Majestic and Spectacular

"Eh?"

Qing Mo's blurry eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't believe her own ears.

What?

This punishment was too...

She looked at Lin Yu standing to the side, pleading with grievance and anxiety:

"No..."

"Anything else is fine."

"Just not this punishment..."

"No?"

Lin Yu repeated Qing Mo's words and asked in an annoyed tone:

"You think you can just say no?"

"Are you punishing me?"

"Or am I punishing you?"

"I..."

Qing Mo was momentarily speechless, but no matter what was said, she was unwilling to accept this overly harsh punishment.

She reached out, grabbed the hem of Lin Yu's shirt, and pleaded pitifully:

"Don't be like this..."

"Change the punishment, I'll do anything..."

The thick spring atmosphere melted the coldness between her brows. She gently bit her lips, a peach-like blush blooming that made it hard for anyone to look away.

To be honest.

Seeing this Qing Mo, whose contrast was sky-high compared to her usual self, Lin Yu was genuinely a bit tempted.

But temptation couldn't lead to action!

He had already allocated his quota for today!

A man couldn't break his promises!

"Ahem!"

Lin Yu coughed, glared at Qing Mo with slight annoyance, and threatened:

"Behave!"

"Or I'll make you sleep all by yourself tomorrow night too!"

Qing Mo's pure eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked:

"Do you mean you'll come again tomorrow?"

Lin Yu thought about it, neither nodding nor shaking his head, but said ambiguously:

"Depends on your performance!"

"I'll perform very well!"

Qing Mo stated in a soft and charming voice, showing not a trace of her usual aloof demeanor that told strangers to stay away and acquaintances to get lost.

Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction.

After training... (crossed out)

After comforting Qing Mo, Lin Yu prepared to leave.

It was getting late, already past five in the afternoon.

He still had to go back to Sister Zhuzi's place later to fulfill his afternoon promise, so he couldn't return too late.

Lin Yu turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and slapped his forehead.

Meow.

He had only been thinking about coaxing Qing Mo.

After all this time, he hadn't done any real business!

Lin Yu turned around, looked at Qing Mo, and said seriously:

"I happen to have a few things for you to handle."

"What things?"

Qing Mo asked eagerly, looking so attentive as if she were the one asking Lin Yu for a favor.

"Two things."

Lin Yu held up two fingers, organized his words a bit, and continued:

"First, figure out a way to get Tang Qinqin expelled from her school."

Regarding Tang's mother, Lin Yu thought about it and realized that sending her abroad was ultimately unrealistic.

Inexplicably sending someone's mother abroad would definitely not be agreed upon by Tang Manman.

So he would wait for a chance to move her to another city.

This could be tackled starting with Tang Qinqin.

For example, having Tang Qinqin go to school in another city.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid going to another city alone would definitely worry Tang's mother, and this way, he could take the opportunity to let her live in that other city with Tang Qinqin.

Let the two of them go to a livable, faraway city.

It would be best if they could settle down there.

Then he would mark that city as one of the places he must absolutely never visit in his life.

Although this couldn't perfectly prevent the plot from happening, overall, being so far apart would still increase his chances of winning.

Qing Mo nodded.

Such a trivial matter was simply too easy for her.

It was just a matter of a single sentence.

Seeing Qing Mo agree, Lin Yu moved on to the second matter.

"Has Xu Mingyao contacted you recently?"

Qing Mo nodded and said:

"Yes, she kept sending me messages and calling me before, but I didn't answer."

"Later, I found her annoying, so I put her phone number on the blacklist."

"But she always manages to find other ways to contact me."

When speaking of Xu Mingyao, Qing Mo frowned. Their relationship had clearly changed from former friends to current one-sided disgust.

Lin Yu nodded, thought for a moment, and said:

"Take her off the blacklist now."

"But when she calls you, don't answer."

"Don't reply to her messages either."

"Just keep it like this."

"When the time comes, I'll answer her call."

At first, Qing Mo was very confused, not understanding why Lin Yu wanted her to do this.

But hearing his last sentence, she vaguely understood something.

Her heart began to beat faster, and her breathing grew rapid.

That peculiar feeling, Qing Mo couldn't even tell if it was the guilty pleasure of immorality, or excitement, anticipation...

...

Leaving Qing Mo's villa, Lin Yu flagged down a taxi by the road.

Since he wasn't sure where Xia Muzhu was right now, Lin Yu sent her a message to ask.

Learning that she was just about to leave the hospital, Lin Yu felt the timing was perfect.

He could invite her for a meal, maybe watch a movie afterward, or perhaps take a stroll down the street.

Then go home.

And get down to business!

Having made his plans, Lin Yu took out his phone and directly invited Xia Muzhu to eat hotpot at a famous restaurant in the city center.

Xia Muzhu happily agreed.

Lin Yu gave the address of the hotpot restaurant, and in a short while, the taxi reached the destination and stopped in front of the restaurant.

After Lin Yu got out, he waited outside for a bit, and soon enough, Xia Muzhu arrived.

The two entered the hotpot restaurant together, and under the staff's guidance, they sat down at a table.

Inside the hotpot restaurant, steam was rising.

Especially after the hotpot in front of them started boiling, the rather high temperature made it difficult to keep wearing outdoor clothes.

Xia Muzhu took off her heavy coat, revealing an orange turtleneck sweater underneath.

Actually, some things were just like that.

Some girls tried hard to show off on the internet, wearing less and less, exposing more and more.

But in reality, the impression they gave was extremely limited.

It was like a hundred-thousand-yuan car; no matter how expensive and flashy the wrap you put on it, it was still just a hundred-thousand-yuan car.

But people like some.

For instance, the one sitting in front of Lin Yu.

Even if she wore a thick orange sweater that covered half her neck, she was still incredibly eye-catching.

She didn't even need to do anything.

Just sitting there quietly, her graceful posture and proud figure were enough to attract the gazes of countless passersby, making people's imaginations run wild.

As for when she moved, it was another magnificent and spectacular sight.

Those jaw-dropping undulations were something the four words "turbulent waves" could hardly summarize.

Emmmm...

How about just skipping the entertainment segment after the meal?

It was getting a bit hard to bear!

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