Meeting Again (Make-up Update)

By evening, after Mo Jingchun and his Younger Sister had eaten and drunk their fill, Mo Jingchun helped his Younger Sister take a bath. The Little One loved splashing around in the tub most when she was bathing.

When he was getting ready to bathe his Younger Sister, Mo Jingchun realized there was no bathtub. He had no choice but to hurry to the campus supermarket to buy a tub and other supplies.

He had to hurry. The counselor had posted a notice in the class's official group chat: the first freshman class meeting would be held tonight at 7:10 p.m. in Room 1002 of Li Zhaoji Building 3.

In the bathroom, Candy was supported in one hand by Mo Jingchun. Half-reclining against his hand, she laughed merrily as her little hands rhythmically slapped the warm water in the basin. Water splashed all over Mo Jingchun—his hair, face, and clothes were soaked.

The moment Mo Jingchun let his guard down, Candy grabbed the small towel from the basin and stuffed it straight into her mouth.

Mo Jingchun helplessly took the little towel back from Candy's hand. "Oh, my Little Ancestor, that's your own bathwater."

Every time he bathed Candy, it was like a world war. If he looked away for even a moment, the Little One would drink her bathwater.

Mo Jingchun sat on the bed with Candy lying across his thigh. As she was teething, Candy opened her mouth and gnawed on his thigh with her tiny baby teeth.

"Yah yah yah~"

After powdering his Younger Sister and putting a diaper on her, Mo Jingchun gave her little butt a pat.

"From morning till night, all you know is yah yah yah. You don't even know to call me Brother. Brother dotes on you for nothing."

Mo Jingchun looked around. Other than a bed, there was only a Baby Carriage.

"I still need to buy you a crib. I can't have you sitting in the Baby Carriage every time." It sounded as though Mo Jingchun were speaking to Candy, but also to himself.

Knock, knock, knock~

Mo Jingchun shook the Rattle Drum. Its knocking sound caught Candy's attention. She craned her neck, kicked her little feet, and stretched out her tiny hands.

"Hold it properly. I'm going to take a shower. Five minutes."

Five minutes was more than enough time for Mo Jingchun to shower.

In the bathroom, Mo Jingchun listened to the irregular knocking of the Rattle Drum and smiled. The Little One did not know how to play with it at all. The hand holding it could only wave it back and forth sideways, making sounds that were not only random but rather muffled. Still, hearing the noise put Mo Jingchun at ease. What he feared most was the sound suddenly stopping, leaving him with no idea what the Little One was doing.

18:31

Mo Jingchun held the sweet-smelling Candy in one arm and carried a white canvas bag in the other.

Inside the white canvas bag were two diapers, a roll of paper, and a pack of wet wipes. There was nothing else.

At the door, Mo Jingchun closed it, then turned the key twice more. Only after hearing two clunks did he feel at ease enough to leave. It was a habit he had developed over many years.

He bent down to pick up the canvas bag from the floor. Just as he straightened up, he saw the door directly opposite him open from inside.

Mo Jingchun had not expected someone to open their door at that exact moment. The other person was also startled when he saw Mo Jingchun holding Candy, clearly not expecting a young man with a child in his arms to be living across the hall.

Those who lived here were either school teachers or their family members. Since they lived door to door, it would have seemed too rude to leave without saying anything.

After freezing for a moment, Mo Jingchun weighed his options. In that instant, countless thoughts ran through his mind.

"Hello, Professor."

Song Yunqing, whose face was covered in wrinkles and whose hair had turned completely white, smiled and nodded at Mo Jingchun's greeting. Then he asked kindly, "Young man, you're a relative of that girl Li Na, aren't you?"

"N-No." Mo Jingchun stood there awkwardly, unable to decide whether to leave or stay. He was so embarrassed his toes nearly dug a one-square-meter hole into the floor.

"Oh? You aren't?" Song Yunqing asked in surprise.

Mo Jingchun nodded and hurriedly said, "Professor, I have a class meeting in a while, so I'll be going first."

Fortunately, the elevator had just stopped on the sixth floor. Mo Jingchun pressed the elevator button, and the doors opened.

"What a strange young man. But the child he was holding was awfully cute."

"I'll ask that girl Li Na about it later." Song Yunqing shook his head and muttered to himself.

"Oh dear, what was I about to do when I came out just now? How did I forget so quickly?"

At the door, Song Yunqing thought for a long time but could not remember why he had opened it. With a helpless frown, he closed the door again.

Just after closing it, he spotted the garbage bag beside the door and remembered everything.

Song Yunqing patted his forehead and sighed.

"My brain really is getting less nimble by the day. I can't refuse to admit I'm old."

When Mo Jingchun found Room 1002 of Li Zhaoji Building 3, he discovered that many classmates had already arrived. Most of them had formed little groups of three or four and were chatting together.

As for the counselor, she had not arrived yet.

To Mo Jingchun's surprise, he spotted two familiar people in the back row of the classroom.

Well—though he still did not know their names.

Mo Jingchun entered through the front door, and with a child in his arms, he naturally drew everyone's attention. If he had not looked so young and somewhat immature, some people might even have mistaken him for a teacher.

Zhang Huizhen and Yang Wenzhao, seated in the back row, also noticed Mo Jingchun entering. Zhang Huizhen waved at him, motioning for him to come sit in the back.

On Zhang Huizhen and Yang Wenzhao's desks were several stapled sheets of A4 Paper, each containing a form filled with information about the new students.

As acting class representatives for the freshmen, they needed to interact with the Junior Students often. They were basically the counselor's assistants.

As for Mo Jingchun's situation, Counselor Li Na had already spoken to the two of them privately that afternoon.

To be honest, when Zhang Huizhen and Yang Wenzhao learned from Counselor Li Na that Mo Jingchun had come to school with his Younger Sister, they were not only shocked but even more impressed. At the same time, they understood why he had asked about scholarships.

It was truly hard to imagine how much courage Mo Jingchun had needed to decide to attend school while bringing along a Younger Sister who was not yet a year old.

After all, with his Younger Sister as this "burden," Mo Jingchun would have far less study time than people his age. That meant he would have to work even harder.

"Senior, Senior, I didn't expect we'd meet again." After reaching the back row, Mo Jingchun smiled and greeted them.

"You're the only one who didn't expect it. We knew from the start that we would meet again. This narcissist and I are your acting class representatives." The "narcissist" Zhang Huizhen referred to could only be Yang Wenzhao.

Mo Jingchun smiled awkwardly and did not respond.