Picked up an all-around babysitter

After finishing the paper, Li Mo took out the book and started to memorize it again. It was still very cold in April night, he curled up into a ball, looked up blankly at the dim moon above his head.

There are still two months left for the college entrance examination, as long as he passes these two months, he can leave Chen Yuan, leave everything here, and go to other places to study his favorite major.

Thinking about it, there was a sense of pride and tenderness in my heart.

As if those better days were just around the corner.

Yet the days go on.

The next day, Li Mo arrived at the classroom very early, and after staying outside all night, his hands and feet were almost frozen, and every time he took a step, his whole body had to coordinate.

There were only two or three boarding students reading books with the lights on in the classroom, and it was quiet, which made Li Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head, grasped the strap of the schoolbag with his fingers, walked to his seat in the back silently, took out the papers in the schoolbag, and looked up at the students who were still engrossed in carrying the textbooks in a low voice. Didn't have time to look at him.

Li Mo pretended not to care, but in reality he was on the verge of raising his heart.

He quickly put the test paper on Yan Bozhi's desk, quickly returned to his seat, picked up the book and stood it upright in front of him, took a deep breath, lay down and fell asleep with difficulty concealing his exhaustion.

There are 52 days left in the countdown to the college entrance examination written on the blackboard.

Even the most inattentive students began to lie on the table to read the papers. The whole classroom was filled with the rustling sound of pages turning and the sound of pen and paper touching.

While Li Mo was writing the paper absentmindedly, he secretly looked at Yan Bozhi.

Yan Bozhi came in and found the volume on the desk, he was taken aback for a moment, sat on the stool and flipped through a few pages, then put it away again.

Li Mo's eyes flickered, and he turned his gaze back to write a few words, but couldn't help but continue to secretly look at Yan Bozhi.

He is different from others, with tall and slender shoulders and short hair. He is fierce when he is angry, but he also looks good when he smiles.

Sitting behind Yan Bozhi, Li Lei raised his arm and tapped Yan Bozhi's back with the pen in his hand.

Yan Bozhi leaned on Li Lei's table with his shoulders back, facing forward, writing something with a pen in his hand.

"Hey, have you finished writing the paper, lend me a look."

Yan Bozhi paused the pen in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and twitched his brows, then took out the volume from the drawer, and handed it back to Li Lei.

"Thanks!"

Li Lei took back the paper, and suddenly turned his head to look at Li Mo, seeing Li Mo carefully peeking this way, he immediately gave Li Mo a hard look.

His expression was vicious and full of disgust, and the corners of his lips slanted slightly, showing bloodthirsty ferocity.As if Li Mo is the most filthy garbage.

This malicious look made Li Mo quickly lower his head, holding a pen and drawing circles on the notebook in a panic.

There was a moment of weightlessness in his heart, and Li Mo was so flustered that he couldn't get any further.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips trying to calm himself down, comforting himself, it's okay, he just likes Yan Bozhi, as long as he likes it silently by himself, it's none of other people's business.

After school in the afternoon, Li Mo was as usual, he waited until everyone in the classroom had left before he began to pack his schoolbag. He packed very slowly, every movement was very careful.

When the schoolbag was zipped up, Li Mo found that a corner of the bottom of the schoolbag was split, not because the thread was loose, but because the fabric had begun to age due to too much time.

Li Mo looked at this corner sadly, and closed it with his hands, but couldn't fix it.

This is a gift from his father after he was promoted to junior high school.

At that time, his father was still touching his head to encourage him: "We Xiaomo study so well, we will definitely be admitted to the best school."

but……

Mom and Dad are gone, and now even this schoolbag is worn out/old like this.

Li Mo picked up his schoolbag carefully, and then walked out the door.

There was a strong wind blowing outside, and countless cherry blossom petals were falling in the air, mixed with the moist smell of the soil, as if it was going to rain.

Li Mo's hair was blown wildly by the wind, he lowered his head tightly, hugged his schoolbag tightly, and walked quickly.

Suddenly, a person bumped into him with great force, Li Mo staggered and took two steps back, Wei Wei glanced at the road quickly through his bangs, Li Mo lowered his head and hugged his schoolbag: "I'm sorry. "

The man bumped into it on purpose.

It seems that he is a student of their school, but after a quick glance, Li Mo can only see that he looks familiar, but he doesn't know him.

But the man let out a rude "Bah", raised his arm fiercely and pushed Li Mo again.Cursing and cursing in his mouth: "It's really unlucky!"

Li Mo was pushed into the guardrail behind him with a bang. He hugged his schoolbag tightly, lowered his head and didn't dare to resist or show any expression. If there was any dissatisfaction, he would only be beaten badly.

Seeing that Li Mo didn't say a word, the man kicked Li Mo hard again. Li Mo was kicked so badly that he swayed, and finally stopped by the guardrail.

The man cursed with contempt in his mouth: "It's so disgusting, why don't you die! Trash like you, jump from here quickly, die early and be reborn early!"

Li Mo's face hidden under his bangs was indifferent and numb. He had heard this kind of talk a long time ago and thought he could ignore it, but there was still a sudden dull pain in his heart.

Li Mo pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, he only hoped that this time it would pass sooner.

Perhaps God heard his prayer, that person took out a white note from nowhere, stuffed it rudely onto the schoolbag in Li Mo's arms, and said, "It's for you."

After speaking, he spat at Li Mo and left.

Li Mo froze in place, and waited until there was no one there, then moved slowly, loosened the schoolbag, and took off the note on the schoolbag.

【Sports equipment room waiting for you】

These words were written neatly and slightly flying on the note. When Li Mo saw it, his heart was pounding.

This is Yan Bozhi's handwriting, this is Yan Bozhi's writing.

He said he was waiting for me in the sports equipment room?

Li Mo couldn't believe it, this was what Yan Bozhi said to himself, he suspected that this was another prank by those people, they were here to punish him, but...

Li Mo didn't want to gamble, he would rather believe that this was really written by Yan Bozhi, if he let himself go, he must have something to say to himself.

Uneasy, uneasy, and unspeakable expectations.

Li Mo's nervous palms were sweating.

His lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes showed a rare firm look.

Holding her schoolbag, regardless of the pain in her body, she went downstairs to the sports equipment room.

The weather has become very gloomy, with dark clouds overwhelming the sky, strong winds, cherry blossom petals dancing with the wind, Li Mo is about to be blown away by the wind.

He walked towards the building with difficulty.

There are dance studios, music rooms, painting rooms, sports equipment rooms, etc. above the Lixing Building. Except for art classes, there are basically no people in this building.

After all, the senior high school entrance examination is about to expire, and everyone is busy reviewing.

The Lixing building is on the westernmost side of No. [-] Middle School, next to the school wall with rose flowers, surrounded by two or three thick willow trees, which looks very quiet.

Walking downstairs, Li Mo found that the small door that was usually locked with an iron chain was opened, and the chain was hanging on the iron door, revealing a crack, and he could go upstairs.

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Thank you Mengmeng for your support and nutrient solution~ I will try my best to update, the last five or six chapters will be temporarily updated by [-], and I will work hard to grow after the list!

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