Chapter 37: Extremely Popular, The Love-Mo Association

After dealing with Leng Wanqiu, Chen Xi.

He waited expectantly for her reply.

However, what he finally got was Leng Wanqiu telling him that Song Mo couldn't be touched for now, and they could only wait for a suitable opportunity in the future before making a move on him.

Chen Xi hung up Leng Wanqiu's phone in a tone of utter dejection.

Then, he flung the ornament on the table onto the floor.

Venting his emotions in a fit of rage.

In his heart, he resented not only Song Mo, but Leng Wanqiu as well.

If he had known earlier that this dead fat woman didn't even have this little bit of ability, why would he have swallowed his pride and compromised?

Chen Xi felt his jealousy was driving him utterly mad.

Everything Song Mo had was what he had always dreamed of — whether it was that lofty status or everyone's recognition, Chen Xi craved it all desperately.

Moreover, lately An Yinuo had been spacing out constantly, and Chen Xi had even seen her watching Song Mo's videos in class, over and over again.

On what grounds?

Just what does Song Mo have going for him?

Chen Xi gritted his teeth, watching Song Mo's videos again and again — in those short videos, Song Mo was simply the perfect male god incarnate.

He was elegant and cultured, his slender fingers dancing across the Piano, his gaze focused, like a king on his own home turf.

There was always an unhurried, composed air about him.

Precisely because he was too perfect, the resentment in Chen Xi's heart only grew stronger.

— If it weren't for the circumstances of his birth.

If he had the same fine family environment as Song Mo, then whatever Song Mo could do, he could surely do as well.

Chen Xi finally shifted his attention to a video of Song Mo and Song Wanrou playing a duet, and focused his attention on Song Wanrou.

Isn't that Song Mo's older sister?

A scheme began to form in Chen Xi's mind.

Anything that didn't belong to him, he just had to snatch it away…

……

Song Mo was a little annoyed.

The school kept reaching out to him.

The principal had specifically contacted the counselor.

And gotten his contact information.

He had even made over a dozen phone calls in a single day.

After Song Mo picked up, the principal of Modu University went round and round in circles before finally getting to the point.

He hoped Song Mo could go on stage at a gala Modu University was holding and say a few words — anything at all would do.

As long as he showed up in person, the school would be endlessly grateful.

Yet Song Mo still refused.

But he still had to attend classes — Song Mo needed to learn at university, and in his future plans, engaging in scientific research was something he had long since mapped out.

Staying at the school meant he was bound to be pestered one way or another.

Either asking for autographs or wanting photos together.

One or two would be fine, but if they all did this, Song Mo would really go crazy.

He channeled all the slight irritation in his heart.

Into practicing martial arts.

Practicing martial arts like a madman these past two days had allowed Song Mo to quickly cultivate to the Martial Arts Entry realm.

【Martial Arts Entry: 27/100】

The proficiency of martial arts skills was much harder to raise than that of the Piano.

Every few points of progress came with a good beating.

And the speed at which proficiency increased was also much slower.

Because martial arts wasn't a skill of pressing urgency, Song Mo wasn't in a hurry.

With his current strength, he should be able to beat An Yinuo now, right?

Thinking of this, Song Mo was thoroughly satisfied.

Life was gradually returning to its proper track.

Song Wanrou had already gone back to school for classes.

Song Mo would also be returning to school today.

An Yinuo had originally been sitting properly in the classroom attending the lesson, when suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked up and saw that guy she had been longing for — and at the same time gritting her teeth at in fury.

She nearly cried out on the spot!

But An Yinuo quickly realized she was still in class.

So she didn't do anything out of line.

She only gave a soft, cold snort when Song Mo passed by her on his way to the seat beside Xia Rou.

Song Mo didn't pay her any attention…

An Yinuo's inner little universe was about to explode again!

Song Mo was now a celebrity on campus.

People outside might not know Song Mo's true worth, but the students of Modu University were all young and quick to take in information — once they learned of Song Mo's caliber.

They all worshipped him like a god!

At Modu University, a special club was even created.

Called the Love Mo Association.

It operated like a fan circle, essentially a fan club.

The teachers had all heard the name Song Mo countless times and were thoroughly familiar with it.

This class happened to be Advanced Mathematics.

Song Mo returned to class today; following the Advanced Mathematics teacher's rules, he quietly walked to his seat from the back door, but still drew everyone's attention.

"Song Mo?!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately, everyone turned around in unison.

"Where?"

"Where is Song Mo?"

"Has Song Mo finally returned to school?"

"Hey! It really is Song Mo!"

The previously quiet classroom erupted into noise.

Song Mo's first reaction was not pride, but guilt—he glanced nervously at the Advanced Mathematics teacher, his eyes conveying an innocent expression.

"Teacher, this wasn't me deliberately disrupting class."

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

"Otherwise, I, as a top student under Master Song Hao, might get expelled from the lineage!"

The Advanced Mathematics teacher also looked at Song Mo.

The fifty-something man's eyes held no small measure of regret.

His gaze toward Song Mo was even more sorrowful.

It felt like a top student had strayed down the wrong path.

The Advanced Mathematics teacher cleared his throat and did not scold the students.

He, usually so rigid, made a rare joke.

"It seems that a good-looking guy still draws more attention than Advanced Mathematics. By the way, Student Song Mo is now a celebrity—out of classmate goodwill, would it be too much to ask for your autograph?"

Song Mo was so embarrassed he started picking at his toes.

He could only force a weak smile. "Teacher, you're exaggerating—the media outside are just blowing things out of proportion. I'm just an ordinary college student, nothing special, not even a big star."

"Talking about autographs is just embarrassing me."

One bold student shouted out.

"No way! This is a living genius, a candidate for world-class Master status!"

"I'm going to pass this autograph down as a family heirloom to my descendants!"

"Song Mo, you're not going to back out on my family heirloom, are you?"

At these words, the class burst into laughter.

Many began to echo the sentiment.

"That's right, Song Mo—if you don't sign your autograph—"

"I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

The ones who started the commotion were mostly boys, but later, many girls joined in support.

"Exactly! Song Mo, our Love Mo Association can't even get an autograph!"

Under the Advanced Mathematics teacher's tacit approval,

many students grew bold and even left their seats to ask Song Mo for autographs.

How could Song Mo dare?

You can't sign autographs during class!

Under the Advanced Mathematics teacher's direction, each student received one autograph, then resumed class.

Everyone else was fine, but when it came to An Yinuo, Song Mo instinctively tried to avoid her—but her fierce gaze forced him to sign carelessly.

This one was especially troublesome—she demanded Song Mo sign his autograph on her clothes.

In front of everyone's eyes.

Song Mo didn't want to argue—he did as requested.

After signing, the students calmed down and realized it was class time; the Advanced Mathematics teacher had been extremely lenient, and they should respect him.

Thus, under the reminder of class monitor An Yinuo,

the class quickly restored order.

The Advanced Mathematics teacher looked at Song Mo with a half-smile.

"Song Mo, you've certainly made a big splash today."

"You haven't attended my class for two weeks—no idea how much you've fallen behind. I'll give you a problem—come up and solve it…"

(End of Chapter)