Chapter 609: Chapter 609

Yiyi subconsciously wiped it with her sleeve, but there were no traces of water. She immediately felt tricked, "Who drools?"

"How tired are you to fall asleep while standing?"

"It’s your fault, your arms are so warm, and you smell really nice, a faint whiff of soap," she continued, but as Zhou Mo’s gaze intensified, her voice grew softer, and her face redder. Feeling uncomfortable, she brushed her hair back from her temples, "So, where are we now?"

"It’s still early. If you’re sleepy, you can lean on my shoulder."

"Not sleepy, not sleepy, I shouldn’t bother you every time, haha, hehe."

Although that’s what she said, Zhou Mo felt she was just forcing herself and paid her no attention as he continued to read the book he bought. Yiyi’s eyelids grew heavier with the sway of the subway, and she yawned repeatedly.

"It’s all Lin Mu’s fault for waking me up so early, and those girls last night chatted till midnight, I’m so sleepy!"

As expected, she didn’t last half an hour before her head began to nod like a pecking chicken. Zhou Mo found it amusing; with a long arm, he brought her onto his shoulder. She struggled to get up, but he held her head down with his large palm, "Just sleep!"

Yiyi couldn’t help but turn her head and glance at his perfect profile, but he reached out and covered her eyes, "Be good, close your eyes."

That voice seemed magical, lulling her eyelids shut, and about ten minutes later, Zhou Mo felt her breath steady, clearly asleep. He looked at the head on his shoulder, his lips curving slightly.

It seemed some things, even if unspoken, progressed towards their inevitable goal. Yiyi, oh Yiyi, habit is truly the most fearsome weapon. Seeing Lin Mu agitated today gave him a sense of satisfaction. Using the silent weapon of habit to defeat opponents felt really great, he thought, chuckling.

An hour later, Zhou Mo woke her up, and Yiyi felt that she had slept wonderfully. The first thing she did upon waking was to wipe the corner of her mouth, which amused Zhou Mo, "There, you didn’t drool."

Yiyi rolled her eyes at him, "How could I not? I should have drooled to gross you out!"

She was about to grab her handbag, but Zhou Mo, holding a shopping bag in one hand, took her hand with the other, "I’ll carry it, let’s go."

Zhou Mo dropped Yiyi off at her dorm, offering her a couple of reference books, but she shook her head.

"You can use them, I can just ask you anyway."

Zhou Mo liked that arrangement and advised her, "Get some rest early." He watched her enter the building before he turned to leave.

When Yiyi reached her dorm around 9:30 PM, there was half an hour until the lights-out policy (only small lights allowed). Her roommates, seeing her with snacks and clothes, couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Hey, who was that handsome guy that came to see you this morning? And with Zhou Mo, are you guys classmates?"

"Childhood friends, not classmates,"

Qiao Shan jumped excitedly next to her, "He’s totally my type, incredibly handsome, even more so than Hua Yang, I feel. Hua Yang is too gentle with everyone, I don’t like that. I prefer a more singular type of guy. What’s your classmate’s name? His eyes lit up when he looked at you!"

Yiyi turned her head in surprise, "No way, you guys woke up after I left?"

"Of course, we even peeked out the window for a while!"

Yiyi smirked, "He’s applying to Beijing Film Academy. I’d advise you to give up because any day now he could be a celebrity. It’s better not to start something doomed to die under the spotlight, right?"

Hearing he was from Beijing Film Academy, Qiao Shan got excited again, "Did you know I also auditioned there in January? My dream is to be a star, but my mom’s dream is Tsinghua, so even though I passed the arts exam, I have to attend Tsinghua, or else she’d make a huge fuss. My dad had no choice but to ask me to endure it, saying you can be an actor anytime, but Tsinghua waits for no one,"

Yiyi turned incredulously, "You’re saying you also auditioned in January? And you passed?"

Catching the ’also’ in her sentence, Qiao Shan’s eyes widened suddenly, "Don’t tell me you too?"

Yiyi laughed, "Zhou Mo and I went too, accompanying Lin Mu. All three of us passed,"

Zou Wenqing couldn’t help but interject, "Since when is Beijing Film Academy so easy to get into?"

Yiyi continued to tease them, "I even got into the Central Academy of Drama. Lin Mu is even better, he got into all three, Shanghai Drama Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Beijing Film Academy,"

Yu Wen Ya, "That’s insane, while everyone else struggles with college entrance exams, it looks like you two are just playing around."

Yiyi and Qiao Shan turned together, "Playing around? We worked hard too, you know?"

Their simultaneous response slightly stunned Yu Wen Ya, leading them to exchange smiles, "Maybe it’s just fate, destined for Tsinghua, haha!"

"We have a physics class on Monday. Although it’s just two periods, those two periods stretch the whole morning. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

To empty her mind and be in a better state for class, Yiyi didn’t even turn on her computer that night; she just washed up and went straight to bed.

The next morning at 5:30 AM, she voluntarily got up to run laps at the playground. Each class’s assistant counselor was there to record their running times and distances, which would later directly transition to an app to manage attendance, making slacking impossible.

Yiyi dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, put on her sports shoe, and stepped out feeling refreshed. Her roommates called from behind, "Hey, wait for us!"

"I’ll run slow, just hurry up."

At Qing University, physical tests for girls required running two thousand meters within a set time, so they trained daily at Zijing Playground to ensure they could pass with ease.

Right away, Yiyi spotted Zhou Mo surrounded by a group of girls. She didn’t dare to approach but followed him surreptitiously.

After checking in with the counselor, she just stood waiting for Zhou Mo. As he approached, sweating profusely, she offered her wristband, "You’re sweating so much, how many laps did you run?"

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"You got here early, do you want to rest a bit?"

Seeing Yiyi start to jog in place, Zhou Mo waved his hand, took her wristband, wiped off his sweat, and said, "Let’s go, I’ll run with you."