Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

(This book contains no negative guidance or distorted values. It is set in a fictional world with no real-world parallels and is suitable for all ages.)

(Please add a bookshelf, don't make me beg you~)

Tomatoes are essential: a place to store your brain

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The heat of June, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, weighed heavily on the sycamore trees outside the examination hall.

When the final exam bell rang through the sky, the gate that had been closed for twelve years suddenly burst open.

A thin-looking boy "floated" out from the crowd.

He walked unsteadily, his face pale, as if he had just gone through a great battle; even the setting sun seemed to fall heavily on his shoulders.

But when he took a deep breath and suddenly opened his arms to roar at the sky, the sound tore through the afternoon's dullness:

"I'm finally free! Holy crap—!"

That boy was Mo Ye.

The weight that had been building up for three years found its outlet in this roar.

On a normal day, such a loss of composure would certainly attract attention.

But at this moment, the parents gathered at the school gate simply smiled tolerantly, their smiles revealing a deep sense of shared exhaustion.

More candidates filed out, as if the shout had ignited a fuse.

Scattered whistles and cheers began to erupt from the crowd, eventually merging into a sea of ​​noise.

Youth, suppressed for too long, needs such a grand ceremony to declare its liberation.

Mo Ye stood there, his chest heaving violently, as if that shout had drained the last bit of strength from him.

He closed his eyes, feeling an unprecedented lightness—not a physical liberation.

Rather, it was the echo of some kind of shackle falling to the ground from the depths of the soul.

"Old Mexican!"

A round figure rushed in like a cannonball, and a strong arm expertly wrapped around his neck.

The newcomer was sturdy, his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, and the flesh on his face jiggled merrily as he ran.

It was Pang Siyi, his best friend whom he'd known since they were toddlers.

"How did the exam go? Were the questions difficult? Did you do the last big question?"

Pang Siyi bombarded Mo Ye with questions, his spittle almost landing on Mo Ye's face.

Mo Ye struggled to break free from the brotherly embrace, rolling his eyes in annoyance:

"Hey Fatty, are you looking for trouble? Asking about my grades as soon as I stepped out of the exam hall, can't you wish me something good?"

He patted his shoulder dismissively:

"Don't you know what kind of power your father has?"

Pang Siyi awkwardly scratched the back of his head:

"I guess I've... developed muscle memory! It's a conditioned reflex, a conditioned reflex!"

"But it seems like I'm the one who's your father."

The two were arguing when a clear, crisp voice broke in, carrying an undeniable energy:

"Hey! You two! How did your exams go?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a girl was running towards them in a hurry.

Su Qianyue, another childhood friend of theirs.

The golden glow of the setting sun perfectly outlined her profile, and her ponytail drew a graceful arc in the air.

She inherited all the gentle and charming genes of her mother, a beauty from Jiangnan—her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and her delicate nose was exquisite. Anyone who saw her for the first time would think she was a classical lady who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The premise is that she doesn't speak.

Mo Ye didn't even bother to roll his eyes; he simply looked at Pang Siyi with a blank expression.

Pang Siyi seemed to have been tickled, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard that he bent over backward, his flesh rippled with laughter.

Su Qianyue was baffled by their laughter, her clear eyes filled with confusion.

She nervously moved closer to Mo Ye and lowered her voice:

"Old Ye, you...you didn't forget to fill in the answer sheet, did you?" His expression was full of concern.

Mo Ye looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

From junior high to high school, he could never understand why humans were so obsessed with the ritual of "checking answers after exams".

The chest, which had just been filled with "freedom," was instantly squeezed out by this invisible pressure.

Pang Siyi stopped laughing and explained:

"My dear Miss Su, can you please stop acting like your homeroom teacher the moment you step out of the exam hall? Give your brain a rest!"

Mo Ye glanced at him as if to say that he wasn't like that.

Su Qianyue suddenly realized what was going on and stuck out her tongue sheepishly.

That feigned ladylike image instantly crumbled, and she reverted to the "Brother Yue" they knew so well.

"Oh, I'm just used to it!"

She waved her hand dismissively, as if to brush away the slight embarrassment:

"How about we grab a drink tonight? We absolutely have to celebrate this historic liberation!"

Mo Ye looked down at her.

The girl remained the same, like a dancing flame, vibrant and fiery, possessing the magic to instantly ignite all the stagnant air around her.

Sometimes he thought that if Su Qianyue could be quiet for a moment, she could easily deceive countless innocent young men with her stunning appearance alone.

Unfortunately, the moment she opened her mouth, all dreams shattered into a shower of hearty laughter and waving fists—

Pang Siyi is a stark example, a living fossil who thrived under her "education of love".

Upon hearing the word "drinking," Pang Siyi's chubby face instantly scrunched up like a bun. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Su Qianyue's ambiguous gaze swept over him.

She didn't speak, but instead crossed her slender fingers and slowly moved her wrist joints, making a few crisp "click" sounds.

Pang Siyi swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in fear.

He then adopted a resolute and proud expression, his face twitching slightly as he solemnly nodded:

"Let's go! We absolutely have to go! On such a landmark day, it would be a disservice to our lost youth not to drink three hundred cups!"

The speed at which he changed his expression was nothing short of a miracle.

Su Qianyue withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, looking at Mo Ye with a smile that was almost imperceptible in its intensity:

"Old Mo, what about you?"

Looking at the two lively characters in front of him, Mo Ye's lingering weariness and resistance suddenly vanished.

He didn't want to spoil the fun, and he didn't want to miss this chaotic yet real moment that belonged to them.

He nodded, a genuinely relaxed smile finally appearing on his lips: "Okay, tonight."

"It's a deal!" Su Qianyue's eyes lit up, and she snapped her fingers crisply.

"Come to my hotel. I'll have the manager reserve the best private room; it'll be absolutely quiet!"

Su Qianyue comes from a wealthy family with a chain of hotels throughout the province, making her a true and genuine "rich, beautiful, and successful woman."

But to Mo Ye and Pang Siyi, she was first and foremost "Brother Yue," someone they had struggled alongside and could banter with without any regard for their image.

Pang Siyi and Mo Ye exchanged a smile and nodded simultaneously.

"See you tomorrow."

Three figures walked arm in arm toward the school gate amidst the magnificent sunset.

Behind them lies the battlefield of youth, now completely over; ahead lies a vast world shrouded in the mists of the unknown, known as the future.

But at least for this moment, they have each other, and this precious freedom to not have to think about tomorrow.

Mo Ye glanced back one last time at the familiar teaching building that had witnessed countless hours of sweat and tears.

The setting sun bathed it in a warm golden hue, giving it a surprisingly gentle appearance.

He took a deep breath of the free air, turned around, and strode to catch up with his companion.

(Let me read a couple more chapters! Thank you everyone, I'm so grateful to all of you!)