Chapter 624
Reason
Seeing the screen full of missed calls, Han Zhou thought something terrible had happened and was about to call them all back when he suddenly saw a message from Teacher Ouyang—
"Why did you add Mo Yixia to the group?"
Yixia? When did I add Yixia to the group?
Han Zhou was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and quickly clicked into the group chat. He then saw the message at the bottom of the chat interface: "You have invited the non-pure yellow material agent to join the group chat."
Despite it being a cold winter day, my back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Classmate? Classmate?"
Seeing that Han Zhou had scanned the code but hadn't paid, the shop assistant couldn't help but raise his voice. This student skipped class in broad daylight and didn't look like a good guy. Could he be trying to get free food and drinks by taking a fake photo and scanning the code?
Han Zhou snapped out of his daze, immediately paid, and found a seat with his milk tea in hand, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
It's obvious that Mo Yixia took advantage of his break while he was playing volleyball to tamper with his phone.
Sure enough, Yi Xia genuinely wanted to make him happy, but she also genuinely didn't want him to have it too easy. He quickly checked his phone over and over to make sure that the other party hadn't done anything other than adding him to the group, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But... how should I explain this to Guzheng?
Almost an hour had passed since Mo Yixia joined the group, and he didn't believe that Gu Zheng hadn't seen the notification.
But the group remained completely silent.
Given Guzheng's personality, it wouldn't be so scary if she directly confronted Mo Yixia in the group chat or engaged in a verbal battle; her silence is the most dangerous thing.
Since Guzheng remained silent, the others could only keep quiet for the time being. After all, if Guzheng hadn't noticed the message yet, speaking up would only be a reminder.
Everyone was playing dead, so Han Zhou, as the "culprit," naturally dared not utter a sound. Explaining after an hour would only make it seem like he was trying to cover something up.
But are we just going to sit here and wait to die?
Of course not.
After thinking for a long time, Han Zhou first replied to everyone with a message, and then changed the group chat name to "Exploration Team".
No one asked.
He wasn't in a hurry to explain, since almost everyone would be gathered together tomorrow, and someone would inevitably ask about it.
Time crawls slowly in the water droplets on the wall of the milk tea cup.
The sunlight outside the window gradually faded from a pale golden yellow to a decadent pale orange, and the sound of the school bell rang in the distance, while faint noises washed over the street like a tide.
Han Zhou walked out of the milk tea shop. The crowd inside and outside the school was gilded with a fuzzy golden edge by the setting sun. He stood at the school gate for a moment and soon saw Mo Yixia carrying a schoolbag in the crowd, and Zhang Meng beside her.
"Cousin, you haven't left yet?" Zhang Meng asked curiously, her breath filling the cold air before being instantly dispersed by the wind.
"I'm waiting for Yixia to get out of school."
Han Zhou naturally took the schoolbag from Mo Yixia, smiling nonchalantly, "I heard you had a test this afternoon, how did it go?"
Zhang Meng was in a good mood, but upon hearing this, her face immediately fell: "It's a bit difficult for me..."
"It's okay, just do better next time. Yixia is improving gradually too."
Han Zhou had intended to dismiss Zhang Meng with a few words, but to his surprise, she followed him directly, clearly intending to go home with Mo Yixia.
He paused, turning his head to look at Mo Yixia.
"I need a reason for not coming home at night. Am I supposed to just tell my mom I want to go to a hotel with you?"
Mo Yixia glanced at him, her tone indifferent, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "In addition, I need to change out of this school uniform. Of course, if you like the allure of uniforms, I can continue wearing it."
"What's so appealing about domestic school uniforms..." Han Zhou thought to himself, then said seriously, "Then you should change them."
Since going to the hotel with Mo Yixia is inevitable, it's best to change out of the school uniform to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Mo Yixia pondered for a moment, then gave him a meaningful look: "Sure enough, you prefer the mature type with wire-rimmed glasses to the innocent high school girl, don't you?"
Han Zhou was taken aback, and subconsciously touched his face: "What exactly do you think..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized something and was startled. "Wait, did you look at my browser history?"
Since Mo Yixia could use his phone to add her to the group chat, she could naturally also view his browser history.
As adults, everyone has secrets hidden in their browsing history, and Han Zhou was no exception. Although it wasn't to the point of social death, the thought that Mo Yixia had seen everything made him feel uneasy.
Mo Yixia did not deny it. She raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her tone was still calm, but it gave people a sense of self-righteousness: "If you're afraid to do it, then don't do it. Since you've left a record, don't be afraid of being seen by others."
Despite feeling guilty towards Mo Yixia, Han Zhou couldn't help but retort, "Then do you dare to show me your browser history?" when he heard her speaking so casually.
As if she had anticipated his words, Mo Yixia had already unlocked her phone while speaking and calmly placed it in his hand.
Han Zhou hesitated, feeling that with this "yellow material agent's" vast knowledge base, his browsing history was probably quite obscene. He didn't want to delve into it, but in the end, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. Holding his breath, with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he clicked into his mobile browser.
—The historical record is empty.
His face darkened, and he nearly spat out blood: "You've already deleted everything, what else do you want me to see?"
He didn't believe that Mo Yixia had never used the browser's search function. Since he couldn't see the history, it could only mean that the other party was prepared.
"I'm not as stupid as you."
Mo Yixia lowered her hat brim and said without changing her expression, "To prevent my mom from checking my phone, I always use the incognito mode."
As she spoke, she took back her phone, looked down and started operating something, then handed it back to her.
"Okay, now you have browsing history."
Han Zhou looked down and saw the search bar prominently displaying "How to capture a man's heart".
This is a perfectly normal question.
Unfortunately, the related answers below were clearly heading towards a horror story, saying that if you want to win a man's heart, you must first dig out his heart...
Dusk had completely descended, leaving only blurry outlines and increasingly cold air all around.
Han Zhou broke out in a cold sweat and immediately became obedient, respectfully handing the phone back to Mo Yixia with both hands: "I'm sorry, Yixia, I was too loud just now."
Big data doesn't lie. The fact that Mo Yixia came across this kind of answer shows that she has studied these things quite a bit.
Of course, it's also possible that this guy started planning ahead to scare him, deliberately misleading the algorithm.
But in any case, keeping a low profile is the only way to survive right now.
Mo Yixia took the phone, opened Fetion, and immediately noticed the changed group name. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You think you can fool flat-chested girls with this kind of excuse?"
Han Zhou hadn't said anything yet, but she seemed to have seen through all his plans.
"This doesn't count as a lie."
Han Zhou's expression turned serious. "The only reason that could bring us all into the same group chat is that matter."
"Is it a reason that allows me to coexist peacefully with those two for the time being?" Mo Yixia bluntly exposed.
Han Zhou chuckled awkwardly and remained silent.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Yixia suddenly said, "I don't think this group name is quite appropriate."
"Then what would be appropriate?" The setting sun was sinking inch by inch, casting a golden edge on the girl's profile as it was about to fade. She looked over with a half-smile, her eyes reflecting the burning glow of the sunset.
"How about 'Han Zhou's harem'?"
Han Zhou's lips twitched, and he quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am a little greedy... okay, I am very greedy, but not to the point of being insatiable."
"is it?"
Mo Yixia looked up at the setting sun, her hair swaying in the wind, and said softly, "You said the same thing before we boarded the third ship."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, your browsing history includes teachers, senior female students, classmates, and junior female students—almost everyone in the group can find 'meal replacements' here."
Sure enough, I should have deleted my browsing history back then… Han Zhou chuckled dryly: “I only liked pretty things…”
"So here's the question..."
Mo Yixia looked away and tilted her head innocently, "Is there any girl in this group who isn't pretty?"
Han Zhou stood frozen in place.
"that……"
Fortunately, just then, Zhang Meng, who had been straining her ears to eavesdrop but couldn't hear anything, finally couldn't help but speak up, her tone somewhat aggrieved, "Cousin, can you please not hide from me when you're whispering to each other?"
The reason she didn't ask Mo Yixia, with whom she was closer, was because she knew that, given Mo Yixia's personality, whether she agreed or not, what she said would probably not be very pleasant. In comparison, her cousin should be easier to get along with.
Before Han Zhou could speak, Mo Yixia said with a smile, "Of course, don't worry, cousin is gentle to everyone, especially girls."
This is blatant sarcastic or insinuating behavior.
Zhang Meng didn't notice, but was shocked by Mo Yixia's obvious smile. She quickly lowered her voice and asked, "Cousin, is Mo Yixia very happy right now? But why isn't she touching her hair?"
Han Zhou let out a long sigh.
"Zhang Meng...you should practice more."
"what?"
Doesn't this mean I'm happy?
Zhang Meng was completely confused.
The sun sank a little lower, and the pale golden halo slowly faded from the street, making the surrounding shadows longer. The three of them chatted as they arrived at the entrance of Mo Yixia's residential area.
Mo Yixia told Han Zhou to wait outside, while she took Zhang Meng into the residential area. She didn't know how she managed to persuade her mother to allow her to stay overnight.
However, since Zhang Meng was brought along, the reason is not hard to guess; they are probably going to stay overnight at Zhang Meng's house.
More than half an hour later, when Mo Yixia reappeared at the entrance of the residential area, her school uniform was gone, and she had changed into a set of regular clothes.
She was still wearing that baseball cap, her long, black hair falling naturally from under the brim. Her face was mostly covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of cool, aloof eyes that exuded a sense of unapproachability.
She wore a red lamb wool hooded coat with neatly arranged black toggle buttons. Underneath the coat, she wore a beige fitted knit dress with a soft turtleneck that protected her neck. The skirt hem fell just above her knees, with a small pleat around the edge.
She wore a pair of shiny black knee-high boots, the boot shafts perfectly covering the slimmest part of her calves, making her legs appear straight and long.
The girl, with her hands in her pockets and a languid air, had just walked up to Han Zhou when she casually asked, "Does it look good?"
"It looks great," Han Zhou praised sincerely.
With Mo Yixia's figure and looks, even with casual outfits, her charm is hard to hide.
He looked behind Mo Yixia but didn't see Zhang Meng, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where's your classmate?"
"She'll be out soon. I'll go have dinner with you first."
Han Zhou was taken aback: "You haven't eaten yet?"
I ate just a little bit as a symbolic gesture.
As dusk lingered, Mo Yixia walked slowly ahead, her hair swaying in the wind. The dim glow of the sunset flowed along her silhouette, as if gathering the last rays of daylight upon her before gradually sinking into the twilight.
In the lingering aftertaste, the girl seemed to sigh softly, and then said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You're still hungry, how can I possibly eat?"
Seeing that Han Zhou hadn't caught up, she stopped and looked back.
Just then, the last rays of the setting sun pierced through the gaps between the buildings, casting a slanted light on the girl's face. The eyes above her mask were no longer as cold and calm as before, but were now tinged with a very light and warm amber halo.
As the evening breeze blew by, she casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her tone ambiguous, as if she were smiling but not quite.
"What, are you touched?"
"A little."
Han Zhou snapped out of his daze, a complex smile appearing on his face. He took a few steps forward and walked alongside her.
"Do you like me a little more now?"
"Yes," Han Zhou said frankly.
"Ok?"
Mo Yixia seemed thoughtful. "It seems your affection for me hasn't reached its limit yet."
Before Han Zhou could speak, she continued, "But this isn't a bad thing. I always believe that the day you completely fall in love with me, you will belong to me completely."
Han Zhou paused, then said, "Yi Xia, I..."
I don't want to hear anything else.
Mo Yixia interrupted him, "Anyway, even if I fail, you'll be the one who suffers in the end."
On Friday afternoon, the streets began to bustle with crowds, and the sounds of cars and people filled the entire city.
As the streetlights gradually came on, the young men and women, like two fish, silently swam upstream against the tide of people.
As dusk turned into night, Mo Yixia seemed to forget that she was still outside the gate of the residential area and could be bumped into by acquaintances at any moment. She took Han Zhou's hand and put it into the pocket of her large coat.
"Don't forget, I'm your final challenge."
"I know."
Han Zhou exhaled a long breath of white air and quietly tightened his grip on that cold hand.
"It's good to know."
Mo Yixia looked up at the deepening night and the dim streetlights on both sides, exhaling white mist that dampened the edge of her mask. Then she squeezed the warm hand in her pocket.
"Do you know?"
"That's why I've always been reluctant to wear gloves." (End of Chapter)