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

He Wanqing nodded, her gaze still fixed on Qin Yue, and casually replied, "Go ahead."

Mo Ye went into the restroom, and when he came out a few minutes later, he looked like a completely different person.

The red and white basketball uniform he wore accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him look young and energetic, yet unlike the naivety of ordinary college students, his eyes held a calm and resolute quality.

He stood at the toilet door, like a tree transplanted to a greenhouse, suddenly bathed in more sunlight.

People started stopping around the basketball court, first one, then two, and then a whole circle around it.

There are more girls than boys.

Several girls held their phones, pointing the lenses at Mo Ye, and the sound of shutters clicking echoed in the twilight.

People were whispering among themselves, but their voices were not loud, like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

He Wanqing noticed the gazes around her and looked up to scan them.

Those eyes were like iron nails attracted by a magnet, stuck to Mo Ye's body, and he couldn't pull them off no matter what.

Her face was as calm as a still pond, but Qin Yue could feel the temperature around her drop a few degrees.

Qin Yue shrank her neck and quietly moved half an inch to the side.

Shen Qing and Mo Ye brought over a long bench for He Wanqing and Qin Yue to sit on.

Qin Yue was wearing a light blue dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders. She sat there quietly, like a painting.

He Wanqing placed Tongtong on her lap. The little girl nestled in her arms, her chubby little hands resting on her mother's arm, her little head turning back and forth, finding everything new and exciting.

The surrounding chatter surged in waves like a tide.

"When did our school get such a pretty girl? Which department is she in?"

"The one next to me is pretty too, they're both beautiful, I think I'm falling in love."

The boy's voice was very low, but it still reached He Wanqing's ears.

He Wanqing remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything.

The girl's voice was higher-pitched, and could be heard clearly even from several meters away.

"The school heartthrob, Mo, is as handsome as ever!"

Some agreed, some sighed. Suddenly, a voice rose several octaves: "But, 'Campus Heartthrob Mo already has a daughter.'"

After a brief silence, another voice rang out, speaking with an air of self-righteousness as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world: "It's okay, I'll be his mistress."

Her friends around her were silent for a second, then all took a step to the side.

Some people, unwilling to give up, glanced at Qin Yue and He Wanqing again and advised her, "Look at the guy next to Mo, the school heartthrob, he's handsome too. Being a mistress is really not a good thing."

"Being a mistress is great, you don't have to take responsibility after you've had your fun." As soon as she said this, the last few people around her who were still willing to talk to her dispersed.

She stood there alone, surrounded by emptiness, like a deserted island exposed after the tide has receded.

Her eyes darted around, and she quickly squeezed into a spot with the best view.

The few people who had left were furious, but they had no choice but to squeeze back and form a circle around her again.

Qin Yue tilted her head, her lips almost touching He Wanqing's ear, her voice low and tinged with a mischievous smile: "Quite a few people want to steal your girlfriend."

He Wanqing remained expressionless, her tone indifferent, as if she were discussing something unrelated to her: "You have quite a lot too."

Qin Yue smiled, glanced at Shen Qing, and then looked away: "Not as many as you."

He Wanqing suddenly turned her head and stared into Qin Yue's eyes, her gaze like an X-ray, trying to see right through her: "You two are together?"

Qin Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned her head away, her voice a little softer: "...Not yet."

He Wanqing didn't let her off the hook and continued to press, "Then why did you come here?"

Qin Yue was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, her voice carrying a hint of surrender that she herself didn't realize: "I couldn't stand being pestered anymore."

Looking at her expression, He Wanqing's lips slowly curled up, her voice carrying a knowing smile: "Congratulations, you've gained a clingy little brother."

Qin Yue looked up at Shen Qing, who was warming up in the distance and glancing in their direction every now and then before quickly looking away. Her lips twitched, and then she turned back to He Wanqing, her voice cool: "Likewise."

He Wanqing did not deny it, and the smile on her lips widened.

Mo Ye's milk tea has arrived.

He walked over with the bag, took out a cup, inserted a straw, and handed it to He Wanqing.

He Wanqing took it, lowered her head and took a sip. The milk tea was at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, and the sweetness was just right.

Tongtong nestled in her arms, sniffed the air, tilted her head up, and looked at the milk tea in He Wanqing's hand with bright eyes. She called out in her childish voice, "Mommy, Tongtong wants some."

He Wanqing nodded, brought the straw to Tongtong's lips, and let her take a sip.

Tongtong put the straw in her little mouth, sucked hard, and the milk tea flowed into her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Then He Wanqing took the milk tea away, took a sip, and then took another sip.

Tongtong looked up at the cup of milk tea as it got further and further away, her eyes filled with longing.

She tried to awaken He Wanqing's maternal instincts, her voice soft and sweet, drawing out the last syllable: "Mommy~".

He Wanqing didn't look at her; she didn't receive maternal love.

Tongtong's little mouth slowly pouted.

At 7 p.m., the referee blew his whistle and tossed the ball into the air.

The game started.

At the moment of the jump ball, Shen Qing's palm touched the ball, but instead of taking it down herself, she slapped it hard, sending the racket towards Mo Ye.

"Old Mexican!" His voice was particularly clear in the noisy stadium.

Mo Ye caught the ball, started dribbling, stopped outside the three-point line, jumped, and flicked his wrist slightly.

The ball traced a beautiful arc in the air and swished cleanly into the net.

Three point hit.

The stadium was instantly ignited.

Applause, screams, and whistles mingled together, like a pot of boiling water.

The girls banged their inflatable sticks together in unison, as if someone were directing them.

"Mo, the school heartthrob, is so handsome!!" Shen Qing and Mo Ye exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously, without any further communication.

Shen Qing's shooting touch was on fire today. Whether it was because Qin Yue was watching from the sidelines or because he ate an extra bowl of rice at lunch, his shooting accuracy was like it had a GPS navigator installed. Three-pointers, mid-range shots, layups—one after another, every single one went in.

When he's on defense, he's like an unshakeable piece of tape; when he's on offense, he's like a drawn sword.

At one point, the shouts of his name even drowned out those of Mo Ye.

He Wanqing took a sip of milk tea, turned her head to look at Qin Yue, and said with a half-smile, "Your little boyfriend is quite popular."

Qin Yue opened her mouth, about to say something,

Mo Ye started from beyond the three-point line, dribbled, accelerated, jumped, leaped high, caught the ball with one hand, and slammed it into the basket.

The rim emitted a dull, metallic thud, and the entire basketball hoop shook.

When he landed, he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, revealing a section of firm abdominal muscles that were faintly visible under the light, clearly defined and with smooth lines.

The stadium erupted instantly.

The girls' screams came in waves, almost lifting the roof off the stadium.

"Abs! School heartthrob Mo! I'll be your mistress!"

A girl in the back row was shouting at the top of her lungs; her voice was extremely penetrating.

"I'll have your babies!" another voice rang out, not to be outdone.