53 : Youthful innocence

 Song Shi pulled away the other person's tightly clasped hands: "Go away, I'm not angry."

Seeing Song Shi's stubborn expression, the person who had been freed didn't continue, only quickly agreeing, "Okay, I'm not angry."

The other person glanced at him and then walked ahead on their own. Chen Zhoumu followed, obediently doing nothing.

The two walked back to their dormitory like this. After saying goodbye to the person in front of him, Song Shi wanted to close the door, but this time someone blocked his way.

He reopened the door, tilting his head to look at the person blocking it: "What are you doing?"

Chen Zhoumu tapped the ground with his shoe: "I had insomnia last night."

What he said seemed a bit nonsensical, so Song Shi just looked at him, gesturing for him to continue: "So?"

"So I found that I only seem to sleep well when you're around, could you..."

Song Shi looked at him, immediately noticing the slightly flushed tips of his ears. He had never seen Chen Zhoumu like this before. He seemed to know what the other wanted to say, so he pretended to be clueless: "Could you what?"

The other person stretched out his other hand and braced himself against the wall in front of him, half-encircling Song Shi in his arms: "So, you know, right? I want to sleep with you."

This time, the blush rose to Song Shi's ear tips. Although the words were spoken in a perfectly normal tone, they sounded so strange coming from Chen Zhoumu's mouth.

"No." Song Shi thought for half a second, then blurted out his refusal.

"Why? If I don't sleep well, my immunity will drop, and what if I get sick? I don't know anyone here."

"It's too crowded."

Chen Zhoumu peeked through the gap between Song Shi and the door frame at the room. The beds at the affiliated middle school weren't too small, but they were originally designed for junior high students, so they weren't very big. If one of them slept alone, it would be more than enough.

But if two people slept together, it would be a bit cramped.

He could only sigh, "Well, okay then, I hope I can get a good night's sleep. I'm leaving now?"

Song Shi nodded at him, "Yeah." "

I'm really leaving?"

Song Shi waved his hand, "Go on, go on."

The person who kept saying he was leaving kept turning back at the door. When he heard the door close, Chen Zhoumu composed himself, but the next second he heard the sound of the lock being opened.

He slowly turned his head and saw the person standing there with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow and looking at him teasingly.

Then Song Shi tilted his head slightly inside, "Come in and close the door." After saying that, he walked inside, ignoring the person standing outside the door.

Chen Zhoumu smiled. He knew that Song Shi was stubborn by nature, but that only applied to him; no one else would receive such treatment.

He smiled again, went inside, and closed the door. He could already hear the sound of water running; Song Shi was taking a shower. While Song Shi was showering, he went back to his dorm to get a few changes of clothes and an outer jacket.

When he returned, Song Shi still hadn't come out. As if he had heard him, the water in the bathroom stopped.

"Chen Zhoumu? Pass me a towel; it's on the chair."

He looked at the chair when he heard the voice and, sure enough, there was a white towel casually draped there. He picked it up and knocked on the door, which was quickly opened.

A hand emerged from inside, wet and steamy. Chen Zhoumu only glanced at it, and steam escaped through the crack in the door.

He handed him a towel, and the other person took it and tried to close the door, but his hand was grabbed. Song Shi struggled but couldn't break free: "Do you want to die?"

"How about we shower together next time?"

The only response was a "Get out!" and the sound of the door closing. Chen Zhoumu smiled, looking at the water stains on his fingers.

After a while, he reached out and opened the bathroom door. It seemed the door wasn't locked; there wasn't much steam inside, so he could clearly see what the other person was doing.

While Song Shi was still putting on his pajama bottoms, the door behind him opened. He looked back in a panic, and a figure entered his field of vision.

At that moment, he still had one foot in his pants, and the other was sticking out of the other pant leg. Upon seeing the other person, he quickly pulled his pants up.

Before he could even curse, the other person picked him up and placed him on the edge of the sink. Fortunately, the tiles had been warmed by the steam, so he didn't feel cold.

Song Shi realized that the other person's behavior was becoming increasingly audacious. Was he giving Chen Zhoumu too much face?

The person who opened the door didn't even know what they were thinking. They just felt that their identity was now legal, so they wanted to do whatever they wanted, even if it meant making Song Shi angry.

Thinking this, their hands seemed to have a mind of their own and opened the door, then, guided by their thoughts, they lifted Song Shi onto the sink.

Song Shi had just finished showering, and the scent of shower gel enveloped them, making their minds hazy.

They instinctively braced themselves on either side of Song Shi to prevent him from escaping, Song Shi's legs resting on their waist.

Chen Zhoumu looked up: "Just admit it, Song Shi, you like me too, don't you?"

The other person had suddenly barged in and was now asking this question. Song Shi looked down at Chen Zhoumu's gaze: "What do you think?"

"I think I'm right."

Song Shi wasn't so awkward anymore; a slight smile played on his lips as he nodded in the other person's eyes, which were filled with his image.

A weight pressed against his chest, and Chen Zhoumu gently rested his head against Song Shi's chest. "It's good that you like me too. I was so afraid you wouldn't like me back then."

Then he looked up again. "I don't want to force you, Song Shi. That confession that day had a slightly coercive feel to it. I just wanted to hear your answer clearly and directly." "

I just want to tell you that my feelings for you aren't just a passing fancy. I've liked you for a long time and thought about it for a long time." "

I also want you to know that my love for you isn't purely possessive. I want you to be happy, I want to see you smile, I want you to feel satisfied with me."

Song Shi suddenly didn't understand why the other was pulling this stunt again, but looking at Chen Zhoumu's earnest eyes, he pondered for a long time.

He didn't know how to give a sincere answer, because he truly liked Chen Zhoumu; that was a fact.

So he stated this fact to the other. He didn't know if it counted as a serious, emotional answer, but it was the only answer he had.

“I like you.”

“Besides, you’re not as unworthy as you say. I’m not a special person, and I wouldn’t call myself a very good person.”

“I won’t refute the good or bad aspects of the person you’ve met.”

Chen Zhoumu looked at his lowered eyes: "I knew from your first sentence that you were following your heart."

"But to me, you're a special person. I wouldn't call myself a great person either. Does this mean we're a match made in heaven?"

After Chen Zhoumu finished showering, he came out of the room and saw no one there. There was a small bulge on the bed. He was about to go over when his phone rang.

He opened the phone and saw a message from Zhang Jingxiao.

[Brother Mu, some people saved today's post and sent it to the competition class teachers. Now some people are starting to discuss it. The organizers want to remove Brother Shi from the competition class.]

[The organizers are currently in a meeting with the teachers to discuss this.]

Chen Zhoumu chuckled. So this is the kind of thing they want to remove someone without even informing them? He wanted to see where the organizers got such power.

M: [Coming soon.]

He put down the phone, then looked at the person who had already fallen asleep. He went over and tucked the person's hand back under the covers, grabbed a piece of clothing, and went out.

The teachers in the room were arguing fiercely, creating a tense atmosphere.

Some teachers felt that Song Shi's grades were truly outstanding, and given the long duration of this competition class, the results would undoubtedly be unimaginable.

Others felt that given all the things that had happened to Song Shi before, both this and before his transfer, it was best to stop the damage before it escalated.

"Teachers, there's no need to argue anymore. The organizers have made a decision. Through the online meeting just now, it was decided that with 4 votes, Song Shi will be removed from the competition class, leaving 2. Therefore, Song Shi will be removed from the competition class."

"I told you! Look at a person's character first! What good are good grades if they have bad character?" Those teachers who supported removing him began to speak up.

"Exactly! If you ask me, he should first establish good character and become a decent person before studying. Otherwise, he'll just become a disgrace to society!"

Some of these teachers knew him from other schools, and they naturally wanted the more talented student to leave, giving their own students more opportunities.

On the other side, Zhang Su sat in his office, smiling at his father's decision. "Song Shi, let's see how you fight me this time. I hope you don't come back after you get out.

" He stood up: "Thank you, Dad. I'm leaving now."

"Hmm, that person will never participate in such a competition class again."

Zhang Su chuckled softly. The next second, the door was violently flung open, almost hitting him. Just as he was about to curse, he saw who had entered.

The man's face was icy cold, and he hadn't brought many people with him—just one, a slightly overweight man.

Chen Zhoumu walked in and sat on the sofa opposite him. Zhang Huabang saw that the newcomer was young, and his face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.

He straightened his posture: "Who are you?"

Chen Zhoumu didn't speak. The slightly overweight man next to him slammed the documents in his hand onto his desk and whispered, "Mr. Zhang, please take a look."

Zhang Huabang glanced at them suspiciously, then his eyes widened. Weren't these things he had already destroyed? Where did they get them from?

He ordered someone to take Zhang Suxian back, then closed the door and took the items: "What do you want to do?"

"Reconsider."

Zhang Huabang hadn't reacted yet, then realized it was about what had just happened. He quickly nodded: "I will reschedule the meeting and keep Song Shi here."

Chen Zhoumu looked at the other party coldly, then stood up: "Don't provoke him again."

Zhang Huabang hurriedly bowed and nodded: "Yes, yes, yes." Then, as the other party walked out, he grabbed the fatter man and asked: "May I ask which family you are?"

Manager Liu glanced at him like an ant: "The Chen family of Beijing."

Hearing this, he slumped onto the sofa, wiping away cold sweat. He had almost caused a disaster. While rescheduling the meeting, the door was kicked open again.

Many people came in, unlike the one or two people before. A woman entered, accompanied by a tall man, while the rest of the people surrounded her.

Zhang Huabang looked down and saw that they were all the other party's people, completely surrounding the place. He stood up again, trembling. "

You, you are?"

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