He is ill.

  Mò zhān was so angry with that naughty kid that her liver hurt, but she didn't want to really fight with him as soon as she arrived at his place, so she stormed out the door and ran right into him.

  As soon as he stepped out, he bumped into the handsome young man from before, who was still holding a medicine bottle and a cup of water. He stood under the eaves, his beautiful eyes filled with anxiety, hastily telling Mochen, "Don't be angry with him, he's ill."

  "He forgot to take his medicine. If he had taken it, he would be a good person, absolutely gentle and kind to others, nobody wouldn't like him."

  Misty cicada was taken aback, staring at his shy eyes, "......Really?"

  The little kid nodded vigorously, "Really, believe me! He'll be fine after taking the medicine. I'm going in to give it to him now."

  "What's wrong with him? Is it serious?"

  The little kid lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes were as long as two small fans. “...It's not serious, but once it gets sick, it's also very troublesome. It will offend people, you take care of him more.”

  He raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Yan, "You said earlier that he forgot to take his medicine, I thought you already knew. Didn't the village chief tell you on the way?"

  "No!" Mochen said with a bit of disdain, "Third Uncle only said on the highway that he was hard to manage and disobedient."

  "That's all because he was sick. He'll be fine after taking the medicine, really." He hastily explained again, "The previous times when he scared off the teacher, it wasn't on purpose; it was because his medication had worn off and he had a relapse."

  "Oh." Mo Ze heard this and also felt a pang in his heart, and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that what you have is the same illness as San Shu of the Southern School?"

  That young man bit his red lips, and his eyes sparkled, "Southern Three Uncle? Who is that?"

  He himself laughed and said, "Just write 'The Grave Robbery Notes' that one."

  His face turned pale, "He's also a grave robber? Or is he from the Southern School? Third on the list, looks like a formidable opponent..."

  Meng Chu listened and felt something was off, so she quickly patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, what are you talking about? He's actually a homebody."

  "Oh." He quickly regained his composure, his eyes flickering slightly. "You said that person, what disease did he get?"

  Meng Meng was shocked and exclaimed, "You guys don't know about Weibo? Everyone on earth knows it's bipolar disorder!"

  "Both ways, emotional, disorder?" He seemed to repeat with difficulty, his face suddenly turned red, "You mean, he likes men sometimes and women sometimes? Then you absolutely misunderstood, our young master doesn't have that, really doesn't!"

  The cicada was defeated by the innocent child, could only raise its hands in surrender, and laughed uncontrollably. "Oh my, it's not that kind of meaning anymore. Simply put, emotions are sometimes suppressed, sometimes manic. It shows the diversity of one's mood."

  "Oh, I see." He blinked his long eyelashes again and muttered to himself, "That's about it. Our young master has the same illness too."

  Mò zhān couldn't help but be shocked again. What was he saying, treating her like a doctor who had just made a diagnosis? What disease did he want her to name for him?

  "Has it been said enough?" Suddenly a loud shout came from inside, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and finally got angry.

  The handsome young man shuddered and hastily withdrew his gaze from the face of Mo Cui, lowering his head and pushing open the door to enter.

  Meng stood inexplicably under the eaves, vaguely hearing the unpleasant voice inside, "...... been talking to her for so long? If you have something to say to me, then say it."

  "Sir, you've misunderstood. I wouldn't dare."

  Mò zhān hastily rubbed her arm, and indeed a layer of goosebumps appeared. She seriously regretted it, really, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that coming here was a mistake.

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  Mini Theater

  Little brother jumped in front of Muzhen and said, "Hey, give us a name!"

  "What's going on?"

  "Can't you be more artistic?! They want you to say that we're the 'Deep Emotional Connection' duo!"

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  Thank you for Blue's red envelope~~