Going Home... Ah

At the entrance of the mall, the evening breeze brushed by with a trace of sultry heat.

After the seven of them redeemed their zongzi at the mall's store, they didn't arrange to have dinner together, but headed straight home instead.

Cai Junhuang, carrying her bag, waved to the crowd, and her figure quickly merged into the stream of people on the street.

Meanwhile, Fang Jun and An Yuexin walked off in the opposite direction with their arms around each other's shoulders, chatting noisily. By the looks of it, they were heading to an internet cafe to game together.

After all, Cai Junhuang had originally planned to go home right after dance practice, while Fang Jun and An Yuexin were clearly determined to make the most of their time to play.

"Do you guys think Fang Jun has a crush on Cai Junhuang?"

Looking at the retreating backs of the three, Jiang Yunlu suddenly blurted out out of nowhere.

"Does he?" Chu Miaomiao blinked, looking bewildered. "How come I didn't notice that at all."

She tried hard to recall Fang Jun and Cai Junhuang's interactions today, but it seemed... there was nothing special.

Lin Mo carried the paper bag containing clothes and zongzi, with one hand stuffed in his pocket, and shrugged.

"It's useless even if he does. It's obvious Cai Junhuang is going to pursue dancing all the way."

Someone that focused wouldn't necessarily want to date.

At least Lin Mo knew that Cai Junhuang had been single for the past three years.

"True."

Jiang Yunlu nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject, her gaze falling back on Lin Mo. "By the way, what are you guys doing next?"

"Going home to drop off our stuff, and tasting the eighty-eight yuan zongzi while we're at it."

Lin Mo swung the bag in his hand. If nothing else, his clothes had been hanging from his hand the whole time.

Jiang Yunlu looked at the Bentley that was slowly approaching.

"Then... I'll head home first. I have tutoring tomorrow, so see you the day after."

This was clearly directed at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded. Seeing her relaxed appearance, he couldn't help but tease, "Have you started your homework yet, Miss Jiang? Don't forget to do it."

"Ah, I'll do it tonight when I get back! I promise!" Jiang Yunlu stuck out her tongue playfully, not forgetting to wave at him before opening the car door. "Alright, I'm off, bye-bye!"

She looked quite free and easy.

Even Xie Yuling waved goodbye.

The car door closed with a muffled, pleasant thud, then merged into the traffic and disappeared into the night.

"Let's go too. Time to head home."

Only after watching the Bentley drive away did Lin Mo turn to Chu Miaomiao and Xie Yuling beside him and speak.

"Okay! Let's go back and eat the big eighty-eight yuan zongzi!" With only the three of them left, Chu Miaomiao became more lively. She cheered, clearly having higher expectations for the food.

"Is Miaomiao going home tonight?" Xie Yuling asked casually.

This question seemed to flip a switch.

One second Chu Miaomiao was thinking about zongzi, and the next she lunged like a koala to hug Xie Yuling's arm, rubbing her head against her shoulder.

"No! I'm sleeping in Yuling's arms tonight!" Her voice carried a clingy, coquettish tone.

Xie Yuling hugged her tighter in return, a smug smile appearing on her face as she took the opportunity to pinch Chu Miaomiao's cheek.

"That's great. The Miaomiao brand body pillow, whoever uses it knows. It's so soft and comfortable to hug."

Lin Mo: "..."

He watched this scene expressionlessly, feeling like a third wheel.

Were these wild words something a decent young man like him should be listening to?

He silently cleared his throat, trying to remind these two overly affectionate ladies that there was a third person present.

However, nobody paid him any attention.

Lin Mo sighed, carrying his things and resigning himself to walking a few steps ahead quickly, trying to put a safe distance between them.

Out of earshot, out of mind.

However, he hadn't gone far when Xie Yuling's smiling voice came from behind.

"Lin Mo, why are you running so fast?"

"Going home to take a crap!"

--System: It is hard to imagine that a cultivator also takes craps--

Once the Dragon Boat Festival passed, the atmosphere of final exams completely enveloped the entire campus.

Class division, a major event that would determine their learning trajectory for the next two years, was officially put on the agenda.

In some schools, class division was simple and crude; the school directly assigned students based on their report cards, and grades determined everything.

Unless the parents had immense power and connections, the students' wishes were insignificant.

But Guangba was a key school after all. In this regard, it appeared much more humane. The school chose to actively guide them, returning the right to choose to the students themselves.

At the podium, homeroom teacher Chen Xiaoya handed a stack of forms to the class monitor, Ma Ruixiang.

"Hand out the arts and sciences preference forms, and let everyone fill them out according to their own situations."

This preference form was designed quite thoughtfully. Behind everyone's name, all the scores from major and minor exams since the start of the semester were densely printed. The individual subject scores for arts and sciences, average scores, and grade rankings were clear at a glance.

It was mainly about looking at the data to see if one was cut out for the arts or meant for the sciences.

But this didn't stop a few students from sticking to their own ideas.

Chen Xiaoya had practically been saying these words every day for the past month. After days of being constantly exposed to it, everyone had a pretty good idea in their hearts.

Soon, the forms were distributed, but Ma Ruixiang held onto the last one and walked back to the podium with some hesitation.

"Teacher, Huang Haoyang didn't come today, so his form..." He paused and lowered his voice. "And isn't he transferring schools? He probably doesn't need to fill this out."

At the mention of Huang Haoyang's name, the class instantly fell quiet for a moment, and many people subconsciously exchanged glances.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoya's temples throbbed twice.

The police had already briefed the school about Huang Haoyang's situation.

Strictly speaking, regarding his parents' deaths and his legal culpability, he could return to school to attend classes at any time.

But with this, his originally confirmed transfer was completely ruined.

Chen Xiaoya sighed in her heart. The only thing to be thankful for was that after the class division, this troublemaker would finally be assigned to another class, and she would no longer have to worry about him clashing with Lin Mo in Class Eight.

As for the school's disciplinary action, it was temporarily shelved. After all, he had just lost his parents. If the school immediately punished him, it would seem far too heartless if word got out.

In the end, Chen Xiaoya simply waved her hand and said, "Forget it, just give his to me."

She couldn't really say too much to the students about Huang Haoyang's affairs.

After all, everyone would definitely isolate him.

But if Huang Haoyang couldn't think things through and offed himself, she didn't think it was a big issue; however, if he targeted other students in the class, that would be a huge problem.

As a homeroom teacher, she was naturally very clear about her students' mindsets.

Most homeroom teachers acted on the principle that less trouble is better than more trouble, and Chen Xiaoya agreed.

She could only handle it silently for now.

Only, she didn't know that in a QQ group without her, the news about Huang Haoyang was already widely known.

And everyone was very clear about what had happened to Huang Haoyang.

If she knew, perhaps Chen Xiaoya might have even laid the matter out in the open.

It was just a pity...