Chapter 17

Did Song Mo not come to school today?

An Yinuo looked at the empty seat, puzzled.

Chen Xi actually came to class today.

His condition looked terrible—pale to the point of being frightening—but somehow it looked like makeup? Too overdone.

His eyes carried a gloomy aura.

Seeing Song Mo absent, Chen Xi came to approach An Yinuo today, but An Yinuo no longer wanted anything to do with him, so she ignored Chen Xi.

He took a rebuff in silence and walked away without a word.

An Yinuo didn't pay him much attention.

She bit her pen cap, lost in thought.

"That bastard Song Mo really doesn't want anything to do with me at all—if I don't speak to him, he won't even look my way…"

When had the campus queen ever been ignored like this?

"Hmph!"

"If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain!"

"It's all your fault! You were insulting me in your mind—I can't let you off that easily!"

An Yinuo, bored, pulled out her phone and scrolled Kuaidou Short Video.

As she scrolled, she came across a local video.

It seemed to be from her own school?

She didn't swipe past it—curious, she watched: inside the empty piano room, the light was beautiful, and a pair of long, elegant hands rested quietly on the keys.

The very first frame set the mood perfectly, drawing her in.

As the piano music began, the camera slowly rose—black tailored suit, crisp white shirt, a sharp, handsome jawline…

It was Song Mo?!

This thrilled An Yinuo beyond measure.

Song Mo could play the Piano? And play it this well?!

Watching the cold, aloof Song Mo in the Kuaidou Short Video, An Yinuo smirked—he was still just as fake as when he faced her.

Who's he putting on that sour face for?

Just before the video ended, Song Mo smiled—his clear gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, smiling directly at An Yinuo as he bowed slightly…

Thump—thump—

An Yinuo's heart pounded wildly, like a fluttering deer.

"Didn't expect this guy could smile so nicely—he's not always that lifeless, dead-face expression…"

"But it's just average—there are so many handsome guys on Kuaidou Short Video. Nothing special."

An Yinuo, contradicting herself, followed him—and simultaneously scrolled back to the moment Song Mo smiled, took a screenshot, and saved it.

She glanced around—no one seemed to notice—and sneakily peeked at the saved image…

She stared for two minutes!

…

Lin Weiwei was slacking off in the school infirmary.

Being a doctor was her hobby.

Only after starting work did she realize how efficiently a job could destroy a hobby.

Fortunately, as a school nurse, she was far less busy than hospital doctors.

Lin Weiwei was playing with her phone when she suddenly went, "Huh?"

"Is that him? I was just thinking about whether to go find him after work… and now I've stumbled upon him on Kuaidou Short Video."

Lin Weiwei had learned Song Mo's basic information through the school's medical records, including his phone number.

Unfortunately, her WeChat friend request had been sent two days ago—no reply.

Lin Weiwei was so angry she almost called him directly.

But she was the type who took things as they came, calm and unhurried, so she eventually calmed down.

Song Mo doesn't know he can hear her thoughts—so don't alarm him yet. Don't rush. Find a proper reason to get to know him, and ideally become friends…

For now, just follow him on Kuaidou Short Video!

…

Afternoon.

Xia Rou and Xia Yu sisters arrived at Song Mo's house.

Looking at the luxurious villa before them.

Xia Rou gasped.

"Wow! Sis, how much do you think this villa costs?"

"It looks so upscale! There's even a swimming pool and a backyard garden!"

Xia Yu rolled her eyes at her sister, "Look at you—never seen the world before? He shows a little wealth and you're already dreaming of clinging to a rich man?"

"Sis! I'm not that kind of person!" Xia Rou glared angrily at Xia Yu, "I'm just expressing amazement! I don't need luxury—I'm fine with just having enough to eat and wear. I don't envy him!"

"I think your values are messed up!"

"I didn't say anything—you're projecting your own petty thoughts onto me!"

Xia Yu crossed her arms coolly, "Oh? So you're not after his money—you're after him?"

"You like Brother Song Mo, don't you?"

"Do you like his character? His talent? Or are you just lusting after his body?"

Xia Rou's face turned red.

"Mind your own business! You're about to graduate and still single!"

As the two girls playfully tussled, they rang the doorbell.

Song Mo went to open the door and welcomed the two girls inside.

Because they had agreed on the time in advance, the food was just ready when they arrived.

Xia Rou happily kicked off her shoes and entered, "So much food!"

This girl wasn't shy at all—she was completely unreserved, but Song Mo actually liked dealing with girls like this.

"Don't be so formal," for formality's other meaning was distance.

Xia Yu changed her shoes and gave Song Mo a slight nod.

"Come in and sit down."

Song Mo entered Song Wanrou's room.

This good older sister had slept through the entire afternoon.

"Sister? Wake up. My two friends came over to visit, and I asked them to help me out."

Song Wanrou opened her eyes drowsily, still half-asleep, and lazily opened her arms, "Brother, sister wants a hug."

Song Mo let her hug him twice.

He explained again that his friends had come to the house.

"Huh?" Song Wanrou finally began to wake up.

"Friends? Boys or girls?"

"Two female friends."

Song Wanrou snapped fully awake.

She pushed Song Mo away quickly, "Hurry, hurry, go entertain your friends—I'll freshen up and change clothes first."

Song Mo stepped out helplessly.

He knew this well—the so-called "change clothes."

It was really selecting outfits, changing clothes, applying makeup, spraying perfume… this whole routine took at least twenty minutes.

"My sister just woke up. Let's start eating."

Song Mo called out.

"You have another sister, Song Mo?" Xia Rou asked curiously.

Song Mo's sister must be very beautiful, right?

"Mm."

"Then we should wait for your sister to join us for dinner…"

Xia Rou was very eager.

But Song Mo laughed and said no need—the food wouldn't cool down in a moment, better to start eating first…

Faster than Song Mo expected, fifteen minutes later Song Wanrou emerged from her room.

She wore a bright yellow home dress, elegantly designed, and stepped out with a radiant smile:

"You're my brother's friends? It's rare to see anyone he invites home for a meal—you must mean a lot to him…"

Song Wanrou's words were well-phrased.

The four were similar in age and got along well.

At the dinner table, Song Wanrou gently questioned Xia Rou and Xia Yu, her speech and tone giving the feeling of basking in spring breeze…

Xia Rou quickly grew fond of this sister.

Xia Yu felt something was odd, but couldn't say what.

Song Wanrou roughly understood the relationship between Song Mo and the two sisters, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

(End of Chapter)