Happy Mom

The next day, Monday.

Early morning.

The sunlight poured generously onto the earth, casting a warm golden glow over everything.

Everything seemed so perfect, as if even the air was filled with the sweet scent of happiness.

Hehe...

Hehe...

Gu Luo walked along the path to school, unable to suppress a silly grin every few steps.

A single phrase kept floating through his mind—"Looking forward to a future with you."

This was the heartfelt expression of his little angel, Shu Ning.

Since last night, the dynamic between him and Shu Ning had shifted subtly, officially entering the ambiguous stage.

That faint yet intoxicating sweetness had him floating on cloud nine, utterly lost in bliss.

Take this morning, for example—making breakfast together had been unbearably sweet.

Of course, nothing outrageous happened. It was just the two of them stealing glances at each other, followed by shared smiles.

Before long, their gazes would inevitably drift back, magnetically drawn to one another.

Back and forth, they reveled in this little game.

Each glance, each smile, felt like adding another spoonful of honey to their growing affection.

Just thinking about it made Gu Luo break into another goofy grin.

Anyone who didn’t know better might assume he’d lost his mind reading cheesy romance novels.

"Morning, Senior Gu!"

"Good morning, Senior Gu!"

"Hey there, junior!"

"..."

Along the way, many first- and third-year girls greeted him enthusiastically.

Such was the privilege of being a junior or senior.

The most awkward position belonged to the second-year girls.

They lacked the bold naivety of freshmen and the confident ease of third-year seniors. Since they were the same age, calling him "Gu Luo" felt too casual, while "Classmate Gu" sounded oddly stiff.

No matter what they called him, it never felt quite right.

But today, Gu Luo was in such high spirits that he responded to every greeting with a warm nod and a smile.

After all, he was undeniably the most popular guy at Guangya Academy.

Why? Simple—he was just that good-looking.

One glance at him, and hearts would explode.

Of course, the real clincher was how breathtakingly cool he looked playing basketball. Over the past week, he’d left countless girls utterly spellbound.

Every move, every jump, every shot—it was like watching poetry in motion, a hymn to youth that kept their eyes glued to him, unable to look away.

Plus, kids these days were naturally confident and outgoing, so they had no trouble boldly greeting the campus heartthrob.

To summarize the generational differences:

Post-80s—Conservative in thought, bold in action.

Post-00s—Open-minded in thought, reserved in action.

Post-30s—Open-minded in thought, unrestrained in action.

Honestly, even the hottest celebrities paled in comparison to Gu Luo—some weren’t even close.

So why not enjoy the campus crush up close?

At first, Gu Luo wasn’t entirely comfortable with the attention, but over time, he’d grown used to it.

After all, it wasn’t his fault he was this charming.

The world was the problem, not him.

Unless absolutely necessary, he preferred to keep his charm stat at a steady 9, only using [Charm Boost Cards] for special occasions.

But lately, he’d started suspecting that even a "9" was a bit too much.

It was like he had a permanent succubus aura.

He strongly suspected the system was messing with him.

"Good morning, Senior!"

"Morning, Senior!"

"Looking extra handsome today, Senior~"

"..."

After exchanging greetings with another group of juniors, Gu Luo finally stepped into the school building.

Meanwhile, not far behind him—

Situ Wenyao clutched his chest, his face flushed with excitement.

Bliss.

Sheer bliss.

What a joy it was to wake up to this kind of euphoria first thing in the morning.

Once again, Situ Wenyao had immersed himself in the fantasy of being Gu Luo.

In his mind, countless seniors and juniors greeted him warmly along the way. He was the star, basking in the adoration of the crowd.

So. Damn. Good.

"Haaah..."

After a long exhale, Situ finally calmed down a little.

Another day as the campus heartthrob.

As long as he immersed himself fast enough, he could experience every ounce of Gu Luo’s joy firsthand.

Gu Luo was, quite literally, his source of happiness.

And today, there was even a P.E. class.

Just imagining Gu Luo dominating the basketball court while a crowd of girls cheered him on sent Situ’s excitement skyrocketing again.

The thrill bubbled inside him like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

......

Unaware of his so-called best friend’s wild imagination, Gu Luo entered the classroom and took his seat.

Out of habit, he placed a carton of milk on his desk mate Shen Yue’s table.

"Thanks!" Shen Yue smiled softly before pulling out the "friendship fee" from her drawer—

Strawberry shortcake, chocolate drops, jelly, and more...

An assortment of snacks, different flavors almost every day.

After a week of getting along, the two had grown quite close, their relationship increasingly comfortable.

For some reason, Gu Luo felt like Shen Yue’s gaze carried a hint of maternal affection—like a mother doting on her child.

Add to that her meticulous care in every little aspect of his life...

Honestly, she really was like a mom.

Probably the same way humans end up treating their pets like children.

Amused, Gu Luo joked, "Mom Yue, no need to bring so much next time. I can’t finish it all."

Hearing the term "Mom Yue," Shen Yue froze for a second—then, as if a switch had been flipped, she nodded eagerly.

"Okay, okay. I’ll bring less tomorrow."

She even had to bite back the urge to say, "Kids shouldn’t eat too many snacks."

Heh.

Shen Yue was learning to play along.

Gu Luo had expected her to banter back, but instead, she accepted the nickname without hesitation—even looking pleased about it.

Oh well.

"Alright, Mom Yue, you should cut back too. Too many snacks aren’t good for you."

"Mm-hmm!" Shen Yue nodded vigorously, secretly overjoyed.

Feeding Gu Luo was already a joy in itself.

That itch to do something for him never went away.

"Gu Luo, let me refill your water." Before he could react, Shen Yue had already whisked his bottle away like a breeze, happily heading to the water dispenser at the front of the class.

Watching her, Gu Luo couldn’t help but laugh.

But overall, it was a pretty good feeling.

I never expected that instead of gaining a little sister at school, I ended up with a godmother.

As time passed, the first class quickly came to an end.

The second period was Old Wang’s class—our homeroom teacher.

However.

Just as Gu Luo pulled out his math textbook to review, a tall, burly figure suddenly walked into the classroom.

"Teacher Liu, you’re early. Gym class isn’t until third period," Feng Youqing called out immediately.

At Guangya Academy, having gym class during the second or third period was undoubtedly the best.

Because after the second period came a long break for free activities.

Having gym during these two periods essentially added an extra half-hour to the session.

Yet, despite Feng Youqing’s reminder, Teacher Liu didn’t stop. Instead, he strode straight to the podium.

Then, clearing his throat with a fist the size of a sandbag, he announced, "Well, your Teacher Wang is running a fever today, so I’m taking over."

"Any objections?"

The moment he said this, the entire class fell silent.

Eerily silent.

Then, dozens of students erupted into screams like startled groundhogs.

Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.

The gym teacher had actually stolen the math teacher’s class.

And even better, their gym session now covered two periods plus the thirty-minute break.

This was amazing!

"Teacher Liu! You’re a superhero!" a boy by the window roared excitedly.

"Bro Liu, brothers in arms, hearts connected!"

"Bro Liu! I love you! Love you to death!"

"Old Liu, do you want an ass? Just say the word—" Situ Wenyao didn’t even finish his sentence before an English dictionary came flying from behind him, smacking him square on the back of the head.

"Thud—!"

Situ Wenyao, deceased.

Witnessing this, Feng Youqing crossed her arms and snorted.

She wasn’t about to let Situ Wenyao keep spouting such vulgar nonsense.

Disgusting.

The other boys who had been about to crack more jokes felt a chill run down their spines and promptly shut their mouths.

No one wanted to end up like Louis "Big Bro" XVI—headless.

"Not bad, Feng Youqing. You’re throwing shot put at this year’s sports festival," Teacher Liu immediately gave her a thumbs-up.

Then he noticed Feng Youqing quietly picking up another dictionary.

"Just kidding, totally kidding."

Teacher Liu laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off.

The whole class burst into laughter.

The atmosphere couldn’t have been better.

"Godmother Yue, I love our class so much," Gu Luo said, swept up in the cheerful mood, his smile brimming with affection and a sense of belonging.

And as everyone knows, laughter spreads like a virus, quickly infecting everyone around.

"Of course! But be careful when you play ball later—don’t fall. I’ll go buy you an energy drink," Shen Yue replied, fully embracing her godmother role.

She practically radiated maternal warmth.

"Sure thing," Gu Luo chuckled, finding the whole situation amusing.

He couldn’t help but reflect on how, back then, he’d worked so hard to act mature and take care of Little Man—all because he didn’t want her to feel the same envy he had, watching other kids receive their parents’ love.

He’d always been the type who, lacking love himself, poured everything into giving it to others.

It sounded strange, but that’s just how it was.

Gu Luo channeled his longing for love into caring for his little sister, and in doing so, he found his own warmth and happiness.

Luckily, he’d succeeded.

"Well then, Comrade Godmother Yue, I’ll be counting on you to have my back from now on," Gu Luo joked.

"Consider it done," Shen Yue perked up, clearly loving the role.

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