“Yeah, the na of the principal at my forr school is Gong Fan.”
“…” Mo Si chuckled, “So it was him.”
“Hei Dong, do you know him?”
“I’ve heard of him.”
A despicable deserter from a military academy managed to actually sneak into the place of education and beco a principal?
Are the people at the Learning Center blind?
Mo Si clearly felt deflated, so Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t bring up the matter again.
After waiting there for a while, Mo Si finally cald down and spoke up, “I know about these matters. Thank you for your efforts.”
“…Why are you suddenly saying this?”
“You’re still young and you have to live independently.”
“Pfft.” Jiang Qiuqiu chuckled after hearing the deep tone: “Hei Dong, why do you sound like an elder scolding ? It makes you seem much older.”
“I am older than you.”
“I know.” Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at Mo Si, sizing him up, “You do look like you’re three or four years older than .”
“More than that.”
“Then at most four or five years older. Judging from your appearance, at most you are this much older. It’s impossible for you to be older than that.”
Jiang Qiuqiu casually remarked, and seeing Mo Si about to argue, she teased, “Are you trying to tell you’re decades older than ? Are you forty this year?”
“Don’t I look like it?”
“Are you joking with ?” Jiang Qiuqiu let out a sigh, “At most twenty-six, no older than that.”
“However, sotis when I close my eyes and listen to you speak, your tone sounds very mature and steady, like my dad encouraging , haha.”
Mo Si: …
Mo Si’s expression was stiffened a bit, “Your dad talks to you like this?”
“Well… occasionally, there’s a bit of synchronization.” Suddenly, she misses her own dad. Jiang Qiuqiu’s eyes revealed a hint of longing.
What’s most fatal is when you’re about to strike up a conversation and see Jiang Qiuqiu’s expression like this. For Mo Si, it’s the most fatal thing.
What does this prove? The girl isn’t joking, she’s serious.
Him? Dad?!
Ridiculous!
The Panda is angry!
—
At noon, everyone had finished their busy tasks and sat together at the table for lunch.
Mo Chengyu was exhausted this morning, and she ate with a voracious appetite, swallowing food as if there’s no tomorrow.
It’s so much that even Mo Si, who was usually reserved, couldn’t help but raise his head and say, “Mind your image.”
“…”
“Why bother about image?” Mo Chengyu swallowed what was in her mouth, “This food is so delicious, eating it cold is disrespectful to Qiuqiu!”
“If it’s delicious, you should eat it heartily!”
Having said that, she lowered her head and resud eating her food.
Mo Si wanted to say sothing, but before he could speak, Jiang Qiuqiu spoke first, “Hei Dong, why aren’t you eating? Is what I cooked not to your liking?”
“No.” Mo Si picked up his chopsticks, “Just thinking about sothing.”
“Are you still thinking about what I just said?” Jiang Qiuqiu looked embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I won’t say it like that next ti.”
She didn’t expect Mo Si to care so much about age.
“It’s not about that, no need to apologize.”
“I shouldn’t have made random comparisons.”
As the two exchanged words, Mo Chengyu put down her chopsticks, looking curious, “No, stop beating around the bush! What happened? Can I know?”
Before Jiang Qiuqiu could speak, Mo Si raised his head directly, his eyes were sharp as knives, “You can’t.”
“Eat your al, don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
Mo Chengyu:…
This ti, the real culprit erged.
She timidly acknowledged.
The atmosphere at the table returned to silence. Jiang Qiuqiu looked at the scene, and a smile rose at the corner of her lips.
This is probably the atmosphere between a lively family and friends.
It’s quite interesting.
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