Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 180 Let's create an avalanche

At this moment, Han Zhou, who was in the snow-capped mountains, was of course unaware of the conversation that was taking place between Gu Zheng and Gu Lang.

The sun had already set, and it was completely dark.

"what happened?"

Feeling his backpack being tugged, Han Zhou turned to look at Mo Yixia. Because the wind was so strong, he had to raise his voice so that she could hear him. "Let me make this clear first, I'm not giving your backpack back. Just stay right behind me."

He suspected the guy wanted to take the backpack back.

Seeing that the girl didn't speak for a long time, he first raised his eyebrows, then realized that her voice was probably being covered by the wind. So he skillfully changed his status from "Leave it to fate" to "Leave it to man", and then focused on his hearing.

“What did you say?” he asked loudly.

"I'm thirsty."

The next second, Mo Yixia's slightly panting voice rang in his ear. She probably realized that the wind was too strong, so she raised her voice this time.

"Give me your bag."

"Thirsty?" Han Zhou looked at the backpack in his hand, not letting go immediately, and asked suspiciously, "You're not planning to take the bag and then not give it back to me, are you?"

"So what if I don't give it to you?" Mo Yixia said with a cold laugh, panting. "You'll just snatch it back anyway."

She seemed quite unhappy about Han Zhou forcibly taking her backpack earlier, and her words sounded like she was throwing a tantrum.

Han Zhou felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong. If she had let this guy continue carrying the bag, she probably wouldn't even have the strength to speak now: "Then hold on tight, I'm going to let go."

Mo Yixia hugged the backpack to her chest, unzipped it, took out a water bottle, and then handed the bag back to Han Zhou.

The backpack wasn't actually that heavy, but it was quite a burden for her at the moment, and she didn't plan to push herself any further.

Han Zhou took the backpack and reminded him without turning his head, "Give me the cup when you're done drinking."

"Do you want to drink too?"

"Of course not, I was just helping you put the cup back in your bag. It's not like I don't have a cup."

"Oh."

Mo Yixia sighed weakly, her tone sounding somewhat regretful, "I should have just bought one cup."

Han Zhou was too lazy to reply, but soon felt his backpack being tugged. He turned around in surprise and asked, "You finished drinking so quickly?"

Mo Yixia shook her head and handed him the cup in her hand.

"I told you I have a cup."

"I didn't say I was going to give you any to drink."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I can't open it."

Can't unscrew it?

Han Zhou was both amused and exasperated. He took the cup, easily unscrewed the lid, and handed it back to the other person while sighing, "I'm not trying to be mean, but you're so tired you don't even have the strength to unscrew a lid, yet you still have the energy to be angry with me?"

"Who said I'm angry?"

Mo Yixia pulled down her mask, exhaled a puff of white air, tilted her head back, and took a small sip of water.

The thermos is of very good quality; the water inside is still hot.

“Even if you’re not angry, you’re at least unhappy.” Han Zhou’s tone was quite certain. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be arguing with me.”

This time, Mo Yixia didn't deny it, and elegantly drank her hot water: "Then why do you think I would argue with you?"

Although her voice sounded weak from exhaustion, her tone still conveyed a sense of calm and nonchalance.

Han Zhou chuckled and said, "Isn't it just because I insisted on carrying your bag? You hate anticipation so much, so you must hate relying on others, right? Besides, I remember you seem to hate it when people use the excuse of 'this is for your own good' to force you to do something."

Mo Yixia clicked her tongue: "You're really bold. Since you know how annoying I am, why do you still tease me like this?"

"You mean to say it's a provocation, right..."

"It's harassment and forcibly stealing designer bags."

Taking a short breath, Mo Yixia continued, "Also, your guesses are only somewhat reasonable, but not much."

"why?"

Han Zhou felt that he should have accurately guessed this guy's true thoughts this time.

"Think for yourself."

Mo Yixia said seriously, "What really upsets me is that you said you could carry me up the mountain, but you only talked the talk and didn't walk the walk. You only chose to carry my bag, which made me very jealous of it. I'll burn it after we get down the mountain."

Han Zhou would be a fool to believe such nonsense. He said irritably, "If you crave the same treatment as your backpack, then I might as well carry you around... Also, you don't need to speak so loudly. I can hear you if you speak softly."

In order to make sure he could hear clearly, Mo Yixia kept raising his voice, hoping to save the other person some energy.

"Oh, I've finished drinking."

Mo Yixia tightened the lid, handed the cup to him, and then gripped the backpack strap tightly again.

Han Zhou put the cup into his bag and, seeing this, said with a wry smile, "You remind me of those little kids in kindergarten. Every time they lend something to someone, they hold on to it as if the other person will snatch it away and never return it."

"The bag itself is fine, but what I'm worried about is that it's not the bag that gets stolen and not returned."

Mo Yixia sighed softly, then suddenly loosened the straps and said indifferently, "You should carry your backpack; it's not tiring to carry it around."

So you've forgotten why I left with my bag in the first place...?

Han Zhou muttered to himself and casually slung the backpack over his shoulder.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he felt Mo Yixia poking the back of his head with her finger from behind, and with considerable force, as if she was quite dissatisfied.

This guy……

"what are you doing?"

He sighed and turned to look at Mo Yixia.

The latter looked at him, and after a few seconds spoke, her tone somewhat aggrieved.

Aren't you afraid of losing me now?

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, but Mo Yixia didn't give him a chance to speak. She slowly extended her right hand and pointed to the gloves on her hand with her chin.

Perhaps knowing what Han Zhou was worried about, she hesitated for a moment and comforted him, "Don't worry, if you wear it, it doesn't count as giving it to you."

Han Zhou nearly coughed up blood: "Where did you learn that phrase?!"

Mo Yixia pretended not to hear, and just stared at him without saying a word, her raised hand showing no intention of lowering it.

Han Zhou glanced at Xiao Yuyan not far ahead, feeling somewhat hesitant.

But as the sky grew darker and the wind grew stronger, it became difficult for him to keep an eye on Mo Yixia behind him while he was walking ahead. He was worried that he might not be able to react in time if something happened to her. He hesitated for a moment.

Forget it, there's nothing to worry about. Safety first, and besides, wearing it doesn't count as... Pshaw!
Despite his concerns, Han Zhou did not hesitate for long before taking Mo Yixia's hand.

Perhaps worried that he would change his mind, Mo Yixia immediately gripped his hand tightly, as if she wanted to crush his bones.

Han Zhou asked with a strange expression, "You really can't even unscrew a cup lid with that much strength?"

"Who knows."

Mo Yixia remained calm and turned her head away from him.

The two walked hand in hand with the group. After a short while, Han Zhou suddenly heard Mo Yixia's low voice behind him: "Can you hear this kind of sound?"

“Okay,” Han Zhou replied.

The other person's voice was very soft, so soft that it could be easily drowned out by the wind. If his hearing hadn't been enhanced, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

"Really?" Mo Yixia seemed a little surprised. "Then your body is truly mysterious. Your physical abilities don't match your size, your hearing is different from ordinary people, and even your strength is strange..."

She pondered for a moment, then said to herself, "I must study this strange body from all angles in the future."

Is your research even serious...?

Han Zhou thought to himself, but at the same time he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Yixia's second half of her sentence was actually a way of saying that she would not pursue these anomalies.

With his keen perception, he probably realized many of these issues long ago. The reason he hasn't pointed them out is simply because he doesn't intend to get involved.

He pretended not to hear what was said.

Mo Yixia ignored whether he heard her or not and continued, "Since you can hear even this volume, I can continue chatting with you. That way, it won't take too much effort."

Han Zhou took out his phone and checked the time, saying, "Alright, we're expected to arrive at base camp at eight o'clock, which is about forty minutes. It would be quite boring to just keep climbing for such a long time. What would you like to talk about?"

Mo Yixia looked at Xiao Yuyan and Liao Xinyu not far ahead and pondered, "If we were to use your current terminology, that man named Liao Xinyu would probably be called a 'simp,' right?"

"You could say that..."

Han Zhou paused for a moment, then answered hesitantly. He didn't like talking badly about others behind their backs, so he asked curiously, "But what do you mean by 'in our current terms'? Do you have any unique nickname for yourself?" "No, but in the past, such a person would generally be called 'deeply affectionate'."

“Deep affection depends on many factors. Although I don’t really like the current trend of labeling everything as a ‘simp,’ this person…”

Han Zhou shook his head, offering no further comment, and asked疑惑地问道, "But why did you suddenly start talking about Liao Xinyu? Did you realize he's not a good person either?"

"I don't want to talk about him, but about Xiao Yuyan, or rather, about myself."

"What do you mean?" Han Zhou was even more confused.

“Look at Xiao Yuyan, she is clearly exhausted, but despite Liao Xinyu’s repeated attempts to befriend her, she never let him carry her bag. Her attitude was very firm. On the other hand, I also didn’t want you to carry my bag, but in the end, I succumbed to your tyranny and accepted the fact.”

Under the tyranny of God...

Han Zhou's lips twitched: "When are you going to change your habit of misusing words..."

Mo Yixia did not answer, and remained silent for a while before speaking again, her mood unusually low.

"Am I actually a very two-faced person?"

His tone remained calm, but with a hint of melancholy.

"Clearly, if you were firm enough, even you couldn't forcibly take my backpack. I kept telling myself that I couldn't be a burden to you, but in reality, I was afraid of hardship and fatigue. I only offered token resistance before accepting your violence, and afterwards I even pretended to be high-minded, and I'm still sullen about it..."

“I’m just that kind of two-faced person. If I were really firm enough, things would be like Xiao Yuyan and the others. The backpack shouldn’t be on your shoulder, and my hand shouldn’t be in your hand.”

Han Zhou listened attentively, then couldn't help but laugh and cry. He thought to himself that this guy was still holding a grudge about him carrying her bag, but he was just being stubborn.

He said irritably, "Can those two compare to us? Sister Yuyan and Liao Xinyu are just ordinary friends. She didn't give him her backpack to draw a line between them, but our relationship..."

At this point, he suddenly paused, realizing Mo Yixia's intention—

"Hmm? What happened to our relationship? Go on."

As expected, Mo Yixia immediately pressed for answers, her tone ambiguous, revealing no trace of her former dejection.

Han Zhou realized he had fallen into a trap again; this guy had clearly lured him into this topic on purpose.

"Our relationship...is clearly better than theirs..."

He gave a standard answer, but Mo Yixia was clearly not satisfied.

"Oh? How much better?"

"It's the kind of good that you can trust to give me your bag without worry," Han Zhou continued vaguely.

"Is that so? That sounds like a pretty ordinary relationship..."

Mo Yixia's tone was disdainful, but she didn't intend to delve into it further. Instead, she changed the subject, "I remember when you introduced our relationship to Xiao Yuyan, you used the term 'teacher-student relationship,' right?"

"Correct."

"Let me guess, the reason you define our relationship this way is because you can't find a relationship that is appropriate and open enough for you right now, and the reason you call me your student is because you can't deny my special place in your heart, so you used this unique and special relationship for you, right?"

Mo Yixia knew very well that Han Zhou would not be able to become a teacher in the future, nor would he tutor anyone else, so she could indeed be said to be this guy's only student.

While this answer is clever, it's still much better than simply avoiding the issue.

Han Zhou stared blankly. He knew Mo Yixia could "read minds," but he didn't expect that she could so easily see through even such a small thought.

...There are practically no secrets from this guy.

"Han Zhou, you are a greedy person."

After a long silence, Mo Yixia continued, as if she were standing in his heart examining everything within him, "Deep down, you crave everything. This is both a strength and a weakness, but it's not too bad."

"Because I only recently realized that you and I are actually the same kind of people; we are both very greedy."

"I don't know how you view your relationships with other girls you know. Maybe they're childhood sweethearts, maybe they're your ideal women, or maybe they're your goddesses... But even if they're your first love, I don't care about any of that."

The girl paused slightly, and after a few seconds, she continued speaking.

"Because you will always be mine, completely mine."

The snow and wind grew increasingly fierce, but her voice seemed to completely drown out the wind, forcefully drilling into Han Zhou's ears.

Han Zhou was stunned.

Although Mo Yixia had occasionally said some surprising things before, this domineering and direct confession seemed to be a first for her.

Yes, this is a blatant confession.

Perhaps during that period of silence, the girl had been thinking about this issue, which is why she suddenly said those words.

...However, this is precisely what Han Zhou fears now.

However, Mo Yixia clearly saw through his thoughts and said in a disdainful tone, "You can rest assured that I will not force you to make a choice at this time. But don't misunderstand me. This is not about being considerate, but about being consistent in word and deed. Just as I hate the expectations imposed on me by others, I will not impose my expectations on you."

Han Zhou didn't dare to reply; at a time like this, he could only cower like a turtle.

"Based on my initial understanding, I only have one formidable rival, and that is the girl named Guzheng. You have known her for much longer than I have known her, and your relationship is more solid than ours. If I am a child who fell from the sky, then she is my childhood sweetheart, and a childhood sweetheart who should not be underestimated."

Han Zhou's eyelids twitched, thinking to himself that Ya Ya really had no sense of propriety; she had probably leaked all the information she could.

However, you can't blame the other party for this; after all, a child can't think that much.

However, in reality, Lin Youya did think a lot and even considered protecting Han Zhou's secret with her life. However, Mo Yixia was a very capable person. She didn't even need Lin Youya to open her mouth to get a lot of information. With a little trickery, she dug out all the information Lin Youya had.

Poor Lin Youya was completely unaware of all this, and foolishly believed that she had kept Han Zhou's secret, planning to ask him for credit later and also to inquire who the real female lead was.

Snowflakes began to fall again, this time much heavier than before. However, even if it snowed for days and nights, it wouldn't become permanent snow on the mountaintop.

Mo Yixia looked up and stared for a moment before saying, "Do you remember when I said I had come up with a way to defeat Qingmei from the sky?"

“Remember… remember…”

Han Zhou knew he couldn't pretend to be dead anymore, and tried his best not to make his voice sound too guilty.

"So what do you think it could be?"

"N-I don't know..."

"Don't know, or don't you want to know?"

If I had to say something, it would be that I dare not know… Han Zhou thought to himself.

Seeing that he was burying his head in the sand again, Mo Yixia didn't force him to answer. She reached out and caught a falling snowflake.

"What should we do? Reality is not an animation. If the initial conditions are basically the same, the probability of the one falling from the sky defeating the one who is the childhood friend is definitely less than 50%. Just like the snowflakes that fall later will always melt before the snow that has been accumulating on the ground for many years, the disadvantage is determined from the beginning."

"So... how can we make the snow on the ground melt faster?"

Although he understood the true meaning of the question, Han Zhou was still intrigued, and he suspected that if he didn't seize the opportunity to ask this time, he might not get the answer later.

So he cautiously asked, "What should I do?"

Mo Yixia remained silent for a long time, only gripping his hand even tighter as she stared at the figure blocking her way.

On the cold, snowy mountainside, through thick gloves, she couldn't feel the other person's body temperature, couldn't touch their pulse, and couldn't analyze their psychological state through their expressions.

This feeling isn't exactly good, but it's not bad either.

Just as Han Zhou had worried, Mo Yixia had never understood the feeling of liking someone.

When dislike becomes the norm, any emotion that differs from dislike may be mistaken for liking.

Just like how young boys and girls are always easily moved by spring fever, but sometimes, in a moment of distraction, they will find that their former passion was nothing but a passing breeze.

This may not be something you can call liking, but it can still leave an indelible mark on most people's hearts.

Even now, Mo Yixia can occasionally feel her heart pounding and touch her slightly flushed cheeks. She feels relaxed when they are together, but often thinks of his face when they are apart. She even wants to spend the few days of free time she would have gained by sacrificing all her future vacations with him, but she still can't be sure if it's love.

But what does it matter?

If you're wrong, then correct it.

If this isn't liking it yet, then add a little more blushing and heart-pounding, a little more companionship and longing, and a little more fun memories. Start from not disliking it, and sprinkle a little more enthusiasm and a little more excitement every day until it truly becomes liking.

Even if rivals appear during this process.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"It's very simple."

With that thought in mind, the girl gathered her thoughts, her voice as clear and cold as falling snowflakes, sounding exceptionally distinct in the wind.

"Snow won't always remain snow, and snowflakes won't always remain snowflakes. If snowflakes always melt before snow..."

"Then let's create an avalanche."

No one can understand the pain of losing a chapter twice in a row...

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