Chen Mo leaned against the pillows on the hospital bed, watching Xi Siyan casually drag over a stool and sit down. His long legs, encased in his trousers, seemed to have nowhere to go, stretching forward and then bending back. With his elbows resting on his knees, he spoke into his phone: "You can't be happy without causing some trouble every day? If it's your birthday, just celebrate properly. Why invite someone you dislike over? Are you deliberately looking for trouble?" 　　"Didn't he provoke us first? Besides, everyone else paid a bill but we didn't invite him, making it seem like we're ostracizing him. Others may not know, but I've seen it all along: Yang Shule clearly likes you! Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up!" 　　It's unclear whether she was simply attacking Yang Shule or attacking the fact that a boy likes another boy. 　　Xi Siyan frowned: "You keep saying you like it, but with your head full of two-dimensional equations, what do you know about 'like'?" 　　"Why are you talking about me! Do you actually like him?" 　　"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm hanging up." 　　So, are you coming or not? 　　"I'm not coming." 　　"How can I believe you're really in the hospital unless you have a more convincing reason than that you've broken your leg?" 　　"Wait." 　　Xi Siyan hung up the phone after uttering just two words. 　　A phone call seemed to have irritated him. He frowned, raised his phone, pointed it at the hospital bed, snapped a picture, opened a social media app, searched for the name, and clicked send. 　　Gou Yiyang waited for him to finish before saying, "I didn't expect the class monitor to be so short-tempered. Class monitor, you and the class monitor seem to be closer than I thought." 　　Xi Siyan looked up at him and said, "When she was three years old and still wearing open-crotch pants, she would bang on my front door and then cry, begging me to save her brother Qi Lin. Oh, Qi Lin stole some cherries from the neighbor's house and almost got choked and had his trachea cut in the hospital." 　　Gou Yiyang almost died laughing. 　　Even Chen Mo's lips curled into a smile. 　　Before the smile on his lips could fade, Xi Siyan looked over. 　　Does your stomach still hurt? 　　Chen Mo: "Much better." 　　"Yeah, I took a picture of you. You don't mind, do you?" 　　"Do I mind if you can take it back?" 　　Xi Siyan glanced at his phone. "It can't be cancelled, the time has passed." 　　Chen Mo: "...Did it turn out well?" 　　Xi Siyan glanced at his phone again, hesitated, and nodded. "...Is it...okay?" 　　The slight upward curve at the end of the note made Chen Mo refrain from commenting on its quality, but it genuinely stunned Sun Xiaoya on the other end of the phone for quite a while. 　　The beach was bustling with activity at night. 　　Many wealthy young men from Suicheng gathered here for a beach party to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of a beautiful girl in a white dress standing in the center. 　　In the seemingly bustling crowd, there are probably more than one person who is distracted at this moment. 　　Someone saw Sun Xiaoya holding her phone and asked loudly, "Xiaoya? Have you finished your call? When is Brother Yan coming?" 　　Sun Xiaoya received a lot of attention because of her shout. 　　Anticipation, curiosity, and a vague sense of excitement. 　　Sun Xiaoya, wearing a knee-length black dress, walked over and took Princess Liao's arm, whispering an apology: "Tingting, I'm sorry, Xi Siyan probably can't make it." 　　The hope in the long-haired girl's eyes slowly faded, and she whispered, "Ah, you're not coming? Okay." 　　Sun Xiaoya was heartbroken and quickly said, "He had something to do; he didn't skip it on purpose." 　　“Yes,” someone chimed in. “Isn’t the Xi family having an important banquet today? He probably can’t get away, right, Shule? Didn’t you go with your parents? You should have seen him.” 　　The person who was suddenly called out was standing with a few boys he was usually close to. 　　The seventeen-year-old boy was stunned at first, then smiled amidst the many gazes, nodded and said, "Yes, he should be quite busy tonight. Uncle Xi and Aunt Xi specifically told him not to wander off." 　　These words were met not with various forms of agreement and advice, but with a cold laugh from Sun Xiaoya. 　　As if she had finally seized an opportunity, she said with a disdainful look, "How do you know he's busy? He didn't even attend the dinner tonight; he's at the hospital." 　　Yang Shule was taken aback. 　　Suddenly someone next to me said, "Quick, look at the No. 1 Middle School's campus group chat." 　　Some of those present were not students from No. 1 Middle School, but were around the same age. Since they couldn't see the information on their own phones, they went over to look at the phones of the people next to them. 　　This isn't an official group; it's more of a gossip group where people chat privately. 　　However, this group had been quiet for a long time because of rumors that a teacher had infiltrated and spied on them. But tonight, around 11 p.m., someone posted a video of about seven or eight seconds in the group. 　　It just so happens that this is the scene where Xi Siyan is carrying someone out of the KTV. 　　Because of the angle, Chen Mo's face was not captured in the photo. 　　As of now, messages in the group are still scrolling at a rapid pace, like a live chat. 　　Almost an hour has passed, has anything been revealed yet? 　　[As expected of the Creator's favorite son, Xi Siyan is so handsome, he's even more handsome holding a man.] 　　Am I the only one who noticed how slim the waist was when she was being hugged? 　　[You have ten minutes. I need to know everything about that mysterious boy!] 　　[Some people who want to lick boots should at least look at the situation, the scene, and see what's going on. Something must have happened.] 　　Indeed, the one who was hugged should also be from our school. 　　... 　　The noise on the beach gradually subsided. 　　They were all discussing this in groups of three or five. 　　The man who had just confidently said that Xi Siyan was quite busy with the banquet was now staring intently at his phone screen, his eyelashes drooping, making it difficult to discern what he was thinking. 　　After a while, he looked up, seemingly nonchalant, and even asked Sun Xiaoya in a very friendly manner: "It seems you know what's going on." 　　Everyone else followed suit and looked over. 　　Sun Xiaoya met Yang Shule's gaze, and for some unknown reason, gave a wicked smile.

Chapter 38