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"Mu Qiao."

Yuan Sufei could see the bleakness in her son's eyes. Just like when she was sent back by the police, she became lifeless as she took a step forward and softly called out.

Xi Muqiao turned his head to look, but his black eyes were as calm as still water without a single ripple. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and his pale lips opened and closed, only after a long while was he able to find his voice, "Mom, I'm fine. I'm a little tired, so I'm going back to my room."

All her words seemed to have lost all strength at this moment. Yuan Sufei looked at her son's shoulders and was extremely worried. She was afraid that he would once again fall into the same lifeless state as he had fourteen years ago.

In the room.

Xi Muqiao stared blankly, letting the cigarette on his fingertip burn as white as the smoke permeated into the air.

In the picture, there was a handsome man and a smiling boy. The man held the boy in his arms, full of love.

As the cigarette on his finger burnt to ashes, the remaining sparks burned his finger. Xi Muqiao loosened his grip, and the picture floated onto the floor. The cigarette on his other hand fiercely poked the face of the man in the photo.

Xi Muqiao closed his eyes and slowly opened them. His slender white hands took the crystal trophy, and his fingertips caressed the base of the trophy. Two names were engraved: Simujo, Simujo.

Then, he grabbed both sides of the trophy with both hands and exerted strength. The viscous trophy shattered once again, and the shard cut through his palm, causing blood to flow out slowly.

Xi Muqiao was still clutching the shard in his hand. The pain in his eyes was heart-wrenching. He was not afraid of being injured, because the deepest wound was not in his hand, but in his heart.

"In the future, it won't matter anymore." With that light sentence, Xi Muqiao seemed to have lost all of his strength. He sat there motionlessly, like a lifeless puppet.

Fourteen years ago, he tore up photos of all the seats and smashed everything about him, but in the end he left a picture of the two of them together.

That crystal trophy was glued little by little to his face after he had broken it. In these 14 years, these two items had held his last hopes for the journey to the banquet.

In the future, it would never be used again.

Xi Muqiao slowly stood up and leaned on the back of the chair. His heart felt empty, as if it was about to let the blood flow freely from his palms.

Suddenly, she began to miss Little Rascal. She missed that smiling face in her memory. She wanted to hear that melodious voice. She wanted to see that pair of black, spirited, and stubborn eyes.

"Qiao Mu." He murmured the word in her mind, floating back and forth, over and over.

It was as if he were crying under a cherry tree, alone, fourteen years ago, and he had met the six-year-old Jomu, whose heart beat with the rhythm of life because she was alive again.

However, in the blink of an eye, the little girl disappeared again. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. Even though he was bitterly searching for her, there was no news about her.

Simujo's thin lips curled up into a smile, and a powerful thought began to rush through his mind. He wanted to see her, he wanted to see her right away. Just like fourteen years ago, it was fine to have her by his side.

Jiangcheng University, Mechanics and Structure course.

The old professor with her beer belly was standing on the podium spitting. Below the podium, Qiao Mu and Qiu Ning were chatting with each other.

"You really sold yourself to that man?"

"That man gave you five million?"

Qiao Mu was very calm. "Ang."

Qiu Ning's voice rose several notches. "What the f * ck!" Little bitch, what kind of dog shit luck did you get? Find a small puddle and take a look for yourself, how could you be worth five million on you? "

The surrounding students all looked over. Qiu Ning quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head, casting a sidelong glance at Qiao Mu as she played with the pen. She lowered his voice and said, "You really earned it, okay? That man is rich, powerful, and good-looking. She's too stylish!"

Qiao Mu said nothing. She didn't know if this was a good thing for her or a bad thing.

Qiu Ning came over with a gossipy face. "Oh right, little bitch, why did he spend five million on you? Why would I buy you? "

Qiao Mu sighed and covered her face with her hand to cover the blush. She then stammered, "He... He said... Cold weather... Warm beds. "

"Huh?" "Qiu Ning was stunned. Is this a special hobby of rich people?" Then are you warm enough? "

"It's warm! However, he should be the one to warm me up. "Qiao Mu was so excited that her face turned red." You know that my house is very cold. He's like a huge stove.

"Holy sh * t, little b * tch is here for you in the spring!" Qiu Ning called out in alarm.

"Spring my ass, he's the boss of the underworld!" Qiao Mu added.

"F * cking hell, little bitch, are you stupid or something? Who cares what kind of boss he is, sleep with him!" Sleep well with him! You've already slept, so it's a pity you don't go back to sleep, right? "

Qiao Mu's face was red as the corners of her mouth twitched.

The heck, this little joke was so easy to say, but she was still able to sleep well with him. She was a good girl that was in the prime of her life, she couldn't do such a thing.

"I suddenly feel so envious of you." Qiu Ning covered her face, her eyes filled with envy.

Qiao Mu was even more speechless. What was there to be envious about? She didn't belong to him anymore, so he should pity her right? Buzz. Buzz.

"Let me tell you, little bitch. You have to grasp this opportunity and serve that man well. Your future is bright, and you won't be bullied again."

"Damn it, who dares to bully me?" Qiao Mu asked.

"A creditor." Qiu Ning's face was solemn. She had seen the extent to which a little b * tch had been forced by her creditor to such a state.

"I paid my debt." Qiao Mu said calmly.

"…"

Just as the two were engrossed in their conversation, a cold voice flew over, "Student Qiu Ning, please come up to the stage and draw out the force that has been applied to this beam."

The old professor stood on the podium, his gaze piercing through his thick glasses, sharp as a knife. To dare to make mistakes in his class, he was courting death!

Qiu Ning suddenly stood up and looked at the picture on the blackboard called 'Lifting Beam'. F * ck, if you didn't say so, I wouldn't even know what this' Lifting Beam 'was. How would I know what kind of force it received!?

"Can't you draw? Alright, then Student Qiao Mu, come up to the stage and draw. "

"Alright!" Hearing her name, Qiao Mu stood up and walked up to the podium leisurely. Shua shua shua, "Teacher, I've finished drawing!"

Qiao Mu threw down her chalk and dusted off her hands. Under the admiring gaze of the old professor and the admiration of her classmates, she walked off the stage with her head held high and her chest puffed up, returning to her seat.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows at Qiu Ning, who was still standing there. With a proud expression, he teased, "Aiyaya, it's that simple? It only took three seconds."