Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 157 Expectation
Mo Yixia didn't pay attention to the details that revealed her feelings.

As expected, the parent-teacher meeting should be over soon, and what she needs to do is finish the test paper before then.

It's okay if she doesn't finish, but she doesn't want to bring extra stuff with her. It's just a pity that he can't do anything else during the parent-teacher conference, otherwise she could have asked him to help with some of it...

It was a rare opportunity to talk so much with Mo Yixia at once, and Zhang Meng didn't want to end the conversation there. With school about to end, she lost interest in studying and kept secretly observing Mo Yixia.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like the other person had chuckled softly just now.

After a moment of stunned silence, she couldn't help but say, "Um... Mo Yixia."

"Ok?"

"You just... no, it's nothing..."

She really wanted to ask Mo Yixia if she had just laughed, but she stopped herself from asking. After all, the question was a bit strange, so she changed the subject, "Speaking of which, why did you let that boy come to your parent-teacher conference?"

She recalled Han Zhou's appearance and said with longing, "He's so handsome! He looks about the same age as us. I didn't even realize he wasn't from our school at first."

Mo Yixia slowed down her answering pace and glanced at her, asking, "Do you think he's handsome?"

"Of course, being an idol is enough. And it's not just me who thinks so. Several girls who went back to the classroom with me thought so too. Wang Feng even said that when we went back to the classroom later, I would find an opportunity to ask for his Fetion."

"Do you want it too?"

"I'm fine. I'm not as prone to infatuation as Wang Feng and the others, so it doesn't matter whether I want it or not..."

Zhang Meng was speaking casually when she suddenly remembered something and lowered her voice to remind her, "By the way, it seems that Wang Feng and the others don't know that the boy is related to you. If you don't want to be bothered by them, it's best not to reveal this relationship yet."

Wang Feng was their classmate. She wasn't a bad person; she was a very outgoing girl who generally got along well with her classmates. However, she was sometimes a bit clueless and would always pester others for help whenever she needed it, which annoyed many people. The key was that she herself didn't even realize it.

Wang Feng is a fan of celebrities and often swoons over handsome men. She also has the courage to ask for their contact information. If she really wanted to get Mo Yixia's relative's contact information, she might just keep bothering Mo Yixia.

Seeing that Mo Yixia didn't respond for a long time, Zhang Meng asked cautiously, "Are you listening?"

"Ah."

Mo Yixia seemed to be thinking about something. Zhang Meng thought she was considering her suggestion, but the next second, she suddenly said something that left her completely baffled.

"He actually had plastic surgery."

Plastic surgery?!

Zhang Meng was stunned for a couple of seconds before she reacted, exclaiming in shock, "Who? Your relative?"

"Yes, that happened the year before last," Mo Yixia said with a straight face, her tone tinged with sadness. "I still have all his old photos. Do you want to see them?"

"No...no need for that."

Zhang Meng was a little surprised. Why did Mo Yixia suddenly become more talkative?

Sensing the complex emotions in the other person's tone, she guessed that there might be a rather painful story behind it, and carefully comforted her, "It's okay, plastic surgery is nothing, many celebrities have had plastic surgery, and they've all gotten uglier... Besides, your relative has good body proportions and is quite tall."

Mo Yixia was silent for a moment: "He pulled bones."

"what?"

"He had bone-increasing surgery; he used to be only 1.5 meters tall."

"No!"

Zhang Meng gasped in surprise, quickly covering her mouth and looking around. Seeing no one was watching, she swallowed hard and continued, "I heard that bone-breaking is really painful, that they break bones and stuff..."

Besides, 1.5 meters is just too exaggerated, isn't it? If it really had that effect, she'd like to try it herself.

She paused for a moment, then comforted him, "But it's okay, boys just pay more attention to height, just like we girls pay attention to our skin. His skin is so good, I'm so envious..."

Mo Yixia seemed to have a good relationship with her relative. Zhang Meng thought that Mo Yixia was now thinking about the sad experiences her relative had before completing the "transformation program," which was why she was trying so hard to find the good points in the boy.

However, she wasn't just praising him unnecessarily; the boy's skin really was very good, even whiter than many girls', though he was a little thin...

"He indulged in excessive sexual activity."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mo Yixia's sudden words instantly pulled Zhang Meng back to reality, and the latter almost choked on her own saliva. "What did you say?"

This was a subconscious confirmation. Even if she were naive, she should have realized that Mo Yixia was joking. She said, both amused and exasperated, "Oh, you were just joking. I thought you were serious."

Mo Yixia didn't even look up and said, "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Isn't that so..."

Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stared at the other person in disbelief, her eyes wide as big as eggs.

"Don't look at me like that. His excessive indulgence has nothing to do with me," Mo Yixia said casually as she switched to another test paper.

"What...what are you saying?!"

Zhang Meng was stunned, her face slightly flushed, and she said, "I didn't say that..."

Mo Yixia's words only made things worse, as they led her to involuntarily connect the dots...

The reason she was so shocked was because she was surprised by the unusual behavior Mo Yixia had displayed today. Putting aside everything else, she had never seen Mo Yixia joke before.

Or perhaps this isn't a joke after all?

Now that I think about it, how should I put it... it was almost like someone had heard that someone was eyeing something they cherished, and in order to protect that thing, they deliberately spoke ill of it to outsiders!

hiss……

Is this considered jealousy?

Zhang Meng thought for a long time but couldn't connect the word "jealousy" with Mo Yixia. However, there was one thing she was certain of: Mo Yixia clearly didn't want anyone else to get her relative's contact information.

No, no, judging from the current situation, it's hard to say whether these two people are even related...

Her curiosity was stronger than ever before, and she wanted to ask more questions, but just then, the head of the grade suddenly walked to the classroom door with a stern face.

"They're high school seniors, what kind of talk is this!"

Looking at the messy classroom, he first snorted coldly. Seeing that the class had fallen silent, he said with a cold face, "Alright, the parent-teacher meeting is over. Hurry up and go back to the classroom. You can leave after your homeroom teacher explains the holiday arrangements."

As soon as the words were spoken, the students of Class 3, Grade 12 were overjoyed. They quickly packed up their books and left their seats, ignoring the grade director's expression, and excitedly ran towards the classroom.

Mo Yixia also put away her test papers and stood up. She had almost finished these test papers, and she could do the rest when she came back.

Zhang Meng waited for her at the door, and the two went to the classroom together.

As the parent-teacher meeting ended, parents were leaving the school one after another. Some parents planned to wait for their children to go home together after school, so they stood outside the classroom to wait. Han Zhou was one of them.

He had just received a call from Jiang Baiqian. She briefly mentioned the parent-teacher conference before confirming whether Mo Yixia would be spending her three-day holiday with him.

As Mo Yixia had instructed, Han Zhou gave affirmative answers to all of her inquiries. Surprisingly, Jiang Baiqian didn't press for details and simply said, "Then I'll leave it to you," before hanging up.

It really is like the sun rising in the west...

Han Zhou muttered to himself, he really couldn't figure out what reason Mo Yixia had used to convince Jiang Baiqian. It couldn't possibly be that they actually had a child...

As he pondered, he saw Mo Yixia and a sweet-looking girl walking towards him from the stairwell not far away, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

We can finally leave.

Zhang Meng followed Mo Yixia, curiously watching Han Zhou from a distance for a while, then glancing at Mo Yixia beside her who looked perfectly normal. In the end, she didn't voice her questions and walked into the classroom with the other classmates.

The bespectacled homeroom teacher waited in the classroom the whole time. After reminding everyone not to slack off in their studies after going home, to pay attention to safety during the holidays, and wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, she announced that everyone could go home after school.

A cheer erupted in the classroom.

Not only Class 3 of Senior Three, but almost the entire teaching building was cheering, and students began to pour out of the classrooms. Mo Yixia's movements were neither fast nor slow; a few minutes later, she walked out of the classroom through the back door with a black backpack.

Han Zhou readily took the backpack, weighed it in his hand and found it to be quite light, then asked, "Are there clothes inside?"

They talked as they went downstairs and headed towards the school gate.

"Ah."

Mo Yixia turned her head and looked him over for a while. "I was going to ask you this before, didn't you bring any spare clothes?"

"I brought it, and left it outside the school."

"Really? I thought you wanted to wear my clothes again. I don't mind, but underwear..."

"Come on, come on."

Han Zhou interrupted impatiently, "So what exactly did you say to your mother that made her agree to let you climb a snow mountain at this time?"

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although Jiang Baiqian is very strict with Mo Yixia in her studies, she still cares for her. On such an important day as the Mid-Autumn Festival, she should have made time to eat mooncakes with her. Why would she let her leave?

Mo Yixia pulled down her hat brim: "I'll tell you when we get back."

"It sounds like you're worried I'll run away if you tell me..."

Han Zhou was suspicious, but he didn't intend to ask any further questions.

He glanced back and saw a furtive figure following them not far away. He asked, "Is that your friend behind us? Why is he following us?"

He recognized the figure; it was the girl who had been walking with Mo Yixia not long ago.

"Her name is Zhang Meng, and she's my current deskmate."

"Your deskmate?" Han Zhou thought for a moment. "She seems to really want to be friends with you. I just heard her dad mention her."

"Well, but I can't quite handle her enthusiasm."

Mo Yixia didn't hide her thoughts. Looking at the students chatting and laughing in twos and threes ahead, she said, "There's more than one person like this. Their motives are simple and pure, and they haven't done anything wrong, but I just can't accept this kind of enthusiasm. On the contrary, I can tolerate a nasty guy like you..."

Her tone was somewhat melancholy, "I clearly don't like being alone, yet I hate interacting with people. It's really strange. Maybe I'm just an oddball."

Han Zhou's face darkened: "Give me a proper explanation of what you mean by 'a vile guy'."

Mo Yixia pretended not to hear.

Han Zhou had no choice but to sigh and say, "If you're a weirdo, then be it. If all else fails, just use me as a model for interpersonal relationships. That way, you might be more willing to interact with people in the future."

"A model, huh..."

Mo Yixia turned to look at him for a moment, then hesitated and asked, "You mean you don't mind that I'm this kind of person?"

Han Zhou was taken aback, thinking to himself, "I don't know who you are, it's the first time I've found out." He immediately laughed and said, "What's there to mind? You can accept a 'bad guy' like me, so why would I care what kind of person you are?"

"Will you accept everything about me?"

"Yes..."

Han Zhou hesitated, about to nod, when suddenly his expression changed, and he said warily, "Wait, are you playing the victim again? Suddenly saying you want me to forgive you... You didn't do something to wrong me again, did you?"

He almost forgot that Mo Yixia wasn't a sentimental person; she wouldn't feel down because of interpersonal relationships.
Mo Yixia pretended not to hear and quietly turned her head away: "See over there? Our school has planted a lot of Huangguoshu trees. It's especially picturesque in the summer..."

"Don't change the subject."

Han Zhou's lips twitched. He was now certain that this guy had definitely done something to trick him again.

“I didn’t, and I’ve already heard you promise to forgive me.”

Mo Yixia felt there was no need to tell him about her secret gossip about Han Zhou's excessive indulgence. She said thoughtfully, "If you want me to want to interact with other people, you have to let me experience the joy of being with people first. Perfect timing, I'll be grading your performance on this snow mountain climb. If your final grade is above the passing mark..."

"You're really willing to make friends with people?" Han Zhou asked curiously, picking up on her question.

"I will bury you on the snow-capped mountain."

Mo Yixia rolled her eyes at him, a rare occurrence. The momentary charm made Han Zhou momentarily lost in thought. He heard the girl's slightly helpless voice in his ear, "Passing is the most basic requirement. If even you can barely meet this standard, it will only make me hate interpersonal relationships more."

"So what score do you think would be appropriate?"

"Of course it's a perfect score," Mo Yixia said matter-of-factly. "You should be prepared for that, right?"

Okay, this does overlap with the requirements of the event...

Han Zhou shook his head inwardly and said with a wry smile, "You want me to tolerate you, and you also want me to try my best to meet your demands so that you'll give me a perfect score... Are you acting like an empress dowager?"

“It’s a princess,” Mo Yixia corrected.

"Yes, yes, Princess."

The sun was already setting in the west, and its rays shone on the two of them, giving the girl's hair a slight reddish tinge.

Seeing that Mo Yixia habitually tucked her hair behind her ear, Han Zhou smiled and said, "But Your Highness, you seem to be in a very good mood today."

Mo Yixia seemed to pause for a moment, then turned to look at him.

"Have you been observing me for a long time?" she asked a seemingly random question.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how did you tell I was in a good mood?"

"Oh, that's easy. Although I can hardly read your mind, I can still tell your mood."

Han Zhou laughed and said, "There's a detail about you when you're in a good mood: you tend to tie your hair up more often. I guess you're trying to hide your eyes so I can't see what's in your eyes. I'm not trying to be mean, but why hide something like being in a good mood?"

"And what about when I'm in a bad mood? What are some specific examples?"

"I can't tell yet..." Han Zhou pondered for a moment, "Maybe it'll make me eat more fish?"

Mo Yixia turned her head away and adjusted the brim of her hat.

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 4/10 smiley faces out of 10 targets to earn 1 point】

Did he laugh?
Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Han Zhou asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Mo Yixia's tone seemed a bit lighter, "But today, besides you, there was another person who noticed that I was in a good mood, but she couldn't say why."

"Who told you to keep your thoughts to yourself?" Han Zhou shrugged. "Or maybe I'm just better at observing."

"Is that right?"

Mo Yixia tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and in her heart, she already had an answer.

This may not have much to do with observation skills, because even the most observant person will find it difficult to draw conclusions if they lack sufficient observation "samples".

Although they were deskmates for a semester, Zhang Meng could only observe that she was in a very low mood very rarely.

As for this guy...

She glanced at Han Zhou, and suddenly realized something she had long been aware of—

I don't know when it started, but she doesn't seem to hate anticipation as much anymore.

Or perhaps, she was already looking forward to what would happen in the future.

(End of this chapter)