeteria breakfast to Xu Lingxi's table.

The girl stared at the scene, speechless.

Now he openly cares about me, whereas before he would hide it.

"You're always starving, you'll be malnourished, no wonder you have menstrual cramps." Lin Mo wiped his sweat.

"The milk was just warmed up, and the lunchbox contained brown sugar water boiled with donkey-hide gelatin and eggs, which is much more effective than ginger tea or anything like that."

"Oh, oh." Xu Lingxi, the little rabbit, nodded. She was about to open the breakfast box when she was burned and pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted.

So hot!

After her first thought flashed through her mind, she immediately glanced at Lin Mo's palm.

His hands were already bright red.

Did you really carry something this hot all the way back in your hands?

"Drink it while it's hot, or it'll be time for your morning reading." Lin Mo reached out and lifted the lid for her.

"Mmm," Xu Lingxi murmured in response, picked up the spoon, and sipped the tea. She hadn't tasted the flavors of donkey-hide gelatin and brown sugar in a long time.

Suddenly, she felt like crying again, but she was afraid that her tears would drip into the soup and taint his good intentions.

She would never know that Lin Mo's constant concern stemmed from his deep worry about her health and the uncertainty surrounding her future.

Because there was so little information, he could only prepare meticulously for the life-or-death crisis more than a decade from now, starting with every little thing and changing Xu Lingxi's lifestyle.

Everyone talks about the butterfly effect, but it's easy to say.

But when truly facing life and death, Lin Mo dared not be careless, nor could he let go of any butterfly that might lead to tragedy.

After a while,

Having eaten and drunk most of the eggs and milk, Xu Lingxi's stomach felt much better, whether it was due to the medicine or the positive effect of the warm feeling in her heart.

As she scraped the remaining syrup with a spoon, she glanced at Lin Mo out of the corner of her eye.

He was dozing off; he looked really sleepy.

So tired, yet still rushing around for her.

"Lin Mo," she called softly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mo replied groggily without opening his eyes.

"Have you never liked a girl before?" Xu Lingxi didn't know why she asked that question. As soon as she asked it, she regretted it and her cheeks turned red.

However, thinking about what he said to her the night before last seemed to negate the legitimacy of his previous confession; it seemed he only wanted to be friends with her.

Of course! She just wanted to be his deskmate!

I feel... a little inexplicably disappointed. If that confession wasn't driven by any ulterior motives on his part, and if it was just a silly prank, then something feels off, and I'm really sad.

It was as if something that could have been her treasure had been easily thrown away. That kind of sadness.

"Uh..." Lin Mo opened his eyes and stared at her for a while, making Xu Lingxi too afraid to move.

He suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, closed his eyes again, and slumped onto the table, muttering incoherently:

"Loved."

"Who? Who is it?" The girl asked nervously, biting her spoon. She was just curious!

Nine-year compulsory education.

"."

I said it's normal.

"Then it's you. Thanks for the invitation, but I'm so sleepy, I'll just have to die for a bit."

After Lin Mo finished speaking, he closed his eyes and lay motionless on the table.

Only the girl, her heart pounding wildly, sat upright, her body tense, a tingling sensation masking the trembling brought on by the ambiguity.

Suddenly, the sky outside the window changed color; dark clouds gathered, and a gust of wind arose.

A sudden gust of wind blew, making her hair stick to her eyes and feel a chill.

"Holy crap, where did this wind come from? How come the typhoon is really blowing towards Shi'an?" Guo Huowang and Li Yu quickly held down the exam papers, neither of them liking to tidy up, the papers were being blown everywhere by the wind.

"Damn stupid school, they don't even give us a holiday when there's a typhoon!"

"born!"

For a moment, the classroom became a little noisy.

Xu Lingxi brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, squinted, and was about to get up to close the window.

Suddenly everything went black. The boy, who had just been fast asleep, now stood up as if by muscle memory, his tall arms shielding her from the wind, and he reached out and pulled the window shut.

"Click."

He closed the window and went back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

Xu Lingxi's heart, which had just calmed down, began to pound again.

She was panting, her gaze involuntarily falling on Lin Mo, the wind that had just blown up ruffling his hair.

The girl's hand, too, involuntarily, slowly reached out.

Xu Lingxi had lost track of what she was doing; her eyes were filled with circles.

However, unable to resist, driven by an instinctive emotional impulse, I gently stroked his wind-blown hair.

"Slap." Her hand was grabbed, bringing the girl back to reality. She was so embarrassed that she almost covered her face and cried.

Lin Mo, wearing a mask of pain, thought to himself that he had become Zhang Huaimin too, and looked at her blankly.

"What's wrong again?"

"Um... a typhoon is blowing," Xu Lingxi said, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of tears.

"Oh, it shouldn't be that soon, it hasn't rained yet," Lin Mo said, letting go of her hand.