My Beloved Model

Han Luo: 'I've already thought about it. I'll take Business Studies, Dance, Economics, and History.'

Mo Yuan: 'Interesting.' His choice was also similar to her. He chose Business Studies, Music, Economics, and ICT. He suddenly frowned and wrote: 'Why are you choosing Dance? Don't you sing? Choose Music.'

Han Luo: 'I don't want to. I'm better at dancing so I chose Dance.'

Mo Yuan: 'Wait, you are in Set 1, so you can choose up to four extra subjects if you want to. Why don't you choose Music?'

Han Luo frowned. 'Why does Set 1 have the option to choose extra subjects?'

Mo Yuan: 'Every year is put into sets: Set 1, Set 2, Set 3, and so on. Set 1 has the most talented students. As you can see, the classes are arranged from the smartest to the dumbest. Set 8 would be the worst. Since you are one of the talented students, you can always choose more subjects. I also took extra subjects like Sociology, Psychology, French, and Geography.'

Han Luo: 'I wish I was in Set 8.'

Mo Yuan shook his head before writing: 'No, you wouldn't. Set 8 is another dimension of dumb. Choose some extra subjects and then take Music.'

Han Luo: 'Why do you want me to choose Music?'

Mo Yuan: 'I do Music too so I can help you.'

Han Luo: 'I don't need your help. I can study on my own 'cause I'm so smart.'

Mo Yuan stopped writing and pinched Han Luo's nose. She almost cried out but endured it when she remembered that she was in the library.

The whole time, Beth was observing from the opposite seat. Her heart was pounding hard. She had never been this close to Mo Yuan. While watching the two of them passing notes to each other, she suddenly thought of something, 'That's right! No girl was ever close to Yuan like Nana. Everyone is usually scared of him and doesn't get close to him. But Nana isn't scared – she is willing to sit with that icicle. As expected of the goddess. She was able to get close to him because they are close in secret. They don't want to attract more attention than they need to.'

When she came to that conclusion, she smiled in satisfaction. Just then, Mo Yuan playfully pinched Han Luo's nose which made her glare at him. Beth's jaw dropped to the floor. She couldn't understand – no matter how many times she was looking for the connection between Mo Yuan and Nana Shimizu, Mo Yuan's action toward Han Luo completely broke that connection.

Beth stole a glance at Nana and was disappointed. Nana Shimizu was immersed in the book. She had no connection with the real world at that moment. Beth sighed.

When the bell rang, Nana gathered her books and stood up. She didn't look at the others before leaving. After she left, Beth also stood up and left with her books. Han Luo had a class. When she was about to stand up, Mo Yuan caught her hand. He whispered, "Are you going to choose Music?" His mouth was close to her ear. She could feel him breathing. When he exhaled, the air blew her hair.

Han Luo sighed and turned to face Mo Yuan. When she did, her nose touched his. They looked at each other for a while and suddenly she smiled. She whispered back, "No, I won't." After that, she stood up and left with the books in her hand, leaving Mo Yuan alone.

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After class, Tang Yujin went to the School Council office. While they were working, the guy next to him suddenly asked in a low tone, "What is the relationship between you and Sheng's sister?"

"No relations. I'm not related to her," Tang Yujin politely replied. This guy wasn't the first one who asked about Han Luo. Before him, at least six seniors came and talked to him about her. He skillfully avoided them. But now he was a member of the School Council and they were working; he couldn't just stand up and leave. Tang Yujin tried to think of a way to avoid him.

"But you are pretty close, aren't you? You guys always go home together," the boy continued.

Tang Yujin replied, "Yes we do because she and Sheng are relatives. Since Sheng leaves with me, naturally she leaves with us." He didn't sound nor look offended and calmly conversed with the fellow member.

"Oh, so that's how it is." The member nodded. "I heard her parents are dead. Is that true?"

Tang Yujin paused before answering, "Her mother passed away, and her father is in a coma."

The member nodded understandingly. "I see, I see. So that's why she leaves with Sheng, I guess."

"…" Tang Yujin didn't reply.

The member asked again, "What's her phone number?"

'He is rather persistent,' Tang Yujin thought. He felt annoyed but didn't express it. He smiled and said, "Too bad that she doesn't use a mobile phone at this moment. Her guardians want her to grow up a bit more before having a mobile phone."

The member was surprised to hear that. He said, "Huh? Are there any parents like that? How can a guardian deprive her of a phone? Can anyone even live without a phone?"

Tang Yujin chuckled. "We can live without a mobile phone. We were raised like this. There were times we stayed in a place where there was no signal for two weeks, yet we still had a great time. Compared to that, she is living in luxury. She will grow soon and get her mobile phone. When that happens, you can ask for her number directly." He really meant to say, 'Stop bothering me already.'