Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Although the atmosphere had been unpleasant, it gradually eased up once they got into the car.

After all, they were a group of teenagers in high school, a period filled with immense pressure. The mention of outdoor activities naturally sparked excitement and enthusiasm.

The journey to Nanshan took about an hour and a half.

On the bus, some were playing around, others listening to music, and some engaged in lively conversations.

Not long after getting on the bus, Qi Lin, sitting behind Chen Mo, leaned over the seat back and patted him. "Don't take it personally. I should have given a heads-up in the group chat."

Chen Mo turned around. "I changed my mind at the last minute; it's not your fault."

"Then enjoy yourself today," Qi Lin said, knowing about Chen Mo's hospital visit last night. "I've counted; at least half the people think it's too hot and won't be riding. There's a newly built open-air pool at the top, and we have a barbecue planned for tonight. Just come here to relax."

Chen Mo asked, "You're starting from halfway up the mountain?"

"Yeah," Qi Lin nodded.

At this moment, the person next to Qi Lin, who had been looking down at their phone, looked up, eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Do you want to ride?"

Chen Mo shook his head. "No, I don't."

Xi Siyan gave him a piercing glance. "Good."

Indeed, he did not ride.

However, when those who chose to ride reached the temporary station halfway up the mountain and started off, they soon heard the characteristic sound of a struggling electric scooter behind them.

By then, those who had taken the bus up the mountain had already left.

And the person who was supposed to be in the car was now straddling the electric scooter, wearing a light blue helmet. The wind blew his white outerwear, making it billow as he easily leaned into turns with his long legs touching the ground.

The group was still relatively close together, just a few steps apart.

A few people recognized him.

"Damn, Brother Mo, what are you doing? Trying to make us jealous?"

"I'm jealous too; it looks so cool. I want to ride one too."

"How did you even come up with this brilliant idea?"

The electric scooter ignored them and slowly overtook them, but then a song started playing.

Riding my beloved scooter,

I'll never get stuck in traffic.

Riding my beloved scooter,

I'll be home in no time.

...

The group behind: "..."

"..."

"Guys, let's catch up to him!"

With his solo effort, Chen Mo had stirred up everyone's envy. The group finished half the distance in record time, laughing and cursing all the while.

During a break, someone looked around the road.

"Where's Chen Mo? Is he behind or ahead?"

Someone replied, "He must be ahead. His two wheels are faster than our two legs, especially since this is uphill, and he doesn't need to pedal hard."

"I doubt his battery will last until the top."

"If it doesn't, that would be hilarious."

"What are we waiting for? Let's keep going. It's our turn to mock him."

...

Despite their fiery determination, Chen Mo, whose scooter was indeed running low on power, found himself pushing it near the summit.

This year, Nanshan was not fully developed yet. Standing at the top, one could occasionally see houses hidden among the mountains and forests, with the winding roads resembling a giant dragon, giving a sense of peril.

On this perilous road, someone was pushing the electric scooter slowly.

Not long after, a red-and-black bicycle slid up behind him, making a distinctive screeching sound as it braked.

"Out of power?" Xi Siyan, one foot on the ground and sunglasses lifted, looked at him.

Bathed in the setting sun, the silhouette of the person in front of him was outlined in a golden glow, making his features more distinct. Chen Mo was certain he was the one leading the pack.

Chen Mo glanced at the scooter and nodded. "Yeah, almost out of power."

Xi Siyan looked up at the summit. "Can you push it up?"

Chen Mo pointed forward. "Are you offering to help if I say no?"

When the group caught up, they found that the scooter was indeed out of power.

But the person pushing it was not Chen Mo.

He had swapped to a familiar bicycle, while the president, who always came in first, was pushing a small electric scooter that seemed out of place with him.

Everyone started to tease him.

"Bro Xi, what's going on? Your good deeds are making it hard for us to mock you."

"Do you remember when I broke my leg? Do you recall what you said to me then?"

Xi Siyan didn't care about the usual crowd that rushed here like wild dogs, all getting off their bikes to walk.

He asked, "What did I say?"

"You said, 'After emphasizing safety so many times, how could you not hear? Are you deaf?!'"

There were sighs all around.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Painful memories, can't hold onto them."

"The legendary bike god of Nanshan has finally been lured away by some outsider."

"Yeah, by a guy riding an electric scooter."

Xi Siyan kicked each one of them.

"All you know is talking."

Chen Mo, the outsider, watched the commotion and then raised his hand to speak. "Do you know what he said when he decided to push that electric scooter?"

The others curiously asked.

Chen Mo repeated every word: "When you mock others, you're quite capable, aren't you? Does Nanshan purify your soul or nourish your body, making you rush here to get scolded?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

They all chimed in, "Old Xi, that's not right. How could you treat a sick person like this? We all saw last night's video. Young Master Mo's waist is thinner than paper; be nicer to him, okay?"

"Yeah, if you're so good at talking, you should say more."

"Chen Mo, ride back and let me scold you some more."

...

No one expected that the final few hundred meters would be walked.

Around the mountain top were several bed and breakfasts, forming a small resort, though it wasn't fully developed yet. The sweaty group rushed to their pre-booked accommodations to wash off the stench.

The bed and breakfasts were uniquely built.

All the rooms were on the second floor.

Chen Mo naturally paired up with Lao Gou.

After receiving the assigned keys, Chen Mo changed clothes in the room. About half an hour later, Gou Yiyang finally arrived, fashionably late.

Lao Gou flopped onto the bed as soon as he opened the door.

"Exhausted?" Chen Mo asked, wiping his hair.

Gou Yiyang turned his head and opened one eye to look at him. "You wouldn't understand the exhaustion of riding a bike up here. Renting a broken scooter doesn't count. If there were another two hundred meters, I'd be meeting my grandfather. Oh, wait, he passed away ten years ago."

Chen Mo found this amusing. "You didn't need to emphasize the last part."

Chen Mo took out fresh clothes for him from the bag.

"Rest a bit and take a shower."

Gou Yiyang rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mo continued wiping his hair.

Gou Yiyang looked at him pensively. "I heard a lot of nonsense today. Want to know?"

"No," Chen Mo refused.

Gou Yiyang immediately grabbed him. "Are we brothers or not? Are we brothers? If I don't clear this up tonight, I won't be able to sleep."

Chen Mo was pulled and said, "Talk."

"Do you like Xi Siyan?"

Chen Mo paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "What made you come up with such a ridiculous conclusion? Your shrunken brain?"

"Damn! I knew it couldn't be true." Gou Yiyang punched the bed. "Today, those guys who fell behind were talking trash. They almost said that your rivalry with Yang Shule isn't just because of your relationship but also because you're both rivals in love, liking the same person. It scared me."

Chen Mo casually draped the towel over a chair in the room.

"Do you believe such nonsense?"

Lao Gou rubbed his short hair and muttered, "Who knew you'd come out so suddenly? That night, even though it was just friends who wouldn't spread it, you should know this can't be hidden forever."

Chen Mo looked at him. "I am gay, but does that mean I have to like a guy?"

"How do you know you really like guys unless you try?"

Chen Mo replied, "I can't get aroused by the opposite sex. Is that reason enough?"

Gou Yiyang froze on the spot.

You stuttered for so long that you turned your own face bright red.

Though seventeen and eighteen are turbulent years, at most they would hide some erotic manga in their desks and watch mildly explicit videos together. Who would casually talk about such things as if it were normal.

Making yourself sound like someone with a lack of sexual interest.

Gou Yiyang was still pondering this matter even after he came out of the bathroom.

When he emerged, Chen Mo was lying on the bed, and Gou Yiyang's gaze involuntarily drifted downward.

The person holding his phone, legs crossed, half-lying there, seemed to have eyes on top of his head, "If you look again, I'll gouge out your eyeballs."

"Damn." Gou Yiyang said, "I can no longer look at you calmly."

The one who claimed he couldn't look directly.

When a few girls knocked on the door asking if they wanted to go up to Cloud Peak to watch the sunset, Gou Yiyang instinctively stood by the door blocking the view.

He hadn't forgotten that the person sleeping on the other bed was only wearing shorts.

No matter what, he had to maintain his brother's dignity in front of the opposite sex.

"Going?" a girl tiptoed to peek inside.

Gou Yiyang, using his broad frame to block the view, turned to ask the just-awakened person, "They're asking you, MoMo, going?"

After saying that, he got hit on the head with a pillow.

"If you can speak properly, we'll go."

Gou Yiyang cursed under his breath.

The two girls in front covered their mouths, giggling.

Nanshan had a dedicated platform for watching the sunset, and when they arrived, there were already some people there.

Sun Xiaoya was handing her phone to Xi Siyan to take photos.

Xi Siyan leaned against the corner of the railing without refusing.

After fiddling with it for a while, adjusting the angle, he took a few shots and handed the phone back.

The girls huddled together, excited: "I told you he takes good photos; he never disappoints."

As they scrolled through, they let out an "Eh?"

"Xiaoya, there are still photos of Chen Mo on your phone?"

Sun Xiaoya then remembered the photo Xi Siyan had sent her, which she had saved.

Looking at it now, the boy lying on the hospital bed late at night seemed lost in thought. His pale face conveyed a fragility from illness. Even the IV stand beside him complemented the scene, making the viewer's heart tighten.

It felt like: Although he is sick, he looks damn good!

And he looked so vulnerable.

The girls let out various exclamations, and upon seeing the person in the photo, they noticed he had also come up to the viewing platform.

Unfortunately, the sickly aura was gone, replaced by a lazy expression as he gazed at the sunset.

Leaning against the railing, chatting idly with others, he looked like a cat about to hibernate.

Provided no one disturbed him.

—

"Fucking gay. Disgusting."

When this voice sounded, Gou Yiyang, who was still next to Chen Mo, could guarantee that everyone around them heard it.

Gou Yiyang thought, "Oh no."

His worst fear had finally come true.

Although society today is quite accepting of homosexuality, there are always those who vehemently oppose it, labeling those who like the same sex as effeminate or neither male nor female.

Even though anyone with eyes could not associate Chen Mo with such terms, he had publicly admitted it.

Ironically, the person cursing now was one of the ones Yang Shule had brought into the club.

The boy was a bit skinny, with protruding teeth, and his eyes habitually darted away when looking at people.

Someone who looked so insecure and silent jumped out to say such things after learning that Chen Mo had publicly declared himself gay.

Someone nearby muttered, "Isn't he from Class Six?"

"Back then, the school raised funds for him because of his family's poverty. Only Yang Shule was willing to bring him along and include him in club activities."

"I didn't realize he was like this. How crazy!"

"But who exactly is he talking about when he says 'gay'?"

Various voices surrounded them, and the boy with the protruding teeth lifted his gaze again, pointing straight at Chen Mo, "Are you too scared to admit it now?"

Chen Mo gave a light laugh.

The wind at the mountaintop gently blew his hair.

He remained leaning against the railing, "What am I afraid to admit?"

There was an uproar around them.

This time, unlike the last when Chen Mo had said something in a closed space and other matters had distracted most people's attention, he was speaking in a place where not only were there people from their activity but also scattered tourists.

Once admitted, this news would spread through every corner of No. 1 High School at an unimaginable speed.

"You admit it then!" The boy's voice was initially hesitant but grew increasingly agitated: "Being gay and not keeping a low profile, even going around proclaiming it. You, you..."

"What about me? Go on."

Amidst the various gazes around him, Chen Mo remained composed, as if daring the boy to continue.

The boy seemed intimidated and couldn't muster the words for his next sentence.

Finally, Chen Mo stood up from the railing.

"You're right."

"I am gay."

Chen Mo took one step forward after another.

His half-smiling, half-serious demeanor made those who had seen him act before start to feel afraid.

One by one,

"Mo, forget it, forget it."

"This guy must be off his rocker today; usually, he's so quiet."

"He's probably not thinking straight; don't take him seriously."

As these words were carried to Chen Mo's ears by the wind, he had already reached the boy.

Everyone was on guard, ready to intervene if Chen Mo made a move.

In fact, the boy's face had turned pale when Chen Mo stood in front of him.

"Do you hate homosexuals?"

"If you hate them so much, why do you seek attention? Aren't you afraid I'll keep staring at you with disgust?"

"Have you ever seen what real homosexuals look like? They embrace someone of the same gender, maybe kiss, and then have sex, and..."

Chen Mo's voice was very low.

The wind at the viewing platform was strong.

No one could hear what he was saying clearly.

They only knew that with each sentence, he took a step forward, forcing the boy to retreat step by step.

Until he backed the boy against the railing.

In the boy's increasingly desperate gaze, Chen Mo whispered like a demon, "Give him a blowjob."

"You, you're crazy!"

The crowd only heard the boy's anguished cry, followed by him pushing Chen Mo away and running down from the viewing platform.

And the person who had admitted his orientation so nonchalantly was now holding onto the railing, laughing wildly and happily.

Others: They were... quite curious about what he had said.

Only Gou Yiyang, who had already been shocked, guessed that whatever Chen Mo said couldn't be good.

Someone tried to ask.

But they found that Xi Siyan, who had been closest to the two earlier, finally moved.

He didn't do anything.

Walking beside the laughing person, he asked, "Happy now?"

"I've always been pretty happy; someone's just offering entertainment." Chen Mo turned his head and saw it was him, "What? Did you hear?"

"Just seeing you happy, didn't want to disturb you."

"Wasn't it because the content was too explicit, polluting your ears?"

"Looks like you know better than to deny it," Xi Siyan's gaze was inscrutable, and he finally scoffed lightly: "Loose lips."

This should have been a sensational scene.

Like "No. 1 High School's Tyrant Turns Out to Be Gay," "Rich Young Master's Unknown Sexual Orientation," or "New Generation's Sexual Orientation in Question, Where Is Society's Hope?"

In the end, it became nothing more than

—how the school tyrant drove someone mad with just his words.

This curiosity persisted into the evening.

On the mountain's grassy field, the boys skillfully set up the barbecue grills, while the girls borrowed various ingredients from the guesthouse to prepare.

Everyone was busy with their tasks, and the atmosphere was lively.

Of course, this excluded a small group of people.

The boy who had been scared away by Chen Mo at the viewing platform refused to reveal what Chen Mo had said, no matter how others asked.

Yang Shule and a few others were sitting on the grass nearby with the boy.

It was unclear whether they were comforting or persuading him.

"Really scared?" Gou Yiyang squatted next to Chen Mo, holding a very short folding stool.

The inhuman person was lying on a folding chair, fanning himself with an elementary school math workbook he had found in some corner of the inn.

Hearing this, he casually glanced over, "If he's really scared by those words, I'm worried he's not just poor but a caveman."

Gou Yiyang retorted, "Your mouth is truly vicious."

"Then don't eat it."

Chen Mo pretended to take away the barbecue tray in front of him.

"No, no, no." Gou Yiyang tried to grab it, "You can't even eat, what good does taking it do?"

Chen Mo refused to give it up, leaning back to avoid him.

"Oh!" As Gou Yiyang exclaimed in surprise, Chen Mo's stool wobbled and seemed about to tip over.

Passing by, Qi Lin steadied him with his knee and placed a bowl of soup in front of Chen Mo, "Here, your invalid meal. No need to thank me."

Chen Mo turned around, "Where did you get it?"

"It wasn't me," Qi Lin gestured to the left, "Old Xi asked the innkeeper to make it for you. It's longan, red date, and yam soup. He told me to remind you not to eat the barbecue, respect your fragile stomach."

Chen Mo looked over.

Xi Siyan was mostly dressed in sportswear.

He was standing in front of the barbecue grill, looking quite skilled.

Someone called out to him, "Brother Yan, your skills are amazing. You could definitely survive by opening a barbecue stall."

Xi Siyan was sprinkling seasoning, and laughed, "You sure know how to flatter."

Chen Mo picked up the soup and slowly walked over.

He stood in front of the barbecue stand.

Xi Siyan looked up briefly, "Craving it?"

"I came to thank you." Chen Mo lifted the bowl.

Xi Siyan noticed what he was holding and nodded, "How is it? I've known the innkeeper here for a long time; his cooking is decent."

"It's good," Chen Mo said, "Suitable for me."

Xi Siyan chuckled, "I hear a hint of resentment there. Whose fault is it?"

This made Xi Siyan recall something, and his smile faded slightly as he reminded him, "Don't stand there, all the smoke will get on you."

Chen Mo obediently moved aside, watching him cook while listening to others chat with Xi Siyan.

Chen Mo enjoyed tonight's scenery.

The wind was gentle, the stars above were bright, and the moon showed only half its face.

He sipped slowly, and before he knew it, the bowl was empty.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone call, "Brother Yan."

Yang Shule, who had been far away, had somehow come closer.

Xi Siyan looked up, eyebrows slightly furrowed, "What's up?"

"Over there." Yang Shule pointed at the boy still squatting on the ground, then glanced at Chen Mo standing beside him, implying something, "A Qi's condition is not right. You know he's sensitive due to his family situation. When you agreed to let him join the club, you wanted to help him, but now he won't talk or eat. I don't know what to do."

Xi Siyan paused in his actions and looked at Yang Shule, "He targeted someone without reason this evening, and you don't know why?"

Yang Shule was taken aback, "I don't know, Brother Yan. Why would you ask me that?"

Xi Siyan didn't say anything, nodding, "Bring him over."

Before leaving, Yang Shule stared straight at Chen Mo for several seconds. Soon, the boy named A Qi was brought over.

This spot was already central.

Now many people were looking, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere.

Xi Siyan handed his work to two other boys, walked to a nearby table, pulled out a pack of wet wipes, wiped his hands, and turned to the boy with his head down.

Xi Siyan: "Lift your head."

Chen Mo watched clearly as the boy named A Qi was crying again.

His eyes were swollen like walnuts, and his nose was red.

Xi Siyan pointed at Chen Mo, who was holding an empty bowl, and asked A Qi, "I won't ask you anything else, just one question: do you really hate him so much that you can't eat or speak because of him?"

The boy named A Qi glanced at Chen Mo and quickly looked away.

In a dry voice, he said, "No."

"A Qi," Yang Shule suddenly spoke.

Everyone began to sense something was wrong.

Xi Siyan remained calm and said to A Qi, "Continue."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

No one expected him to suddenly break down. The boy squatted on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his hair. "It was a moment of impulsiveness. Classmate Yang Shule introduced me to the club, and I envied how you all could always laugh and chat together, so happy. Today, on the way, I saw that Yang classmate was in a bad mood. I heard him say Chen Mo is gay, and if this incident blew up, he wouldn't be able to stay at school anymore. I... I... in a moment..."

The boy stammered through his words, his sobs sounding pitiful.

Yang Shule felt the gazes around him and his expression changed. "A Qi, why are you dragging me into this?!"

"Sorry." The boy sniffled and stood up from the ground, his head bowed. "I'm really sorry. I thought you hated him, so... can you please ask your parents not to revoke my scholarship?"

Yang Shule stepped back in anger.

First disbelief, then fear as he looked at Xi Siyan's expression.

Indeed.

"Your family's scholarship?" Xi Siyan curled his lips. "That's what you told others?"

Yang Shule panicked and explained, "This is a misunderstanding, Brother Yan, I..."

"Enough."

Xi Siyan tossed the crumpled wet tissue into a nearby trash bag.

"Using ambiguous words to mislead others, and trying to distance yourself from it right under my nose." Xi Siyan's tone was mild, but everyone present felt a chill. He looked at Yang Shule and the boy. "The scholarship won't be revoked, but starting today, both of you are expelled from the club. Don't let me see you at any future activities."

His words were like a drop of cold water hitting hot oil, causing a chain reaction that stung everyone's skin.

Everyone around them drew in sharp breaths.

Xi Siyan swiftly concluded the matter.

Putting an end to it.

—

In the evening, a group of them went to the outdoor pool and swam for half an hour.

Chen Mo didn't get in the water.

Wrapped in a towel, he sat by the shore and coached a few non-swimmers, only to end up getting splashed and drenched from head to toe.

"I feel great." Lao Gou was still excitedly talking about what happened an hour ago on their way back to the room. "I really thought the guy from Class Six was an extreme opponent of homosexuality. Who knew, who knew, Yang Shule got what he deserved."

They were the last to return, and the inn had already quieted down.

Gou Yiyang sighed, "Now, your rival status is confirmed."

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Chen Mo pulled away his hand while walking.

Gou Yiyang grabbed the hem of his shirt as they climbed the wooden stairs, exaggerating, "You're being ungrateful. Who did Xi Siyan do this for?"

Chen Mo stopped. "Wasn't it because he wanted to clean house?"

Chen Mo thought, he had clearly asked him, "Who told you I liked guys?" Knowing someone who likes him is always around, he might have wanted to kick them out long ago.

So Chen Mo occasionally wondered.

Yang Shule called Brother Yan happily at the dinner table many times in his past life. Was it truly one-sided?

Chen Mo didn't want to think about it anymore and didn't want to continue this conversation with Lao Gou.

He turned and headed upstairs.

Their room was at the corner of the second-floor corridor.

Just a few steps forward, they heard voices coming from the corner ahead.

Yang Shule was sobbing.

The person standing in front of him leaned against the wooden railing of the corridor, looking up and meeting Chen Mo's gaze.

Yang Shule didn't notice them.

He continued, "Brother Yan, I didn't mean it. Yesterday, Sun Xiaoya and the others said those things about me, and today they helped Chen Mo. It was a moment of impulsiveness. But I didn't tell A Qi to say those things."

"I admit I don't like him and don't want to be at the same school with him. I know I don't have the right to say these things, but what else have I done wrong? I also treat my parents as real parents. Why must I suffer all this?"

"Even you." Yang Shule raised his head stubbornly and looked at the person in front of him. "He's been in the spotlight lately, and you keep helping him. Why?"

Xi Siyan shifted his gaze back to the person in front of him.

His voice was cold. "If you could put yourself in others' shoes, you wouldn't ask such questions. I'm not helping anyone. If you have issues with the decision, report it to the school."

Xi Siyan stood up to leave.

"I love you!"

Everyone froze.

Gou Yiyang cursed and stumbled, dropping the basin in his hand onto the wall.

Yang Shule finally noticed the two people behind him.

He glanced back at Chen Mo, lost in thought, then looked back at Xi Siyan.

"I love you."

"Very early on."

"In the past, I didn't dare to say it, always following you secretly. I know that I'm not even as good as my past self now, but I still want to tell you—I like you, very much, so much that anyone appearing beside you makes me jealous to the point of madness."

Gou Yiyang clearly felt like going mad.

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "This old habit of feeling awkward for others is acting up again. Who can save me? Can we leave first?"

Chen Mo remained calm.

He was used to this.

But he still spoke up, "Excuse me."

Just as they were about to pass by, Yang Shule suddenly grabbed Chen Mo.

"What's the matter?" Chen Mo asked, looking at the hand on his arm.

Yang Shule stared at him intently, "Chen Mo, are you openly coming out, or do you have someone you like?"

Gou Yiyang frowned beside them, "Yang Shule, are you under some kind of stress? Can you stop being so irrational?"

Yang Shule insisted, "Then answer me."

"Answer you," Chen Mo said slowly. "I thought about it carefully. I don't care because you're too immature. I don't have any interest in competing with others about who comes out first. Who I like or don't like—what does it have to do with you? Oh, there is one thing: someone like you, I wouldn't look at twice."

"Chen Mo!" Yang Shule's face flushed red with humiliation.

At this moment, Xi Siyan spoke up, "Let go."

Yang Shule released Chen Mo as if burned.

Xi Siyan did not rush to deal with the situation; his gaze swept over Chen Mo, his brows slightly furrowed, "Swimming?"

At this time, Chen Mo was only wearing a thin shirt.

The white towel draped over his shoulders could not hide the nearly transparent fabric clinging to his waist. Standing in the corridor, his physique was almost entirely visible.

Unfortunately, the owner of the body had no awareness of it.

"No, no," Gou Yiyang noticed Xi Siyan's changing expression and quickly explained, "Someone splashed water on him."

Xi Siyan glanced at his watch, "It's late. Go back to your rooms early. We'll meet at nine sharp tomorrow morning."

"Yes, boss." Gou Yiyang dragged Chen Mo away, "Understood. We'll leave right away. You guys can continue talking."

After closing the door, Gou Yiyang patted his chest and asked, "Scared to death. What would happen if we stumbled upon the class president being confessed to?"

Chen Mo replied indifferently, "They'd tell us to go back to our rooms and not be late tomorrow."

"Don't you find it curious?"

"Curious about what?"

"How the class president will respond."

"Oh, not interested."

Late into the night, Gou Yiyang suddenly sat up in bed.

"Chen Mo."

"Chen Mo."

"Do you want to die?"

"I remembered something. When you said you couldn't stand someone like Yang Shule, why did Yang Shule seem like a teased bride?"

In the darkness, Chen Mo's voice sounded as if he was at the end of his patience.

"If you're staying awake just to insult me, let me tell you, I'm neither top nor bottom—I'm your dad."

The person being scolded dared not utter a word.

Silence fell.

The bus ride back the next day was still lively.

However, those who paid attention would notice that one seat was empty.

Someone in the group asked, "Why isn't Yang Shule here?"

"He was picked up by his family's driver in the middle of the night."

Discussions began to increase.

Many started forming small groups.

"Because he was expelled from the club?"

"It seems more than that. His roommate said he cried for a long time last night, apparently after confessing to the president and getting rejected."

Shock: "What??"

"He confessed??"

"Not surprising, right? It was an unspoken thing. The important part is that he got rejected."

"Xi Siyan was so strict when he expelled him. I knew these two wouldn't work out."

"A psychopathic-level asexual, his world lacks emotion."

"Lacks emotion +1"

By the time the car pulled up to the main gate of No. 1 High School, it was nearly noon.

The final version had become No. 1 High’s godly school heartthrob angrily dumping his childhood sweetheart, leaving him with only two questions: Tsinghua or Peking University.

Getting out of the car, everyone was paying attention to Xi Siyan's movements, trying to discern any clues from his face.

Sure enough, his face was still as handsome as ever. There wasn't even a hint of fatigue, let alone dark circles.

Apart from a few who needed to buy something, most headed straight back to school.

Then, at the entrance of No. 1 High, many watched in amazement as their so-called emotionless President Xi, in the next moment, hooked someone by the collar at the entrance.

He tapped the notebook, "Register."

The new school bully had slept all the way in the car and looked lazy, his voice slightly magnetic, and his gaze carrying a hint of displeasure, "Didn’t we already take attendance?"

"Sign if I tell you to, no questions."

"Okay." The person took the pen and scribbled in the notebook, with two tufts of hair sticking up on top of his head.

President Xi: "What did you do last night?"

"Don't ask." The school bully's expression was indescribable, "I don't want to answer this question."

After signing, he handed the pen back.

"Can I go now?"

The person being asked glanced at him, as if it hurt his eyes, "Hurry up and go."

After shooing him away, he called him back.

He handed over a key.

"Huh?" The sleepy person was confused.

President Xi: "New dorm key, room 413."

Everyone present from the experimental class was stunned.

Not because of anything else, but because they knew Chen Mo lived in a mixed dorm, and the experimental class dorm slots were already full. Even those who didn't live on campus had reserved slots.

It was a special arrangement by the school for afternoon naps.

Room 413 was famously known as the genius dorm at No. 1 High.

Chen Mo looked at the key, "This is too much trouble, I don't want to move."

"You must move," Xi Siyan closed the notebook, "I specially applied for it for you, to be in the top ten, this is your only option."

The classmates behind them were almost moved to tears.

Who said President Xi lacked emotion? He clearly loved deeply.

Of course, if the anger in the school bully's eyes wasn't so obvious, they would definitely be perfectly matched, yes!