Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Xie Lingmo felt like her brain had been eaten by zombies.

Is this...is this still human language?

Why can she say such things with such a cool and cute appearance?

Li Mengmeng stood on tiptoe and patted Xie Lingmo's shoulder with her little hand:

"It's okay, little pink-haired girl."

"This is just her usual routine, you'll get used to it."

Zhang Qian laughed so hard she was shaking:

"Hahahaha! You underestimate our big brother."

"He's not as weak as you think."

Chen Tingting then chimed in:

"Exactly, you haven't even tried the little robot, so don't worry about it."

Jiang Ruyue rubbed her flat stomach, her tuft of hair bobbing up and down.

"Oh. I'm hungry."

After saying that, the girl stepped onto the carpet with her white cotton socks and walked towards the big bed, leaning to the side as if to lie down.

Bai Li reacted quickly, grabbing the back of her school uniform collar.

"Where should I lie down?"

Bai Li straightened her up and flicked her forehead:

"Go and get your homework and do it. Mengmeng will cook in a bit. Rest after you eat."

Jiang Ruyue pouted and reluctantly agreed:

"oh."

She turned and walked out of the master bedroom.

Less than two minutes.

Jiang Ruyue carried a thick stack of books and staggered in, placing them on the table.

The stack of books was so high that it covered her chin.

Bai Li's eyes twitched as she looked at the mountain of books:

"Are all of these homework assignments?"

Jiang Ruyue clapped her hands and nodded solemnly:

"Hmm. These are just workbooks; I didn't bring the textbooks because I thought they were too heavy."

Good guy.

Bai Li gasped.

This amount of material is more than all the textbooks he used in his four years of university combined.

Has the level of involution reached this point?

Lin Xiaoshuang leaned over and flipped through the pages, feeling dizzy as she looked at the symbols and characters.

"There's so much, we can't possibly finish it all, can we?"

Lin Xiaoshuang offered some very unique suggestions:

"Why don't you just draw something? As long as there are words on it, that's fine."

"Anyway, the teacher might not be able to check each and every one of them."

Li Jiaxin expressed her agreement:

"Yeah, we'll bet the teacher won't check on you."

Listening to the unreliable remarks of these young women.

Jiang Ruyue's usually cold and aloof face fell.

"Waaaaah..."

She covered her face with her hands, slumped onto the chair, and said in a muffled voice:

"There's simply no way we can finish it all..."

Bai Li couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's appearance.

This is how students should behave.

It's so incongruous with its usual aloof and ruthless little robot appearance.

The man's competitive spirit kicked in.

He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Jiang Ruyue, picking up a black ballpoint pen.

"Don't cry, I'll help you."

Bai Li confidently twirled the pen.

Jiang Ruyue stopped complaining.

She lifted her head from her arms, her clear eyes scanning Bai Li up and down with nothing but doubt:

"you?"

"Remove that question mark from my head." Bai Li straightened his back, his voice full of confidence.

"Don't worry! I was the top scholar back then!"

"A few math problems are nothing to me. Don't underestimate me."

"oh."

Jiang Ruyue was skeptical, but she pulled out her advanced mathematics workbook and pushed it in front of Bai Li.

Then, she opened a Chinese textbook and began reciting classical Chinese texts while swaying her head.

"The late emperor passed away before his great undertaking was fully completed..."

The crisp sound of reciting echoed in the room.

Five minutes later, Bai Li picked up her phone and obediently started searching for the answer using Doubao:

"hehe..."

While frantically copying down the answers, Bai Li tried to save face and cover up his embarrassment:

"Kids these days are under so much pressure, it's interesting..."

Jiang Ruyue stopped reciting and leaned over to look at the answers he had written.

"Your handwriting is terrible," Jiang Ruyue commented mercilessly.

Bai Li paused, pen tip touching:

"This is called cursive script, don't you understand art?"

Jiang Ruyue pointed to a line of formulas:

"But the derivation logic here is wrong; a step is missing."

Bai Li blushed and quickly pressed down on his phone screen:

"I'm omitting steps here; expert problem solvers skip steps."

"Really?" Jiang Ruyue picked up the pen and quickly wrote down a few lines of equations in the blank space:

"That's the correct way to calculate it; your approach leads to a dead end."

Bai Li couldn't keep up the act any longer. He threw down his pen and ruffled Jiang Ruyue's hair.

"Okay, okay, you're great. You write it yourself."

Jiang Ruyue slapped his hand away in disgust:

"Practice makes perfect."

Over at the bedside, several young women were already rolling around in a lovey-dovey mess.

Li Jiaxin was holding her phone, examining clothes with Zhang Qian and Chen Tingting.

Lin Xiaoshuang pulled Xie Lingmo along, and the two sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, chatting about skincare and makeup.

Xie Lingmo had a big smile on her face, clearly having blended into the atmosphere.

Looking at Lin Xiaoshuang's smiling face and listening to Chen Tingting's occasional swear words, she found that she actually enjoyed the noisy atmosphere.

At a time of harmony.

Li Mengmeng, who was curled up on a beanbag chair scrolling through short videos, suddenly sat up straight.

"Oh dear!" Li Mengmeng held up her phone, her big, watery eyes wide with surprise.

"News has been released! Xie Tianyun is looking for his daughter!"

Xie Lingmo's smile vanished.

She crawled over on all fours and got close to Li Mengmeng:

"What does the title say?"

Li Mengmeng cleared her throat and read aloud:

"Xie Tianyun, a well-known entrepreneur in Yunshi, posted an article seeking information about his daughter, saying that she left home in anger after an argument over family matters. He is now offering a reward of one million yuan for clues. The accompanying picture is even a photo of you attending a dinner party."

Xie Lingmo bit her lip, her eyes reddening:

"I'm not happy."

She lowered her head, her fingers digging into the sheets, and a surge of resentment welled up inside her again:

"No matter what, he really did slap me today..."

"In all my years, he has never laid a hand on me."

Lin Xiaoshuang also came over, squeezing her little head between the two of them, looking at the comment section on the screen.

She pointed to a highly upvoted comment and shouted angrily:

"Why are there little black ones here too!"

Xie Lingmo looked in the direction she was pointing.

A user with the ID "Doesn't Eat Cilantro" left a comment below:

[Haha, these rich kids these days really don't know how lucky they are. They're pampered with fine clothes and food, and they run away from home just because they got slapped? What a dramatic act! If it were us ordinary folks, we'd get beaten three times a day and still have to go back to work to earn money.]

These few lines made Xie Lingmo even more upset.

They had already been wronged, and now even unsuspecting strangers were trying to take advantage of them from a moral high ground.

Xie Lingmo sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Chen Tingting snatched the phone away and turned off the screen.

"It's okay, don't pay attention to these idiots. They're just jealous that you were born into a good family."

Li Jiaxin also came over, her tone disdainful:

"Yes, don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering."

Zhang Qian patted Xie Lingmo's back gently, comforting her:

"Don't cry, your big brother is here. No one can bully you."

"Online trolls are just bored; the more you pay attention to them, the more they get worked up."

Everyone surrounded Xie Lingmo and comforted her, and the atmosphere in the room became one of shared hatred.

Just at this time.

A cool, slightly naive voice drifted over from the side.

"Sister Dry, they're right."

Everyone froze, then turned around.

Jiang Ruyue had left the desk at some point.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her ahoge standing on end, and her clear, big eyes looking at Xie Lingmo.

"The purpose of this kind of person is to incite hatred."

"They deliberately post these extreme comments just to see you get angry and make you like and comment."

Xie Lingmo stared at her blankly.

What this little girl said actually makes a lot of sense.

Just as everyone was waiting for Jiang Ruyue to give a rational analysis and was ready to listen attentively to what she would say next.

Jiang Ruyue tilted her head slightly, her pink lips parting and closing:

"Once the comments go viral, they'll stuff their phones into their pants, turn on the vibration alert, and start masturbating."

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