Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 419 At Least I Won’t Lose

Unlike the dry and cold weather in the north, winter in the south is always wet and cold. Even if you wear thick clothes, it is still difficult to resist the invasion of low temperatures, and thick down jackets cannot bring much warmth.

If it weren't for credits, I'm afraid not many people would be willing to run to the playground early in the morning and suffer.

The sun had been out for quite a while, but the grass was still a little wet, with dewdrops gleaming slightly in the sunlight until they were shattered into pieces by pairs of shoes.

The girl in a baseball cap sat on a bench that had been wiped dry, quietly looking at the students jogging on the track in the morning, with her hands in her pockets, as if waiting for something.

"I thought you meant running with them when you were talking about exercise."

A helpless laugh sounded behind him. Mo Yixia did not look back, but said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Thinking is also a form of exercise."

"But the calories burned are low, aren't they?"

Han Zhou pushed the wheelchair to the bench and handed over a cup of hot soy milk. "Besides, is it necessary to go to the playground to think?"

"You need to consume a lot of calories to lose weight. Do you think I need to lose weight?"

Mo Yixia took the soy milk, but didn't rush to drink it. Instead, she held it in her hand as a hand warmer.

"So what did you figure out?"

Before Han Zhou could answer, a dissatisfied voice sounded again behind Mo Yisha. It was Gu Zheng who came to the playground with Han Zhou. She was worried about letting this guy meet Han Zhou alone, so she just ambushed behind the bench to see what tricks this guy would play.

Zhong Ling also came to the playground. She smiled slightly and nodded to Mo Yixia as a greeting.

Mo Yixia didn't seem surprised at all by the arrival of the two. She thought for a moment and said, "I was wondering if you would come to see me together."

Gu Zheng looked suspicious: "Why do I feel like you made this up on the spur of the moment?"

"Because I only started thinking about this question after I saw Han Zhou." Mo Yixia glanced at her and said thoughtfully, "To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you followed me. Are you guarding against me?"

"Who said I came here just to guard against you? Don't be so self-indulgent. I, I have the habit of jogging in the morning!"

"Self-conceited? It doesn't seem like the right word to use in this situation."

You still have the nerve to correct other people's words... Han Zhou complained in his heart, coughed dryly and said, "I say you two should stop quarreling so early in the morning..."

"Is this what we call a quarrel?"

Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia said in unison, although their tones were different, their eyes fell on him.

"Uh..." Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhong Ling beside him for help, "Don't you want to call me?"

Zhong Ling seemed unsure too. She tilted her head and thought about it, then finally shook her head hesitantly.

"Well...it doesn't seem like a quarrel..."

"If you expect too much peace, everything you see will be unpeaceful."

Mo Yixia looked at Han Zhou meaningfully until the latter felt a little guilty, then she withdrew her gaze, slightly pulled down her mask, and began to drink the slightly cooled soy milk in her hand.

There is no particular reason to wear a mask today, except to prevent spreading the cold to others.

A few people chatted for a while on the playground. Seeing that Mo Yixia didn't seem to have any conspiracy, Gu Zheng felt relieved. In front of Mo Yixia, she asked Zhong Ling to help keep an eye on her, and then she ran to the playground to run laps.

Guzheng does have the habit of jogging in the morning and at night. Her athletic ability does not only come from talent. Of course, this is also a warm-up for the afternoon game. Even if she is sure of winning, she will not take it lightly in the game.

However, even though she was jogging in the morning, her eyes were always on where Han Zhou was, and she would rush over immediately if there was anything wrong.

"This guy is really energetic."

Looking at the short-haired girl running on the playground from afar, Mo Yixia commented.

Han Zhou smiled and said, "She has always been like this. As long as she runs, she can leave everyone behind."

"So amazing." Zhong Ling clenched her fists and said with envy, "I wish I could be as good as Guzheng."

If she was as powerful as Guzheng, she might have been able to rescue her parents and her sister would not have been injured.

Han Zhou did not notice Zhong Ling's strangeness and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own strengths. Senior sister, you don't need to envy Gu Zheng. She actually envies you too."

"Are you jealous of me?" Zhong Ling was a little confused.

I envy your broad-mindedness... Han Zhou glanced at her calmly, but said, "Gu Zheng has always envied you for having a good sister."

This is not nonsense. Guzheng has said more than once that it would be great if Sister Yin was her biological sister, so that she could have delicious pastries to eat every day.

Mo Yixia snorted, not knowing whether she was mocking someone's insincerity. She held her chin with one hand and said, "Does everyone have their own strengths? It's a pity that it's been so long and I still haven't seen your strengths." Do you really think that the senior sister doesn't exist...

Sensing the other party's harassing gaze, Han Zhou's mouth twitched and he didn't respond.

Fortunately, Mo Yixia did not continue to observe his strengths. She drank a sip of soy milk, retracted her gaze and said, "It can be seen that this girl is determined to win the afternoon game. I am very curious, what will happen if she loses the game? Will she find a corner to cry secretly?"

Han Zhou said helplessly: "Guzheng will not lose in this kind of competition, just like you will not lose in the dirty joke competition."

Mo Yixia didn't comment: "Being able to achieve excellent results in the dirty joke competition, is this my strength in your eyes?"

Dirty joke contest? Is there such a contest?

Zhong Ling on the side tilted her head. Although she couldn't understand other things, she could understand this word. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Yixia had a sense of pride in this.

"Of course there's more to it than that." Han Zhou sighed, but he didn't lie. "You have so many strengths, so many that I can't list them all at once."

Since he had just praised Gu Zheng with all his heart, he naturally had to praise Mo Yixia with all his heart as well. He couldn't favor one over the other, even if it was just a joke.

And we have to admit that for Mo Yixia, who possesses extremely high intelligence, as long as she wants, she can have many "strengths" that ordinary people cannot reach.

"You are quite right."

Mo Yixia never knew what modesty was, so she nodded as a matter of course and continued, "But compared to discovering my strengths, I hope you can spend more time studying my..."

"do not talk!"

Han Zhou quickly interrupted her and said with a headache, "I take back what I just said. In the dirty joke competition, you can only be the champion who wins by a crushing victory, not just 'never lose'."

Mo Yixia remained noncommittal.

Zhong Ling was confused. Is there really such a thing as a dirty joke contest in the world? Why don't the junior and Yixia seem to be talking nonsense?
She decided to ask her sister in the afternoon.

Mo Yixia drank the soy milk slowly until Guzheng finished the last lap and walked towards her. She seemed to suddenly think of something and raised her hand to tuck the scattered hair around her ears.

"Han Zhou."

Han Zhou showed a vigilant look on his face: "As long as the question is not related to strengths and weaknesses, I can try to answer you."

"is it?"

Mo Yixia glanced at him and said, "Then tell me, do you like me more or that guy more."

Han Zhou's face froze, and he looked away, trying to confuse the audience with a joke: "Why don't you include senior sister in this?"

"Huh?" Zhong Ling was stunned.

Mo Yixia was unmoved and said calmly: “Then add senior sister in as well.”

The air was quiet for a long time, and Han Zhou finally gave in: "...You should change the question."

Mo Yixia knew he would have this reaction, she said "tsk" with disdain, raised her head and looked at Gu Zheng who was approaching, "You seem very confident about her match this afternoon."

"of course."

Han Zhou was a little confused. He didn't understand why Mo Yixia suddenly asked this. Was she planning to secretly prevent Gu Zheng from winning?
"So if she wins the afternoon match, will she continue to win next time?"

Han Zhou was stunned.

A sharp wind blew from afar, ruffling the girl's long hair and blowing it against his face.

His vision became blurred, and he suddenly couldn't see the expressions of the girls. He didn't know what they were thinking. He only heard someone running and shouting, "You two are too close", and another person mocked lightly, "Your hair is too short."

There was also a silver bell-like chuckle.

The fine sunlight penetrates into the eyes through the hair, and the clear blue sky and white clouds make people reluctant to close their eyes.

Although he knew that he was selfish and greedy, Han Zhou really thought this scene was beautiful.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said the answer in his heart.

"At least she won't lose."

"Neither can you."

(End of this chapter)