DSF Chapter 125

Yan Yibing didn’t eat much, finishing only half of the beef and leaving most of the noodles.

Things that used to taste good when he was younger now seemed mediocre. Perhaps the cafeteria had changed chefs.

Han Mo didn’t have the habit of wasting food. He wasn’t picky about what he ate. After finishing his own portion and seeing that Yan Yibing still had so much left, he couldn’t help but ask, “Master, aren’t you going to finish?”

Yan Yibing shook his head, disappointed, with a straw in his mouth as he sipped on the sour plum soup. “It’s not as good as it used to be. There’s hardly any meat, and the pancakes only have a few scallions.”

“Don’t waste it.” Han Mo naturally picked up Yan Yibing’s bowl, lowered his head, quickly scooped up the remaining vermicelli, and ate it in three or four mouthfuls.

Yan Yibing hesitated to speak, but in the end, he just watched Han Mo without saying anything.

Since he was seven years old, neither of his parents had eaten what he left behind.

With the development of society and the increasing abundance of resources, occasional food wastage was inevitable.

Moreover, with various public hygiene education campaigns and the refined lifestyle of cleanliness, being able to eat leftovers from others was definitely an expression of true love.

After all, Han Mo’s actions were so natural, with not even the slightest twitch of his eyelids. His aura exuded a sense of openness, indicating that he had absolutely no feelings of disgust.

Hmm, he really loves me.

Yan Yibing thought silently to himself.

In an instant, he felt that a certain swollen and sour part of him wasn’t so objectionable anymore.

After the meal, Yan Yibing took Han Mo to the J University library.

He swiped his card first, then filled in Han Mo’s information. Under the watchful eyes of the vigilant security and the probing suspicion, they nervously entered the library.

It was lunchtime, so there weren’t many people in the library.

To be honest, as one of the top universities in the country, J University’s library was naturally top-notch.

And this was just one of the old libraries; J University had many departmental libraries, all designed by renowned architects from home and abroad.

From an artistic and aesthetic point of view, it was worth seeing.

However, the library was too quiet, with only students diligently studying in front of their computers or cleaning staff silently mopping the floor.

Han Mo and Yan Yibing circled around from top to bottom, feeling uncomfortable.

As for the books on the shelves, Han Mo casually picked up one, flipped through it a couple of times, but was overwhelmed by the dense formulas and overwhelming printed text, so he quickly put it back.

Yan Yibing whispered to him, “In the fourth year, you have to write a thesis, and in the third year, you have to prepare for postgraduate exams. Let’s go.”

Han Mo nodded in agreement. They had only been here for less than half an hour, and they left without any nostalgia.

As soon as they stepped out, it felt like a silent shackle had been released. Yan Yibing said cheerfully, “If the you from a parallel universe were attending university normally, you’d be in your third year now, preparing for postgraduate exams or planning to study abroad, spending every day studying in the library.”

Han Mo furrowed his brows. “Staying in the library all year round?”

Yan Yibing shook his head. “There are also university courses to attend, and the time for review is fragmented. If your goals are particularly high, you’d need about a year to prepare.”

Han Mo chuckled lightly. “That parallel universe me is really pitiful.”

Yan Yibing had a serious expression, lecturing like a teacher, “The student life is just like this: realistic, mundane, and boring. TV dramas are all nonsense. Young people should be more pragmatic, focusing their thoughts on studying and their careers, instead of always dreaming that good fortune will just fall from the sky.”

Han Mo shook his head. “No, what I meant is, the present me can cuddle with my master every day. In that parallel universe, I’d have to spend a whole year preparing for postgraduate exams and be lectured to focus on studying and my career. When will I get to cuddle with my master?”

Yan Yibing: “Is that the only thing you’re concerned about?”

Han Mo naturally draped his arm over Yan Yibing’s shoulder, sniffing lightly at the faint scent of his cologne, and said seriously, “That’s a big deal for me.”

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, lips curved with a smile, changing the subject. “Where to next? J University is quite large. We can rent bicycles and explore, but I don’t know how to ride.”

Han Mo’s eyes lit up suddenly.

Yan Yibing followed closely, saying, “What are you thinking? Shared bikes don’t have back seats. Stop dreaming of taking someone along.”

Han Mo lowered his eyes, unable to hide the disappointment in them.

Yan Yibing found it amusing and added, “We could also wait for the campus electric bikes. Wave your hand, and they’ll stop, but they’re not always available. It’s a matter of luck whether you catch one or not.”

Still immersed in the disappointment of not being able to ride a bike together, Han Mo murmured, “Then let’s just wander around.”

With no other option, Yan Yibing led him along the main road of the campus, aimlessly moving forward.

They were unlucky not to encounter the campus electric bikes, but fortunate enough to stumble upon a student activity.

Under four or five sunshades, a bright red banner hung, reading ‘Top Ten Clubs Joint Public Welfare Project.’

Beneath the banner, dozens of bicycles were neatly parked, with dull colors and ordinary styles but slightly higher prices.

A student holding a megaphone, looking tired, leaned against the back of a bicycle, weakly calling out, “Every bit of your kindness will turn into books in the hands of children in mountainous areas. Buy a bicycle and get a J University badge as a gift. Seven hundred and fifty for one. For every bike sold, the student union will donate equivalent classic literature to mountainous areas.”

Most students hurried past at the sight of bicycles priced at seven hundred and fifty.

At this price, they could add a little more and buy a Giant bike, or spend half the amount for a second-hand one, which would suffice for commuting.

The responsible students also found the pricing unreasonable. Moreover, the so-called donation of books to mountainous areas was sponsored by major libraries in the city. The money from selling bicycles was basically the activity funds for these ten associations.

This kind of activity was just to fool new students who didn’t know better. After spending a year at the school, no one would even spare a glance at these bikes.

Han Mo stopped in his tracks.

Yan Yibing said, “Snap out of it. It’s just another dust-collecting souvenir in the garage.”

Han Mo said softly, “But I care about the education of children in mountainous areas.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

If the expression “facepalm” could materialize, his forehead would be covered in them, and two dull crows would fly slowly by.

Han Mo forcibly dragged Yan Yibing over.

Under the scorching sun, Yan Yibing reluctantly pushed his plain glasses up, using a promotional leaflet from who-knows-where to block the sunlight. Reluctantly, he walked to the side of the bicycles with Han Mo.

Han Mo reached out and patted the back of a bicycle seat to confirm its sturdiness before asking, “Can’t you make it cheaper?”

The student in charge, hearing the voice, looked tiredly in their direction. After a few seconds, his entire body seemed to turn into a boneless dough, shaking violently as if reinforced with steel bars. He stood up straight, trembling all over.

He silently glanced at Han Mo and Yan Yibing, then lowered his head to check the accurate date displayed on his phone screen.

Han Mo frowned. “Can’t you make it cheaper? Bikes of this brand are only worth four to five hundred normally. Selling them for seven hundred and fifty is a bit expensive.”

The student in charge looked conflicted. He pocketed his phone and stuttered, “N-no, this is a charity project of the association.”

Yan Yibing, feeling uncomfortable in the sunlight, patted Han Mo’s shoulder. “Alright, let’s not buy it.”

After a few seconds of silence, Han Mo took out his phone. “Can I pay with mobile payment?”

The responsible student replied eagerly, “Yes, yes!”

Yan Yibing bit his lip, feeling the sun burning his left ear. He couldn’t help but impatiently say, “Even if you buy it, I won’t sit on it!”

As Han Mo scanned the QR code, he calmly coaxed, “Come on, Teacher Yan, just sit. It’s customary to ride bikes in college.”

Hearing the title “Teacher Yan,” the responsible student’s hand trembled, almost missing the QR code.

Fortunately, mobile payment was very responsive. He successfully deducted seven hundred and fifty. Weakly, he said to Han Mo, “Y-you… pick a bike you like.”

Han Mo turned his head and asked, “Teacher Yan, what color do you like?”

After a moment of silence, Yan Yibing pointed without enthusiasm, “Black.”

Han Mo tilted his head and glanced a few times. “Black doesn’t look good in photos, and it absorbs heat a lot. This one has an iron backseat. Later, your butt will burn. I’m worried.”

Yan Yibing’s fair side profile flushed slightly, and he advised earnestly, “Stop being annoying, classmate.”

Listening to the conversation between the two as if no one else was around, the student in charge was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.

Han Mo said, “What are you talking about, Teacher Yan? In order to continue my studies in your lab, I have to take good care of you.”

With that, Han Mo chose a white bicycle and handed his phone to the student.

“Help me and my teacher take a photo, make sure it’s focused.”

The responsible student took the phone, his lips twitching, and nodded. “It will.”

Han Mo stretched out his long legs and sat on the seat of the bike. His feet could still touch the ground steadily, but the pants tightened, outlining his long and sturdy leg muscles.

Han Mo patted the back seat. “Please, Teacher Yan.”

Yan Yibing sighed helplessly with his head hanging down.

Since they had bought the bicycles, he might as well help the little beast realize his childish dream.

Looking around uncomfortably, Yan Yibing walked over to the back of the bicycle where Han Mo was, pushed him irritably, and then sat on the back of the bicycle indulgently, just like in a TV drama, reaching out to hug Han Mo’s waist.

He whispered, “Just this once, don’t spread it around!”

Han Mo chuckled softly, also whispering, “Hold on tight, Master.”

With Yan Yibing riding behind him, Han Mo pedaled slowly for a short distance, while the student behind them took several photos.

Nowadays, students were exposed to electronic products early, and their photography skills were quite good. Han Mo picked out two particularly nice photos from the dozen or so and saved them.

Yan Yibing urged, “Let’s go, we can’t afford to waste any more time.”

Han Mo said to the student, “Thanks.”

Just as they were about to leave, the student, with a distorted expression, gritted his teeth and shouted, “Although it’s not the right time now, but Bing Shen, can I take a photo with you? I’m your biggest fan!”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Han Mo: “…”

Yan Yibing’s movements stiffened slightly, and he almost crushed his glasses with force.

His mind was filled with questions. Who am I? What did he call me? Am I hallucinating?

Han Mo remained calm, and he said with a straight face, “You’ve got the wrong person. He’s not the one you’re looking for.”

The student, expressionless, pointed to the sticker label on his chest and said numbly, “Can you two even take a look at our club’s logo?”

Han Mo and Yan Yibing both lowered their eyes and looked at the inconspicuous gray tag on the deep blue volunteer uniform.

—J University Esports Club.

Yan Yibing felt his blood pressure skyrocketing, and his fingertips grew cold and numb.

Han Mo embraced Yan Yibing, pressing his embarrassed face against his shoulder, and said in a deep voice to the student, “You didn’t hear anything just now, and you didn’t see anything either. Your club is good. Work hard.”

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