Time flew by.
Before he knew it, it was the day of the opening ceremony.
Although Lin Hao had the highest score based on martial prowess, he was not assigned to give the freshman speech.
He naturally understood why. Since someone had gone out of their way to cause him trouble, he had nothing to say.
He followed the large group and soon arrived at the auditorium.
He looked around at classmates all wearing the same school uniform.
As there were no clear instructions for classes to line up, Lin Hao found a corner and openly watched Qin Mohan, who was delivering the freshman speech on the stage.
The slightly cold boyish voice echoed in everyone's ears through the simple amplification system.
The more Lin Hao watched, the more he realized that such a person was truly difficult to approach.
It seemed that he couldn't use his usual casual approach to get close to him. Someone who planned their life down to the minute would never allow themselves any free time to play games.
Huh?
Was it his imagination, or did Qin Mohan's gaze seem to fall on him?
?
After having this thought, Lin Hao instinctively looked around him.
Besides the crowd, there were only curtains.
Just then, a breeze lifted the curtain in front of Lin Hao, and the thin white fabric blocked his view and also obstructed Qin Mohan's gaze.
At this moment, Lin Hao seemed to faintly see Qin Mohan, who was about to leave the stage, silently mouth four words towards his direction.
Upon seeing this, Lin Hao immediately held down the obstructing curtain. However, by the time his vision cleared, Qin Mohan had already left the stage.
He felt the curtain pressed beneath his hand trying to break free.
Was he really speaking to him?
Probably not.
Sigh.
Lin Hao, when did you become so narcissistic?
You shouldn't know each other.
With a clear mind, Lin Hao released the curtain, and it returned to its previous state of dancing freely.
Lin Hao's attention was no longer on the stage.
He just stared blankly at the swaying curtain.
The next part of the ceremony was assigning seats.
Lin Hao's vision went black as he looked at the desks remaining on the stage.
The seats next to that spot were all filled with girls.
Being surrounded by girls for the first time, he didn't know how it felt.
Should he sit next to Qin Mohan?
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Hao, with a forced smile, sat down next to Qin Mohan.
"Hello, classmate. My name is Lin Hao. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be deskmates for this year."
Qin Mohan's response was to pause his writing, turn his head, and nod at him.
"Qin Mohan."
After saying this, he returned to reading his book.
Although Lin Hao knew what kind of response he would get, such a cold reception still made him a little unhappy.
He looked at Qin Mohan's profile, slowly leaned closer, propped his head up with one hand, and smiled at Qin Mohan: "Please take care of me from now on, Brother Qin."
If this person was hard to approach,
Then he would just be shameless.
Becoming close friends would only be a matter of time.
After saying this, he returned to his seat and then saw the red-haired guy who was still treating him like a stranger.
His expression of speechlessness was almost overflowing.
He didn't know who had said they would have a good fight with him.
He had fought him well, and now they were back to how they were a few days ago.
No.
Perhaps they were back to how they were when they first met in the game.
He didn't know why that kid's pride was so strong.
Sigh.
Following that, a female teacher announced the precautions for the upcoming military training.
Lin Hao listened for a long time. The simple gist was that regardless of who they were, everyone entering this school had to undergo training by professional soldiers.
Upon hearing the name of the army, Lin Hao instinctively thought of Zhao Feng.
But then he remembered that due to Ye Xue, Zhao Feng might have forgotten those years.
However, it was also possible that Zhao Feng wouldn't be the one training him.
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Time flew by, and it was the last day of military training.
But ever since he had saved Qin Mohan, who had low blood sugar, he had a recurring feeling that Qin Mohan was always secretly looking at him.
Of course, he wasn't that narcissistic; it must be his imagination.
And for some reason, the unknown gaze was most intense when he was coaxing Hu Tu.
Every time Lin Hao tried to catch that gaze, he failed.
Zhao Feng, after their fight last time, had guessed that his memory hadn't been deleted by Ye Xue.
Knowing this, Lin Hao always wanted to find Zhao Feng alone to talk, but he could never find him. He didn't know why.
He would be leaving tomorrow, and he didn't know when they would meet again.
Although military training was tiring, time passed quickly.
After military training, the boring and monotonous high school life began.
Every day was filled with endless lectures on imperial history or unsolvable math problems.
Fortunately, the current reward was that Qin Mohan was no longer as cold as he was at the beginning?
He would at least respond when spoken to.
Was this considered great news?
Lin Hao also followed Zhao Jianye's instructions, reporting the dynamics of their class to him weekly.
"Brother Qin, what kind of girls do you like?"
Lin Hao looked at Qin Mohan, who was writing with his head down, a mischievous smile flashing across his face.
Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan stopped writing, turned his head, and looked displeasuredly at the person who had interrupted his homework and was smirking.
Surprised by Qin Mohan's reaction, Lin Hao propped his chin with one hand, looked at the blackboard, and spoke to himself: "I like obedient girls. Preferably ones who can control me. My personality is too erratic. I like girls who pay attention to me and care about me. If no one cares about me, I'll be very sad."
In the future, if no one cared about him, he wouldn't even have anyone to collect his body if he died.
He didn't say the last part aloud. Because as soon as Zhao Jianye found him and during those years of special training at the Zhao residence, he had known he was a pawn, destined to be discarded eventually.
But even knowing his fate, he would still choose to return.
What was wrong with being a tool?
Who could guarantee that they wouldn't be someone's tool in this life?
And protecting the people he wanted to protect in his own way also had meaning.
After speaking, Lin Hao turned back and asked Qin Mohan, "What's your ideal type?"
The only response Lin Hao received was Qin Mohan staring at him blankly, speechless.
Mini-theater:
What were the four words Qin Mohan mouthed to Mu Mu through the curtain at that time?
1. I like you
2. I miss you so much
3. You're back
4. I've been waiting for you
5. None of the above, I'll say it myself