Chapitre 18

The photo of Su Jinning carrying him on the playground today still has a lot of screams in the comments section.

He scrolled down aimlessly. Although he didn't quite understand what these people were doing, somehow he gradually found it interesting. While browsing the fanfiction section, he even found a few authors with good writing skills. He even wrote down some good words and phrases to use in his exams.

He found it funny when he thought about it.

Scrolling down the comments, I suddenly saw a comment from an ID named "n": [I just don't understand why you two grown men are shipping each other? It's just brothers fighting and taking each other to the infirmary, and you guys are acting like you're crazy.]

A hint of surprise flashed across Shen Moyu's eyes. It turns out that someone actually dares to speak such truths.

[A: We're just shipping them for fun, and besides, the celebrities themselves haven't said anything, so why are you in such a hurry?]

[b: You talk like you know everything. If you don't like it, just scroll away, okay?]

[n replied: Didn't you see the clarification video? Besides, what's so good about Shen Moyu? He always has a cold, stern face and is difficult to get along with.]

[A: What do you mean by that? Isn't that a personal attack?]

[b: Our top student is great in every way and handsome in every way. Who do you think you are? Just an average guy?]

[n: They're completely mismatched, okay? Shen Moyu is like a block of ice; he always has a deadpan expression when you talk to him.]

[A: What's it to you? I think you're just jealous! You stinky salted fish!]

...

A lot of people replied, but in the end, the person with the ID "n" stopped talking altogether, probably because they were criticized and dared not utter a word.

Although he was being attacked, Shen Moyu found it amusing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he scrolled through the replies from the user with the ID "n". He could indeed sense from the words how hysterical this person was.

But honestly, what does his cold personality have to do with this person? Does he live in the Pacific Ocean?

Shen Moyu secretly rolled her eyes. She's not some internet celebrity or big star, yet she still has the honor of having a hater.

However, he even figured out his own personality, did a lot of research in private, and was quite loyal.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt something was amiss.

He had only been at the school for a month, and the number of classmates he spoke to could be counted on one hand.

This person said that when he talked to him, he had a deadpan expression...

Those must be from my class?

He accidentally clicked on "n's" homepage and found that his customer account was very new, looking like it had just been registered not long ago. The profile picture hadn't even been registered yet, and the homepage's activity days showed "1".

Every student at Zhengde No.1 Middle School enters the campus forum upon enrollment, and there are basically no new accounts like this. It was a special topic discussion base built by the school for students, but it eventually turned into a gossip information station.

Shen Moyu subconsciously refreshed the page and saw the profile picture below the avatar.

[We have 3 mutual friends.]

"Mutual friends?" Shen Moyu was taken aback. He opened the mutual friends list and found that Chen Yuanyuan, Chen Hang, and He Qing had all followed him.

If these people are their mutual friends.

That……

Shen Moyu opened his private messages.

Definitely not a fish: I heard you're badmouthing Shen Moyu?

The chat window remained silent for a long time before displaying a message indicating that the other person was typing.

However, Shen Moyu waited for a long time but did not receive a reply.

Shen Moyu smiled coldly and sent another message: Don't play dead, your homepage shows you're online.

Sure enough, a moment later came the trembling reply from "n": I was wrong, you academic genius.

The truth has come to light.

"Depend on."

Shen Moyu cursed, his fingers trembling with anger.

Not a Fish: Su Jinning, you fucking used a fake account to smear me?!

Su Jinning was almost brought to tears by embarrassment.

n: I won't do it again...

Author's Note:

Su Jinning: A little trick to court disaster every day.

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Everyone, go to bed early after reading this. Tomorrow is New Year's Day; it really went by so fast! (A senior citizen's reflection)

Chapter 7 The Top Student Copying Homework

That was the best time he had slept in since starting his second year of high school, although the price was that he had to wake up exceptionally early the next day.

Because he had to catch up on his homework. Although he might not be able to finish it no matter how hard he tried, it was still better than not having done a single word.

With two pieces of bread in his mouth, Shen Moyu put on his shoes and instructed his mother, who was sitting on the balcony, "Mom, I have to go now. If you want to go out for a walk, remember to ask Aunt Liu downstairs to accompany you. Don't go out alone. I'll be back after school tonight."

"Okay, Mom got it. You go ahead and don't be late for school," Xia Wei replied while washing the dishes.

Shen Moyu then left the house with peace of mind.

He didn't originally intend to ride his bike there, because he likes to jog for exercise in the morning and arrives quickly. Besides, the bike was used by his mother to go to work and hadn't been used in a long time, so he wasn't sure if it was still rideable.

He checked the tires; they were in good condition. Time was of the essence. He thought about the homework he hadn't finished, then got on his bike.

At six o'clock in the morning, the air was filled with mist, a hazy, watery mist that enveloped the entire city.

The only figures that could be clearly seen were the elderly men and women practicing Tai Chi in the square and the vendors hawking their wares at the morning market.

He rode his bike and felt the wind blowing in his face, and immediately felt refreshed.

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