Chen Mo yawned, hiding the drowsiness in his eyes, and said, "Let's just give up on treatment."
"Huh? What?" Qi Lin indicated that he hadn't heard clearly.
Chen Mo glanced at the person standing to the side with their arms crossed and gave Qi Lin an example, "Take your brother Yan, for instance. He works hard every day to be number one in the grade, shoulders the tasks and expectations assigned by teachers of all subjects, and is the future of the family and a pillar of the country. All of the above can be given up."
A soft snort came from the side.
Qi Lin, despite almost being brainwashed, remained clear-headed. "Old Yan isn't normal. Besides what you've said, his sleep quality is also insanely bad. He goes to bed at eight o'clock every weekend without fail and gets up at six in the morning, plus a free hour-long run."
"Great job!" Chen Mo clapped his hands perfunctorily, then slumped back onto the table, saying, "I can't do that. My brain will shut down if I don't wake up properly."
Qi Lin began to envy his mental state; he was almost ready to grab him and lift him up.
He asked without hesitation, "The competition in the experimental class is quite fierce, aren't you anxious?"
"No." The person rested their arms on their hands and closed their eyes again.
"The college entrance exam? Doesn't that send chills down your spine?"
"The thought of not graduating for another two years makes my scalp tingle even more."
"Alright." Qi Lin unleashed his trump card, "Don't you want to compete with Yang Shule? I've noticed he's been working incredibly hard lately for the next monthly exam, he's even stopped contacting Brother Yan as much. Don't you want to redeem yourself? Make your family look at you with new respect? Make those who said you got in through connections look utterly humiliated?"
Chen Mo first opened one eye and looked at Qi Lin.
Then, turning to the side, he said, "Your brother slapped me in the face, can't you do something about it?"
Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow. "Am I his father?"
"He could be your son."
"Thank you," said Xi Siyan. "I don't have such a son."
Chen Mo looked back at Qi Lin and said sarcastically, "Did you hear that, you unfilial son? Listen to what you just asked, trying to humiliate me? Now, stand up, you can choose to either roll back or crawl back."
Qi Lin was stunned by the back-and-forth conversation that had just taken a toll on his face.
It's not surprising that Xi Siyan is not human, but what about his humiliation of Chen Mo? He asked him if he wanted to work hard, and he said that Xi Siyan had humiliated him?
Who's really humiliating whom?
Qi Lin left in humiliation, but soon returned.
"Want to go cycling in Nanshan this weekend, Mo Shao?"
Chen Mo was taken aback. "Invited me?"
"Yeah."
Just as Chen Mo was thinking about the rumors that someone had died in a racing crash in Nanshan, he heard Qi Lin boldly speak up: "Compared to racing, I think cycling, a popular sport for seniors, should be quite suitable for you. Let's have a race this weekend and let Grandpa teach you what real humiliation is."
Chen Mo's eyes began to show suspicion.
Was this really Qi Lin, the guy rumored to have slept with countless bottoms in Suicheng's gay scene? This overwhelmingly straight-man aura... Chen Mo thought he relied on emotional intelligence, but now it seemed... was it just his big dick?
Chen Mo's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards, just as Xi Siyan spoke again: "You don't have to go to the club's entertainment activities if you don't want to."
"A racing club?" Chen Mo turned his head.
Xi Siyan glanced at him. "The cycling clubs that cooperate with the school are mostly students."
Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Then... I'll go."
"Go?" Xi Siyan questioned. "I thought you preferred to stay home and sleep on weekends."
Qi Lin, standing to the side, suddenly realized what was going on and immediately mocked Chen Mo, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot we have to assemble at six in the morning. Can you even get up that early?"
Chen Mo ran a hand through his hair, looked up, and said, "Well, you can skip sleep, since I'd rather spend my weekend teaching you a lesson."
"Damn it." Qi Lin lunged forward, as if preparing to shake Chen Mo's neck.
Xi Siyan kicked the table, which moved forward and blocked Qi Lin's leg, stopping the brawl between the two who seemed to know each other quite well.
"Class is starting." Xi Siyan tossed the books he needed for the next class onto the table and asked Qi Lin, "Are you still standing here, waiting for me to see you off?"
Qi Lin left, cursing and swearing.
Chen Mo chuckled softly.
Before she could stop laughing, she realized that Xi Siyan was still looking at her.
Chen Mo looked back.
Xi Siyan: "Fun?"
"His reaction was quite amusing. He's a tall, strong man, and he can't handle being provoked at all."
Chen Mo was quick to respond and didn't back down. For him, going to Nanshan meant beautiful scenery, fresh air, and the opportunity to ride a bicycle, perfectly matching his ideal weekend.
Xi Siyan seemed to know his true intentions and kindly remarked, "People who can't withstand provocation won't give up until they get a result."
After all, Qi Lin on the court is known for his impulsiveness and fighting spirit.
Looking at the person next to me, I saw that the thermos on the table was open, and I could still faintly smell the fragrance of chrysanthemums...
Xi Siyan pressed his temples without making a sound.
He could hardly recall what Chen Mo looked like when he first met him.
Within what appeared to be layers upon layers of people surrounding the area, through the heavy rain, were the eyes of a trapped beast as the police pressed him to the ground.
The surrounding area consisted of backward villages and livestock pens.
The air was thick and pungent with the fishy smell of rainwater mixed with an indescribable odor.
The tears shed by the Yang couple were not fake.
It was Chen Mo's adoptive mother's woman who was grabbing the policeman and shouting hoarsely. On the ground lay Chen Mo's adoptive father, Chen Jianli, whose face was bruised and swollen from being beaten by Chen Mo and whose original appearance was no longer recognizable.
It was utterly absurd and farcical.
Yang Shule, sitting in the car, was deathly pale.
He asked, "Ah... Brother Yan, that's Chen Mo, right?"
Xi Siyan withdrew his gaze and looked at the roof of the car.
He even thought it would be the last time. The old lady, being soft-hearted, insisted that he come along to see it.
The fact is, just as expected.
Whether Chen Mo has been spoiled or not is unclear, but one can see the abyss in his eyes at a glance. If the Yang family is willing to maintain a facade of peace, they may be able to create a temporary illusion of family harmony. However, if they cannot maintain it, this found son is clearly not someone who can be easily manipulated, and the final outcome is unpredictable.