19、Dearest

  On the first night in Qingyan, Mochen slept restlessly. Perhaps it was because of the unfamiliar surroundings, or perhaps it was because she couldn't shake off Mo Xie's inexplicable anger - Mochen didn't want to admit it, but she had been listening to the sound of her phone ringing under her pillow.

  Since the day she quarreled with Jiang Yuanfeng and parted ways, she had not contacted him again. Although the knot in her heart was still unresolved, deep down, she still hoped that Jiang Yuanfeng would give her a call.

  But she fell asleep waiting, and her phone didn't ring. Unfortunately, there wasn't even a spam message.

  Foam cicada got up with two black eye circles, had breakfast sent by Mo Xiu, and walked towards Mo Xie's room with a book in her arms. When she looked up, she saw a silver airplane gliding across the sky that was so blue it seemed to be dripping down.

  The cicada stood there in a daze, its thoughts chaotic and disordered.

  Today is the day when Jiang Yuanfeng sets off. He's going all the way to Europe, a whole summer vacation, worlds apart.

  Although I'm in a bad mood, Mu Xi still managed to put on a spirited smile and proactively greeted Mo Xie, "Good morning, Little Xie. From today onwards, we'll be studying hard together! Let's do our best, Little Xie!"

  Mo Ye gave her a cold glance, as if too lazy to respond. Mei Cui didn't expect otherwise and continued to push an exam paper in front of Mo Ye with spirit, "You do this set of papers first. I'll match the corresponding knowledge points and see where you're lacking."

  Mo Ye lazily looked down and glanced at it. The scroll was handwritten, with beautiful and neat handwriting, perfect format, even more beautiful than printed ones. He finally raised his eyelids and gave Meng Yan a straight look, "...... Not doing."

  What's wrong with you, you little brat!

  Mò zhān's heart was burning, but she still had to endure it on the surface. "Xiao Xié, don't feel pressured, I'm not after your score. No matter how many points you get on this test, I won't make any comments about good or bad performance. I just want to see which knowledge points you're not familiar with."

  Foam cicada intimately winked at him and said, "Don't worry, I'll accompany you to do it."

  He seemed to be touched by a certain word, turned his eyes and stared at her, "I said I wouldn't do it, so I won't. Don't nag."

  Mo Yan was annoyed, but he also understood that running into such a stubborn kid, trying to reason with him would be useless. Mo Yan smiled, "Oh, so you don't even have the guts to do a few questions? Forget it, let's just forget I said anything."

  "What did you say?" Mo Xie narrowed his eyes.

  "I say that a person lives by their dignity, and a tree lives by its bark. If a person has no dignity left, then they're no different from someone who's shameless." Mozhen raised her chin, coldly smiling at him with a provocative gaze, "Then I don't need to give him face anymore."

  "Are you looking for death?"

  He was indeed enraged, jumping up from his seat, across the rosewood desk inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and grabbing Mo Ze's wrist with a loud crackle. "You dare say that again!"

  The cicada didn't dodge, staring at his furious eyes with a cold smile, "I'm a girl, I don't have the guts. Boys have the guts, but they don't even dare to do a set of questions?"

  "You!" Mo Xie was so angry that he couldn't say a word, and could only stare at him.

  "Xiao Xie, you should understand that it's the hope of many families to have their children attend university. Whether or not you study hard is not just your own business. Third Uncle was so eager to find me and I took a 30-hour train ride from thousands of miles away, all for you - Xia Mo Xie, you can't be too selfish."

  Mo Ye seemed to be in a daze, and after a low hum, he finally let go of his hand and sat back. He raised his head, and his black and white eyes stared at her unblinkingly, "You said you would accompany me?"

  Seeing his words take effect, Mò Zhān was overjoyed and excitedly nodded with a smile, "I guarantee it!"

  He narrowed his eyes at her rosy complexion, gritted his teeth, and picked up his pen to write with a bowed head.

  Foam cicada cheered on the side, taking out the cheerleading team's momentum, "Xiao Xie is the best, Xiao Xie refuel!"

  At an angle where she couldn't see, the boy's lips curled up secretly.

  "You'd better give me a reason, or else don't call me Xiao Xie again." He wrote quickly, still able to spare the thought to ask a question.

  Mò Tiān thought for a moment, “......Uh, I love Huang Lǎo Xié the most. You're not as old as him, so you're naturally Little Xié!”

  "What's your favorite?" He repeated vaguely.

  Misty cicada thought for a moment, seemingly without any issues, and nodded happily, "Hmm, my favorite!"