They are in their final year of high school and are heavily dependent on me.

If we bring that into reality, would we still have that courage?

Thinking about it carefully, the accidents that have happened with Bai Limeng in this period of time are more than those in the previous two years combined.

Sometimes people just can't get over that one thing, and they become obsessed with it their whole lives.

What is Bai Limeng so persistent about?

I don't understand. We can't be brothers now, but being brothers in arms is troublesome too.

"Open the door." At that moment, the door was kicked open.

Lin Mo's hair stood on end in a second, and he entered battle mode.

But then he thought again, Bai Limeng never informed him before coming in. She wasn't that polite.

"The door isn't locked," Lin Mo asked tentatively.

"I don't have hands to open the door," Bai Limeng said sullenly.

"." Lin Mo thought for a moment, then went to open the door for her.

At the doorway stood a petite girl holding a large cotton quilt.

"Here you go." Bai Limeng peeked out from behind the covers, barged in, put the blankets and sheets on his bed, and sat down on them.

"It's getting colder with the changing seasons, so I'll get you a thicker one too."

Lin Mo was stunned. Something was definitely amiss.

"Hmm, newly bought?"

"I already bought it for you." Bai Limeng pouted. "Your old quilt is worn out from sleeping on it all day."

Don't you realize how rotten it is? Who has a kind person whose thick blankets are stolen and washed every two or three days?

"Oh." Lin Mo scratched his head innocently. "And then?"

"What, and then?" Bai Limeng glanced at him sideways, wanting to explain, but after the two of them were alone in a room again, her thoughts became unsettled.

"What's that pile of junk by the door for?"

"I picked it up from the junkyard to play with."

Bai Limeng nodded, her gaze drifting to the telescope on the windowsill.

"Did you find this too? It's so new!"

"Uh, it's secondhand. My classmate didn't want it anymore, so I bought it for a couple hundred."

Why buy this?

"Let's look at the stars."

"What's so great about stargazing?" Bai Limeng said, then stopped abruptly, realizing something.

"."

Grandma just passed away.

Lin Mo is actually quite stingy. He saves money whenever he can. He has hardly ever bought any toys since he was a child. If she hadn't insisted on buying him new clothes for the New Year, Lin Mo would probably have been wearing old clothes every year.

People often joke that he's sentimental, but putting aside the jokes, he can never shake off the fact that he's an orphan.

Who else could make Lin Mo spend a hundred or two hundred yuan on such an impractical little gadget besides her?

"Can we really see the stars?"

"sure."

Bai Limeng's toes were hooked on her slippers. Upon hearing this, she kicked them, and the slippers landed with a crisp sound. Her pink soles flashed in front of Lin Mo, then she stepped onto his bed, took a few steps, and knelt down, leaning against the window, revealing her pink toes again.

Lin Mo suddenly felt disgusted. His childhood sweetheart seemed quite slutty on ordinary days, but stepping onto his bed was a different story.

"Hmm, you can actually see it." Bai Limeng said, when suddenly her feet were lifted up, leaving her half-suspended on the windowsill.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked, bewildered.

Have you washed your feet?

"I washed it! And you're still complaining about me?!"

"No, I was just worried that if you washed it and didn't dry it, you'd wet my bed."

"Tch." Bai Limeng snorted coldly, not taking it seriously, and was about to look at the night sky again when Lin Mo leaned in, his face almost touching hers.

"Fortunately, we're not in the city center, so the light pollution in Shi'an County isn't that severe," he said.

"Yes"

The girl instinctively tried to dodge, but this familiar physical contact reminded her of the past. There had been many times when they were shoulder to shoulder and face to face, so it didn't matter anymore.

When people read fairy tales, they all yearn for childhood sweethearts to grow up and get married, but when it comes to their own lives, they can only say, "Where do all these ridiculous fairy tales come from?"

When she saw Lin Mo, she wanted to call him a stupid dog, but when she couldn't see him, she wanted to call herself stupid. If she had chased him away, wouldn't she have been all alone?

It's contradictory, isn't it? It's distorted, isn't it?

Who made Bai Limeng, at eighteen, such a pretentious girl?

"Hey, tell me, which one is Grandma?" Lin Mo nudged her with his shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Bai Limeng's mind went blank, and she thought to herself, "Just as I thought."

Dog Linmo only has a few dollars, wouldn't it be better to eat more good food? Why buy a telescope if you think you're not poor enough already?

The girl pursed her lips and glanced at the camera lens.

"I don't know, you can look for it."

"The brightest one, she just went up in the sky, she must be close to us," Lin Mo said.

"Hmm." Bai Limeng looked away from the camera.

Lin Mo looked at the sky, and she looked at Lin Mo.

"Lin the Black Dog".

"how?"

"Um, I want to apologize to you. I didn't expect the Chinese medicine I bought to be so strong."

"No problem, I'm reliable." Lin Mo smiled and adjusted the binoculars.

"The closest point is also the brightest; look, that should be Venus."

"Oh, let me see."

Bai Limeng leaned closer again, her eyes fixed on him, but her most intense physical sensation was on his cheek, which was close to hers.

I never knew stargazing could be so hot.

"Where are the stars Altair and Vega?" Bai Limeng asked.

"Then you'll have to wait for me to research it for a while; I can't find it right now."

"Hey Lin Mo, how did you write your essay?"

"you saw it?"

"Hmm, it's well written, and you have some of my looks."

Lin Mo turned to look at her, feeling that Bai Limeng might be in a state of post-coital slump.

"It's just something I feel."

“Lying,” Bai Limeng murmured softly, then kicked him and got out of bed.

"Go ahead and look for it. I'm going back to sleep. Call me if you need more blankets."

On the way back, Bai Limeng's steps gradually became lighter.

Why do we always reminisce about the past? It's because we're worried about the future.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl must be a match made in heaven.

Chapter 128 Hanbao, do you want to lick the yogurt?

It's Monday again, and there are only two days left until the sports meet.

The days following the first monthly exam have come to an end.

There is not a single day of relaxation in the senior year of high school; the week immediately after the exams is actually less relaxing.

This week is generally called Mental Health Week, as the mental state of senior high school students is most prone to collapse.

Only a minority of students do well on exams, and things rarely go as planned. Teachers will also be stricter to prevent students from letting loose after the exams.

Many students started crying while correcting their mistakes.

Of course, some students also get really passionate as they revise their work.

For example, Lin Mo, as soon as the flag-raising ceremony ended, took advantage of the leader's speech to sneak back to the classroom to figure out how many points he could improve.

After the research, it was discovered that he shouldn't have only 610, and he felt so good that his whole body went numb.

"Hanbao, look, I made a mistake by overlooking a condition in this question, so it's not considered a mistake. I should get five more points."

"And this one, it's an easy question, I made a careless mistake, I'm sure I won't make a mistake if I do it again, then I'll get another five points."

"I forgot to check this, so I'll add two points. Oh, and the English listening comprehension—it was too noisy that day, and I didn't hear these two questions clearly, so I'll add six points. And for the spelling mistakes in the Chinese dictation..."

Lin Mo talked to Li Zhihan for several minutes, and Li Zhihan listened quietly without getting impatient, while she used a calculator to give him a score.

"Six hundred and ten, plus five, plus five, plus three, plus two, plus five plus."

The girl tapped her finger, and after adding up the scores, the calculator emitted an electronic sound that pleased Lin Mo greatly:

"That equals six hundred and eighty-four!"

"so tall?"

Lin Mo chuckled and raised his eyebrows at the girl.

"See, so actually, I did pretty well this time, rounded up, but there were a lot of unexpected things."

Li Zhihan looked at him with her chin resting on her hand, her expression aloof and indifferent.

"What score did you get?" Lin Mo asked.

"Seven hundred and ten equals seven hundred and ten!" Li Zhihan pressed the calculator, conveying her curious score.

"?" Lin Mo was stunned. This was a bit exaggerated. Wouldn't Tsinghua and Peking University be fighting over this?

"Then my 610, uh no, 684, is actually not much different from yours."

“1.” Li Zhihan nodded.

"Right, you agree? Now I'm going to have a good talk with you about it."

"We all did about the same on the exams as you, so does that mean we did well? Well, we did well, so let's talk about licking each other's boots."

“2.” Li Zhihan blinked her clear eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and finally pressed the rejection button coldly and ruthlessly.

"No, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"2."

How did you know I like to lick the yogurt off the lid? Don't you like that?

"2"

"Fine, if you don't like it, you don't like it. I like it, that's enough. Hey, Hanbao, your hands are so white, they look like yogurt."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhihan leaned back slightly, her two small white hands tucked into her sleeves, leaving the cuffs empty like a little ghost.

The girl waved her sleeve at Lin Mo to indicate that she no longer had hands.

Cute.

It would be beautiful if Hanbao became a ghost.

But then again, if she really did become a little ghost in the future, Lin Mo wouldn't be able to stage a real-life version of "A Chinese Ghost Story."

Thinking of this, Lin Mo pinched his thigh. What kind of time is this to be thinking about licking and licking? He's such a waste!

How short-sighted!