Chapter 22: Song Mo Can Do It—Why Not Me?

Jealousy is the most primal evil thought.

It is also an innate ability of humans.

Chen Xi was so envious and jealous of Song Mo that he was nearly driven mad.

They're both human—why can Song Mo live in a mansion, drive a luxury car, and get so many likes just for posting a video online?

This world is truly unfair!

The people online are so shallow!

If Chen Xi had all this, he couldn't even imagine how wonderful the world, how happy life, how fair society would be!

But why must he be stuck in a rented apartment, licking Leng Wanqiu's boots while constantly keeping his distance from her?

The flame of jealousy burned fiercely in his heart.

Chen Xi slowly scrolled through the comments.

He found most comments were praising Song Mo's handsomeness.

Donut Sweet: I declare, in the world of beauty addicts, Song Mo is my goddess!

Youth in Song Mo's Arms: I agree! Song Mo's looks are far higher than those idol group members in fan circles, and his aura isn't greasy at all.

Little Orange: His jawline is absolutely perfect! He's so focused when playing the Piano! And his presence is so strong—I even dared not speak while watching the video, only realizing it after it ended.

Don't tease your Kun Brother: Meh, can't play basketball, bad review!

……

That feeling of being surrounded by stars, becoming the center of attention.

Made Chen Xi envious beyond measure.

He thought bitterly: Song Mo can do it—why not me?

Chen Xi understood Kuaidou Short Video.

On Kuaidou Short Video, both the ugly and the handsome are among the most advantaged groups.

And Kuaidou Short Video is highly inclusive.

Whether it's attention-seeking nonsense or genuine talent, both can gain attention.

Chen Xi thought:

First, his personal appearance and aura were quite good.

Second, he had never learned to sing, but his puppy-like voice was excellent.

Third, his background was poor—he could play the victim to gain attention.

Logically, he should be able to attract massive traffic on Kuaidou Short Video just like Song Mo.

Chen Xi immediately called Leng Wanqiu.

"Hello, Xiao Xi, what do you need?"

A cold voice came from the other end.

Though the voice was pleasant, Chen Xi couldn't help shuddering at the thought of Leng Wanqiu's fat body.

Chen Xi spoke weakly: "Leng Jie, I'm calling to ask for your help…"

Chen Xi told Leng Wanqiu about his plan to start a Kuaidou Short Video account.

Leng Wanqiu said cheerfully: "Oh, that's all? Don't worry—I have several self-media companies under me with professional staff."

"How about this? I'll have my assistant contact you on WeChat—I'll assign a small team to follow you directly?"

"Huh? Leng Jie, that's not right… after all, one shouldn't receive gifts without merit." Chen Xi was stunned.

His voice trembled slightly.

"Leng Jie, you already helped me pay for university—I'm endlessly grateful. If I accept even more excessive help from you…"

"I—I really don't know how to repay you."

Leng Wanqiu comforted him: "Xiao Xi, you're the best child in the world—don't say things like that. I help you willingly, and it's nothing to me…"

Chen Xi's voice trembled with emotion.

"Leng Jie, when I truly change my fate, I will repay you!"

"At that time…"

Here, Chen Xi seemed embarrassed.

He didn't finish.

But that didn't stop Leng Wanqiu from imagining wildly.

"Xiao Xi, what are you talking about? I don't need any repayment from you!"

Leng Wanqiu quickly hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, she smiled.

Why did she fund male college students if not to fall in love?

She looked in the mirror and sighed heavily.

It was all because of that strange illness…

&

After Leng Wanqiu hung up the phone,

Chen Xi couldn't hold back.

He ran to a trash bin and began vomiting.

"Puke—"

He spat out some stomach acid.

Chen Xi finally felt a little better.

He hated Song Mo even more.

If it weren't for Song Mo, he would have long since cut ties with that dead fat cow, Leng Wanqiu.

He could rely entirely on An Yinuo!

An Yinuo was pure and beautiful, and she was the heiress of the Modu An Family; Chen Xi would rather let An Yinuo's white silk-clad feet crush his face than have any contact with Leng Wanqiu!

……

And now.

An Yinuo was bombarding Song Mo with frantic WeChat messages.

An Yinuo: Song Mo, why haven't you come to school these past two days?

An Yinuo: Song Mo, reply if you've seen this. I'm the class monitor—I need to check on the situation.

An Yinuo:???

An Yinuo: Song Mo, what do you mean by this!

An Yinuo: Don't you even know basic respect? Can't you just reply to a message?!

An Yinuo: Song Mo, you're impressive, really impressive.

An Yinuo: I'm really going to get angry now!

……

An Yinuo bombarded Song Mo with dozens of messages.

But Song Mo never replied.

She hugged her phone, seething with rage, teeth grinding.

Song Mo had naturally seen An Yinuo's messages.

But he felt there was absolutely no need to reply.

An Yinuo? Not familiar.

Do I have to report my actions to her?

Song Mo was currently preparing to fly to France.

Xia Shuqin showed Li Zhong's video of Song Mo playing the Piano to Master Liszt, and Master Liszt replied that Song Mo should come to France so he could personally assess Song Mo's skill.

Song Wanrou would accompany Song Mo.

"Sis, I can handle this alone—why do you need to come?"

Song Mo said helplessly.

After all, he wasn't going on vacation; before flying to France, he had to constantly study sheet music and practice the Piano, striving to reach the level of Piano Master as soon as possible.

Silence until he speaks; when he speaks, he astonishes all.

He might not be able to take care of Song Wanrou.

Song Wanrou secretly smiled.

Do you think I need you to take care of me?

"I'm going to take care of you, little brother."

Song Wanrou rose on her toes, patted Song Mo's head, and doted: "Besides, my little brother is going to stun the world—can't my big sister tag along and bask in a little of that glory?"

"Fine." Song Mo gave in.

Song Wanrou bustled about packing luggage.

"In a week, Master Liszt will hold a concert—if you shine brightly on stage, you might leap straight to the top and become a famous new star in the Piano world!"

Song Wanrou chattered on.

"During this time, I'll manage your daily life, your meals, and worry about those romantic French people—don't let them corrupt my little brother."

Song Wanrou thought to herself:

She had French classmates whose views on sexuality were truly at the extreme—whenever they liked someone, or simply felt desire,

even if they didn't know the person at all, they might drag you to a hotel for a friendly international exchange—deep down to the genetic level.

My little brother is so handsome, and his talent is especially attractive to women. If I don't watch him, what if some foreign hussy steals him away?

"Don't worry, big sister will take care of you inside and out, making you utterly comfortable."

"Just focus on practicing the Piano."

"Understood, big sister."

(End of Chapter)