Looking at Gunqiu's greedy appearance, Shen Moyu couldn't help but laugh at him: "A little bit of dog food is enough to lure you away." After saying that, he still let go of Gunqiu, letting him run to Su Jinning and rub against her.
Su Jinning played with the ball for a while, then let it go eat its dog food. She then picked up her schoolbag and went back to the bedside.
Shen Moyu was still a little sulky, and didn't reach for the grapes herself, nor did she look at him. She turned her head away, pretending to be asleep, stubborn as a haughty little kitten.
Su Jinning wasn't angry at all. Instead, he leaned over, intending to help stroke the kitten's fur. He picked up a grape and held it out, saying, "Could you please open your mouth, Uncle Mo?"
Shen Moyu closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but secretly turn up slightly. But Su Jinning still caught it.
Su Jinning rested her chin on her hand and patiently called out to him, "I say, Mr. Mo, please get up and do me the honor."
"Alright, calling back the soul..." Shen Moyu finally turned to look at him, but before he could finish speaking, Su Jinning quickly stuffed a grape into his mouth.
Before Shen Moyu could react, Su Jinning smugly picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Mo!" He then pretended to clasp his hands in a fist salute.
Shen Moyu was both amused and exasperated by him, and smiled helplessly: "Can you stop calling me 'Grandpa' all the time? Are you looking for a grandpa?"
As Su Jinning took the notes she had copied for him today out of her bag, she laughed and said, "We don't lack ordinary old men, but we lack men like you."
Shen Moyu "..."
Author's Note:
Shen Moyu: Whether it's a man or a woman, you have to marry her. My rules are my rules.
Chapter 50 Moonlight Night
Shen Moyu glared at him with some disdain: "I don't need a nephew like you."
Su Jinning shrugged helplessly. He put away his nonsensical tone and took out the notebooks he had carefully copied down that day from his schoolbag.
Shen Moyu noticed his movement, tilted her head and looked at him carefully: "Who did you borrow it from?"
“I didn’t borrow them.” Su Jinning smiled and handed him the notebooks one by one, saying, “I wrote them myself.”
There was a two-second pause in the atmosphere, and Shen Moyu's expression was exactly the same as Chen Hang and He Qing's.
While surprised, there was also some skepticism.
Su Jinning had been subjected to these looks all day and felt a little helpless. He nodded firmly, "It really was written by me. Midterm exams are coming up soon, who would just borrow someone else's notes?"
Shen Moyu blinked a couple of times, awkwardly took the notebooks, slowly opened them and looked at them, and didn't say anything for a while.
He flipped through the notebooks one by one, as if searching for evidence. But the handwriting, so clear that anyone could remember it at a glance, and the name on the previous page, all confirmed Su Jinning's statement.
These notebooks were indeed organized for him by Su Jinning.
"You... wrote this?" Shen Moyu's gaze lingered on Su Jinning for a long time.
"I really wrote it." Su Jinning was almost in tears. Her explanation was filled with utter despair.
Shen Moyu turned her attention back to the notebook and read the contents carefully.
Su Jinning looked at him nervously. It had been almost two years since he last wrote notes, and he didn't know if he could still write down the content clearly and logically as before, or if there would be any omissions.
He was a little afraid that Shen Moyu wouldn't understand it, and he was also afraid that he wouldn't be satisfied. In that case, it would be better not to write it at all, to save himself from doing useless work.
Su Jinning looked at Shen Moyu, who seemed to be deep in thought. He lowered his eyelashes and said in a soft voice, "It's been a long time since I wrote anything, so it might not be very well organized. Some parts are unclear. How about..." He scratched his head, looking like a helpless child, "How about you read as much as you can understand? I'll borrow it from someone else for you tomorrow."
Su Jinning stood there, head down, her fingers constantly rubbing together, looking nervous and dejected.
"What are you talking about?" Suddenly, Shen Moyu looked up with a helpless yet puzzled smile.
Su Jinning suddenly looked up, staring blankly at him, clearly not having reacted yet.
Shen Moyu carefully stacked the notebooks together, waved them in front of him, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "You have so little confidence in what you write?"
Seeing Shen Moyu's delighted expression, Su Jinning scratched the back of her neck and said, "Didn't you... not understand?"
"Who said that?" Shen Moyu opened a notebook, and the neat handwriting once again caught his eye. He pointed to a passage: "You wrote the central argument of this passage very clearly. I know Professor Han's teaching method. He doesn't like to tell us the original sentence of the central argument, he only explains the meaning and lets us understand it ourselves and write it down in our notebooks." He chuckled and continued with a hint of admiration in his tone: "I can't even write such a concise sentence."
Su Jinning paused for a moment, her gaze blankly meeting Shen Moyu's eyes.
Su Jinning understood some of what was said before, but the last two sentences completely silenced him.
Looking into Shen Moyu's slightly bright eyes, he knew that Shen Moyu was genuinely satisfied, and that it wasn't just something he said casually to encourage him.
Seeing Shen Moyu's joyful and excited expression, Su Jinning truly felt that everything was worthwhile.
The feeling of being recognized by someone you like is one of unprecedented ease and comfort.
Shen Moyu watched with great interest. Su Jinning smiled with some relief: "If you think it's okay, I'll continue to tidy it up for you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Moyu gently put down her book, smiled at him, and asked as if jokingly, "Really?"
But Su Jinning closed her eyes and nodded heavily, saying very seriously, "It's just organizing some notes. As long as you're willing, no problem."
It's like, as long as you're willing to wait for me a little longer, even if the journey is long, I will travel thousands of miles to come to you.
Seeing Su Jinning's serious expression, Shen Moyu gripped the notebook in his hand tighter. He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and teased, "Looking at it this way, you really are quite smart."
"I'm naturally smart, okay?" Su Jinning raised her chin.
But Shen Moyu's expression didn't seem like he was joking. He lowered his head and pursed his lips: "I'm serious. You..." He paused, his fingers constantly rubbing the notebook paper: "Don't you think it's a waste?"
Su Jinning didn't understand what he meant and asked blankly, "What's a pity?"
Shen Moyu let out a long sigh, closed the notebook in his hand, and as the sky outside the window darkened, his voice also lowered: "What a pity for your previous number one ranking."
The person in front of her froze. Su Jinning hadn't expected him to say that and asked in surprise, "Who told you that?"
Shen Moyu didn't answer his question, but instead asked him seriously, "Are you really the person you wanted to be now?"