"That's right, you're good at physics, so you'll definitely be included in this year's competition registration."
"Then won't you and the class monitor have to go out for training separately?"
The entrance was bustling with activity.
Teenagers and boys gathered in their respective groups, chatting about everything under the sun. The girls discussed trendy nail art and fashion, popular songs and idol dramas, while the boys discussed various e-sports and ball games, and who in the boys' dormitory last week was punished by the dormitory manager for not washing their smelly socks and had to clean the toilet.
Everyone who comes here today should be filled with curiosity.
After all, something big happened to the Yang family, and the news is still going strong.
However, since someone didn't show up, everyone tacitly avoided the topic, and no one would be so blind as to cause trouble in front of the host of the class reunion.
"Why don't you go down?" Chen Mo asked the person next to him, leaning against the railing on the second-floor atrium balcony.
Gou Yiyang held the same drink in his hand, glanced downstairs, and said, "Even someone as controversial as you isn't going, so what kind of excitement would I be watching if I went?"
Chen Mo touched the drink can in his hand with the other person's, "You really are... so straightforward that it's hard not to like you."
"Likewise," Gou Yiyang said. "Before I met you at the internet cafe, I didn't expect you to be such an interesting person."
"interesting?"
"Isn't it interesting?" Gou Yiyang raised an eyebrow. "Some people are practically describing you as a rural tyrant. They're saying that once you're back, you're bound to turn the Yang family upside down. But I think you're too lazy, so lazy that you can't see a single bit of fighting spirit, my friend."
Chen Mo laughed out loud.
“I was hardworking too,” he said.
However, he didn't work hard enough in the right place. When he was a teenager, the power of the Yang family was like a behemoth that he couldn't shake, so he could only demand more of himself. Later, when he grew up, he thought that he had to make those people bow down to him, so he desperately climbed up the ladder.
As it turns out, being at a high position doesn't necessarily bring much joy.
Chen Mo turned slightly, rested his arm on the solid wood railing, looked at the lively scene below, and slowly said, "I still prefer my current life. I can have endless money to spend while lying down. I don't have to work hard, and I won't starve to death in the future. If I get really bored, well... I can also watch other people's passionate youth."
As soon as he finished speaking, several more people arrived at the downstairs entrance.
When Xi Siyan entered, he was still wearing a simple black and white tracksuit with sneakers—clean and eye-catching, as if he were just passing by. Several boys who seemed to be on good terms with him had already surrounded him as he entered; the vibrant energy of teenage boys was palpable in the scene.
The men and women in the hall all stopped and were drawn to it.
Chen Mo saw the figure closely following Xi Siyan. He saw him gently tug at the other person's clothes. The other person stopped, lowered his head to acknowledge him, and exchanged a few words.
Chen Mo, bored, turned to Gou Yiyang and asked, "I need to wake myself up; I was woken up too early. Want to come?"
Five minutes later, Gou Yiyang stood beside the huge swimming pool, looking pale: "Wouldn't it be better if we played games together to stay awake? Did you even ask a non-swimmer for permission to swim?"
"Playing video games hurts your eyes." Chen Mo grabbed a small yellow duck swim ring from the side and threw it to the other person. "If you don't exercise now, you'll really have a swim ring before you're even thirty, and it'll be flesh-colored."
"Get lost, I'm still a handsome young man at thirty."
Chen Mo chuckled, not wanting to discourage him, and walked over to the lounge chair where the bath towels were placed, then reached out and ripped off his shirt.
Gou Yiyang glanced at him, shocked: "Holy crap, you're so fair-skinned? And your legs are just too incredible. I didn't notice it when you were dressed, but the proportions are amazing without clothes on. I'm going to spit blood."
"Keep acting." Chen Mo remained unmoved.
Gou Yiyang's only nosebleed was caused by staying up all night for surgery and getting a sore throat. The next day, he went to a bar with someone and saw a girl with an extremely hot figure, which caused the nosebleed. He even went out of his way to get her phone number to pursue her, being incredibly innocent. However, it turned out that the girl had a boyfriend, and it was all a misunderstanding.
Gou Yiyang is actually a purebred straight man who doesn't seem like one at all; he just doesn't know what he's talking about.
Although Chen Mo was thin in his teens, his past years had been difficult, and he had a thin layer of muscle that made him look very well-proportioned and handsome. However, when Gou Yiyang got closer, he would notice that there were scars of varying depths on his back, legs, and feet. Some were long, thin cuts that looked like they had broken the skin, while others were burns and cuts the size of a little fingertip, all of varying depths. Some had faded, leaving only faint marks, but they were still quite glaring.
Gou Yiyang opened his mouth, looked at him, and was immediately speechless.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, had the mind to glance at the visible scars and casually said, "What's so strange about that? The man in the Chen family is a gambling addict. He beats people when he's drunk, especially his son, which is a matter of course for him. But he hasn't dared to lay a hand on him for a long time because I broke one of his hands."
"Do your biological parents know?" Gou Yiyang asked.
Chen Mo casually tossed the clothes he was carrying onto the stool and began to stretch his wrists and ankles. "I heard a little about it from the police."
"Damn it, you beast."
I don't know if he was cursing someone surnamed Yang or someone surnamed Chen.
Chen Mo didn't tell Gou Yiyang that scars will eventually heal. People who haven't seen the raw, bleeding flesh when the skin was torn open, nor have they experienced the painful and itchy process of the wound slowly scabbing over, will easily forget it.
If something is heard but not taken to heart, it could be because one doesn't care enough, or it could be a self-deceptive inability to face reality.
Regardless of the reason, Chen Mo doesn't care anymore.
"Go into the water. I specifically told the maid not to let anyone else in."
Since no one is allowed to come in, naturally no one will come in to throw him into the water.
It is truly quiet and peaceful.
Chen Mo plunged into the water and swam rapidly towards the other side.
His extremely standard swimming style, swimming gracefully and gracefully in the water, caught the attention of Gou Yiyang on the shore.
Unfortunately, a landlubber is still a landlubber, and wearing a childish swim ring isn't embarrassing enough.
Chen Mo swam less than two laps before noticing a dull ache in his knee.