Chapter 97 “Main Text Complete”

Chapter 97 "Main Text Complete"

The fiftieth anniversary celebration was grand and magnificent. The speech by outstanding graduates was just a small part of it, but this did not affect the countless admiring or curious glances Chen Mo received from the moment he stepped off the stage until the end of the celebration.

The event concluded at three in the afternoon.

Lao Xiang said he would treat them to dinner, but before that, he asked Chen Mo to go to the current Class One of Senior Three to boost the morale of the students.

Chen Mo felt he wasn't suitable for the task. After all, his high school experience was seen by others as a classic example of an underdog's comeback, but in reality, it wasn't entirely so. Facing a group of Senior Three students, whether telling them not to worry too much about the college entrance exam or advising them to study hard and make a final push, neither seemed appropriate.

So Chen Mo unscrupulously passed the buck, pointing to Xi Siyan, who was chatting with other graduates Lao Xiang had taught, saying, "I really can't do it. You should ask the class monitor."

"Calling him won't help," Lao Xiang refused. "He didn't even go through Senior Three."

Lao Xiang's disdain made Chen Mo feel a strange sensation.

It seemed as if Xi Siyan, who graduated from a prestigious foreign university, was worthless.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Isn't getting recommended in the second year better than going through Senior Three?"

Xi Siyan walked over at that moment, placing his hand subconsciously on Chen Mo's back and asked Lao Xiang, "Did you mention my name? What were you saying about me?"

Lao Xiang's gaze fixed on Xi Siyan's action, not in a good mood, "Nothing. I asked Chen Mo to go to the classroom and talk to the students, but he pushed it onto you."

Lao Xiang's gaze was too obvious. Instead of backing away, Xi Siyan moved closer to Chen Mo's back.

"Don't I qualify to speak?" Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow.

Lao Xiang was the only teacher who knew something about their past relationship. After Xi Siyan went abroad, Lao Xiang had always observed Chen Mo's dedication to his studies. He didn't believe it was unaffected by Xi Siyan.

Seeing the relationship between these two students now, Lao Xiang felt a sense of understanding and some relief about Chen Mo's state. He looked at Xi Siyan without a good face, "Chen Mo is my most talented student. It's naturally better for him to go."

"Most talented student?" Xi Siyan's lips twitched, "Why does it sound like you scolded him after the college entrance exam results came out?"

Lao Xiang felt a pang in his heart.

Not wanting to recall it, he waved his hand, "Then you go. Go and give them a good talk."

As soon as Lao Xiang left,

"Did I hurt him?" Xi Siyan asked Chen Mo.

Chen Mo watched Lao Xiang's back and smiled, "Of course not. Actually, there was another reason he scolded me back then."

"What?" Xi Siyan asked again.

Chen Mo replied, "Before the college entrance exam, my math scores fluctuated a lot. Lao Xiang thought I had a problem with my mentality. He tried to counsel me multiple times, telling me to take things easy and that a breakup wasn't a big deal." Chen Mo laughed and rubbed his nose, "But actually, the points I lost in the exam were mostly in physics. He couldn't accept it, and his own mentality broke down a bit."

Chen Mo lightly brushed over those days.

Those days buried in endless problems, moving forward with his head down.

Chen Mo spoke lightly, but Xi Siyan turned his head to look at him, as if trying to trace every step Chen Mo took that year through his current appearance.

Then a faint kiss landed on Chen Mo's hair.

The current Class One of Senior Three was still the same classroom they had been in, and it was directly promoted from the second year without moving.

Chen Mo and Lao Gou stood quietly at the back door of the classroom with a few others from their year.

Watching Xi Siyan walk up to the podium from the front entrance, introduced by Lao Xiang.

Xi Siyan, dressed in a suit, exuded a sense of authority as he stepped onto the platform.

The entire classroom fell silent.

He gave a simple introduction, without any exaggeration.

The session was primarily a Q&A format.

At first, the students were very reserved.

Asked: "How did you get through Senior Three? Was the pressure also great?"

Xi Siyan replied: "I didn't go through Senior Three. I got recommended through the physics competition in the second year."

A collective gasp filled the room.

Asked: "Was studying easy for you?"

Xi Siyan replied: "Behind any impressive result, there's no easy road. I also had times when I was exhausted." He then added, "But relatively speaking, studying wasn't too difficult for me."

...

Whispers emerged from the back door.

"Xi Siyan is still so... infuriating."

"Doesn't he realize he might make these students feel hopeless?"

Yet, the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly lively and enthusiastic.

Questions started pouring in.

"How do we handle not being able to write essays in Chinese?"

"Is there any quick way to improve memory?"

"How old are you, senior?"

"What should you do if your family opposes your relationship with your girlfriend?"

"Have you ever had an early romance, Senior?"

For the final question, Xi Siyan nodded: "Of course."

Amidst the table-slapping and screaming, under Lao Xiang's warning gaze, Xi Siyan glanced at the last row of seats in the classroom and pointed his chin toward one particular spot. "The student sleeping there." When the boy in the school uniform was nudged awake and looked up, Xi Siyan asked, "At this time, that spot is the only one in the classroom where the sun shines directly, making it especially comfortable for sleeping, right?"

The boy looked bewildered, and others thought he was upset about someone sleeping during class, but suddenly Xi Siyan said, "The person I liked back then sat there."

"Damn."

"Whoa—"

"Senior, you're amazing!"

"Lao Xiang is going to eat you alive."

The emotions inside and outside the classroom reached their peak at that moment.

Chen Mo leaned against the back door, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, meeting the eyes of the person on stage. Through the silhouette cast by the afternoon sunlight streaming into the classroom, it felt like they were back in those days when Chen Mo would return from getting water and find him organizing discipline on the podium.

The students asked many more questions afterward.

"Are you still together with the person you liked or did you break up?"

"What is she/he doing now?" and so on.

Xi Siyan did not answer any of these questions.

When the session ended, the students rushed out and leaned over the balcony. They saw the person who had been on the podium ten minutes ago standing next to someone equally tall and leggy, the ideal partner every troubled teenager dreams of. They walked away side by side, creating an atmosphere around them that no one could penetrate.

Chen Mo paid no attention to the commotion behind him.

That night, however, Xi Siyan couldn't escape being force-fed alcohol.

After all, everyone in the same year knew that Chen Mo had sat in the back row of the experimental class from his second year until graduation.

Those who previously didn't believe anything had happened between them now said they were being unfair.

Xi Siyan accepted everything without changing his expression, his tolerance for alcohol seemingly bottomless.

It was Chen Mo who, amidst the crowd, unintentionally downed a deep water bomb. By the time Xi Siyan turned around and saw him, his face had darkened.

The person who handed Chen Mo the drink and tricked him was startled. "What's wrong?"

"He just had surgery for gastric bleeding before the New Year," Xi Siyan gritted his teeth.

He casually tossed his jacket to Qi Lin, then supported Chen Mo and led him to the restroom.

"Do you need to vomit?" Xi Siyan frowned beside the sink.

Chen Mo washed his hands briefly, then turned to look at him, his glasses fogged slightly from the alcohol, showing no signs of drunkenness as he leaned against the counter and shook his head. "No. Don't exaggerate; it's been a while since the surgery."

Xi Siyan didn't relax, rolling up his sleeves and calling someone to bring some medicine.

Chen Mo waited for him to finish the call, then asked, "Are you going back?"

"No," Xi Siyan replied, looking back at him. "Once we get the medicine, I'll give Lao Xiang a call, and then we'll leave."

Without warning, Chen Mo stood up and kissed him.

With one hand around his neck, he pushed Xi Siyan against the wall beside the sink, taking control, his tongue pressing in, tangling without any pattern.

Xi Siyan initially didn't react, but soon responded gently, and as the kiss gradually calmed down, he pulled Chen Mo back slightly by his neck, removing his glasses, his voice hoarse. "You said you were fine, but you're drunk."

"Just one cup," Chen Mo scoffed, remembering something from his past life. He had originally forgotten everything from that business engagement, but now vaguely recalled hanging onto Xi Siyan's neck on the street, drunk and disoriented, being pushed away by him.

Half-dazed, Chen Mo reached out to kiss him again, saying, "You were so heartless back then." He leaned closer, mumbling, "Don't push me away this time, kiss me."

Xi Siyan somehow understood what he meant, feeling a sharp pang.

Not only because of Chen Mo's overly direct initiative, but also because Xi Siyan felt a subtle dissatisfaction, sensing a barrier between himself and the past.

He pressed harder, his breath losing its steadiness.

That night, the private room of the gathering waited in vain for their return.

Finally, a message came through the group chat that they had left early.

Some disgruntled people bombarded them, saying it wasn't fair for them to leave so quickly.

They asked where they were and urged them to come back.

Chen Mo definitely couldn't return, as his phone kept ringing in the sofa crease while he, with wet hair, was pressed against the glass window, trapped in a position of no escape, losing all dignity.

His white shirt was rumpled and draped loosely over his wrist.

In stark contrast to Xi Siyan, who was fully clothed, Chen Mo's pale skin and neck bore suggestive red marks. His hand pressed against the glass, turning white from the force, was covered by another large hand, leaving damp fingerprints as evidence of their frenzied encounter. His voice was hoarse, no longer the clear tone he had used earlier on the school podium, the sounds leaking from his lips sending shivers down spines.

From behind, it was clear that they were not in Genting Bay's residence, but in the house Chen Mo had rented from Xi Siyan outside the school years ago.

Despite not having returned for years, the house remained largely unchanged thanks to Xi Siyan's early preparations, even brighter and more livable.

Chen Mo had nowhere to hide under the bright light.

Looking at his reflection in the glass window, he clung to Xi Siyan's arm, almost embarrassedly asking, "Did you install this glass window here just for this moment?"

Xi Siyan pulled him slightly away from the cold glass surface, pressing against his abdomen while biting Chen Mo's ear, hoarsely: "No, look outside."

Chen Mo let out a muffled groan, squinting through his wet eyelids to look outside.

Only then did he realize that from this position, he could see part of the teaching building at No.1 High School. And Chen Mo could see the classrooms of the senior year still illuminated, even reminding him of the times when he sat in class during evening study sessions.

Those regrets seemed less regrettable from here.

They were merely memories from his youth, far from being the end.

But at this moment, Chen Mo only felt inexplicable shame, insisting: "Let go."

"Why?" Xi Siyan restrained him, prying one of his legs apart, teasing: "Give me a reason?"

"Got clients to meet tomorrow."

"Are you sure it's not because you're afraid of being seen?"

Chen Mo turned his head, unaware of how enticing his current appearance was, saying: "You're quite twisted, Class President Xi."

Xi Siyan's deep laughter carried a hint of joy, but his eyes revealed danger.

"One-way glass, darling."

Mr. Xi wouldn't let go so easily.

He might as well gouge out their eyes.

The back-and-forth whispers gradually faded into obscurity.

The remaining suggestive sounds rose again in the house with Chen Mo's unexpected muffled groan.

The smart voice announcement Xi Siyan had set up under Xinrui rang in the bedroom at nine o'clock at night: "Tomorrow will be sunny, with a high of twenty-eight degrees Celsius, and excellent air quality. Good for travel, tourism, marriage, and spending time with your loved one."

Some people miss each other for a lifetime.

Some people pass by and never look back.

Because of unwillingness, because of love, because it's you.

Some people are just right, and every day in the future is in their prime.

Author's note:

The main story ends here!

I'll write some side stories, but I won't release them chapter by chapter, so don't wait.

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