Daily Life of the Group's Darling

"I roam freely through the storm, looked up to by the masses; through the storm, I will never look back!"

The impassioned music suddenly blasted out. Fang Jun stood with one hand in his pocket and pushed the other forward flat like a palm, striking a pose he thought was cool enough to shatter the heavens, gazing melancholically toward the gates of No. 45 Middle School.

"Fang Jun."

"Hmm?"

"Is the water in your brain boiling?"

Cai Junhuang's voice was flat, but anyone who knew her well understood that this was the calm before the storm.

"Could you turn off your BGM? We're just here to pick up Lin Mo's cousin from school, not going to a gang fight."

"Caicaizi, you don't understand. A man needs BGM to highlight his greatness. Right now, we are like lone heroes about to step onto the battlefield, coming to pick up a princess from school. This is a sense of ritual..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cai Junhuang ruthlessly elbowed Fang Jun, knocking his BGM right out of him.

Fang Jun clutched his kidney, gasping in a breath of cold air. For some reason, Cai Junhuang's elbow strikes were getting more and more powerful.

"Hiss... Are you trying to murder your own husband!"

Cai Junhuang pulled back her elbow and expressionlessly rolled her wrist. "Say that again?"

Fang Jun immediately straightened his back and spoke with righteous indignation, "What I mean is, the force behind your elbow strike is becoming more condensed and penetrating, showing hints of a grandmaster's demeanor. Could this be the long-lost Eight Extremities Collapse?"

"Hmph!" Cai Junhuang turned her head away.

This intimate interaction was seen by everyone, but surprisingly, no one teased them.

Probably because no one initiated the teasing.

The main instigator of teasing was usually the person involved.

Lin Mo's group standing at the school gate actually stood out quite a bit.

Several young men and women wearing Guangba school uniforms had outstanding temperaments and looks, making it hard not to attract attention.

In the security booth, a newly arrived young guard was a bit nervous and picked up his walkie-talkie, wanting to call his colleagues.

"Brother Wang, there are a few students from another school at the gate. They look like they're waiting to ambush someone, should we go..."

The older guard next to him grabbed his hand and gestured toward Lin Mo's direction with his mouth. "Don't mess around."

The young guard looked bewildered.

"The last time that boy dropped his cousin off for school, the principal personally ran down from his office to welcome him. Why would you chase him away? He's just here to pick someone up."

The young guard was instantly filled with awe and silently put down the walkie-talkie.

It wasn't that students from other schools had never come here before; middle schoolers arranging fights was a common occurrence.

If too many people from other schools gathered, the security guards would usually take the initiative to drive them away.

But right now, pretending not to see them was the best course of action.

To make the principal act so politely, how deep must his background be?

"Ring, ring, ring."

The crisp sound of the school dismissal bell rang out, piercing the tranquility of the campus.

Behind the green glass of the butterfly staircase directly facing the school gates, heads bobbed and then grew dense.

The crowd surged out of the teaching building's exit like floodwaters from an opened sluice gate.

Some boys were like arrows released from a bow, sprinting toward the school gates as if running a hundred-meter dash, terrified that if they were a second late, they wouldn't be able to escape the school.

Others gathered in small groups of three or five, pushing their bicycles out from the bike sheds.

As soon as they exited the school gates, they hopped on their bikes and rode off.

In reality, when school let out at noon, there weren't many parents at the gates.

In southern cities, it was indeed rare for parents to pick up and drop off middle schoolers; most students were used to commuting independently.

It was even possible that their parents didn't know where the school was located.

Although the school gate was bustling, it was mostly filled with students.

As for safety, there wasn't much to worry about.

Especially in the downtown area, despite the seemingly large flow of people, the surveillance cameras nearby were the most densely packed.

Lin Mo wasn't in a hurry; his divine sense could see Ning Qingcheng.

The little girl's movements were half a beat slower than her classmates. She was unhurriedly stacking her textbooks and workbooks one by one and putting them into a somewhat bulging backpack.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

That backpack looked heavy.

Sure enough, she had never been to school before. Next time, he would have to tell her that if she ate lunch at school, she shouldn't carry her backpack home to save herself the back-and-forth hassle.

Or he could just get her a school cafeteria meal card so she could take her noon break at school and avoid the rush.

Moreover, she didn't need to bring all her books home.

Before long, Ning Qingcheng came out with a few classmates, coincidentally the same ones from yesterday.

"Wow! Qingcheng, that's your brother and his classmates, right? Where are those uniforms from?"

"I know, those are Guangba uniforms. It's right near our school, and that's a key school!"

"There are so many of them, they must all be your brother's classmates. They all came to pick you up, that's so nice."

If nothing else, having so many older brothers and sisters come to pick her up actually gave her a lot of face in middle school.

First, it told others that she had people looking out for her.

Second, it gave off a feeling of being the group's favorite, and the little girls were all very envious of this apple-of-the-eye treatment.

Ning Qingcheng hadn't expected Lin Mo to bring so many people to pick her up, which left her a bit at a loss.

However, she still walked up to Lin Mo and the others.

"Hello, older brothers and sisters."

Who wouldn't like such a polite and cute younger sister?

Everyone greeted her one after another, and the scene became a bit chaotic for a moment.

Ning Qingcheng's classmates also tactfully took their leave.

Lin Mo wasn't surprised that Ning Qingcheng was so popular. After all, the child was indeed adorable, and her proactive greeting just now was enough to win everyone's affection.

Lin Mo took Ning Qingcheng's backpack and instructed her.

"Next time school lets out at noon, you don't need to bring so many books back. Either leave the books at home, or only bring them to school when you need them for class."

"Oh, I know."

Having never attended school, Ning Qingcheng really thought she had to take all her books with her.

After seeing Lin Mo's cousin, everyone dispersed and went their separate ways.

It was hard to say what the point of gathering together was, as if it was merely to pick someone up from school, but that was indeed the case.

It seemed meaningless, yet it was a distinct stroke in their memories.

However, what was worth noting was that Chu Miaomiao and Jiang Yunlu hadn't left.

They clearly intended to follow Lin Mo and the others to Xie Yuling's house.

So Lin Mo went to a roasted meat shop and bought some char siu, roast duck, and soy sauce chicken.

Then he packed some extra rice.

After all, Auntie Zheng certainly hadn't cooked enough rice for six people.

Seeing this made both Chu Miaomiao and Jiang Yunlu feel a bit embarrassed.

Ning Qingcheng, however, found it very strange.

Why weren't these three people fighting? Wasn't the battle for the position of the main wife always cruel?

It was truly hard to imagine.

But in reality, everything was much calmer than imagined.

Probably because everyone felt their own progress was the highest, giving them a sense of remaining unflustered in the face of danger.

Little did they know, the biggest winner had already let out a sinister laugh.

Regarding the two female classmates who suddenly appeared, Auntie Zheng didn't say much; instead, she was very welcoming.

Only, later that night, Auntie Zheng walked into Xie Yuling's room carrying some fruit and instructed her.

"You must not lose."

Hearing this, how could Xie Yuling not understand what her mother meant?

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Of course, I will absolutely not lose."