Teething Stick Arrived

In the bedroom, probably because of the cold weather, after the class meeting, Mo Jingchun swayed on the way back to the classroom with his sister in his arms. The little one fell asleep directly inside his jacket.

Originally, Mo Jingchun was going to wake his sister up to take a bath before sleeping, but after shaking the little one a few times, there was no reaction at all. Coupled with the fact that the weather was indeed a bit cold, Mo Jingchun gave up the idea of giving his sister a bath.

Coming out of the bathroom, Mo Jingchun, who had put on his thermal underwear, rubbed his hair dry with a half-wet, half-dry face towel.

Mo Jingchun was sitting by the bed and had just sneezed when he heard his phone on the desk vibrate, accompanied by the unique QQ message notification sound.

Holding the towel in his left hand and continuing to wipe his hair, Mo Jingchun picked up his phone with his right hand to check the QQ messages. For someone like Mo Jingchun, who didn't receive many messages in a day, even if there were no messages, he would often open various chat apps to check, always anticipating something.

Seeing the message posted by the Class Monitor @all members in the group, Mo Jingchun's left hand, which was wiping his hair, immediately stopped. After thinking for a while, Mo Jingchun shook his head and put the phone back on the desk.

Mo Jingchun was certain that as long as he wrote the application, his name would definitely be among the 8 spots.

In terms of the conditions required to apply for the student grant, no one was more suitable than Mo Jingchun. Objectively speaking, as long as Mo Jingchun wrote the student grant application, no one, neither the classmates nor the teacher, would say anything or object. At least, that was how it would appear on the surface.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for others who got the spots to convince the public.

However, Mo Jingchun was not planning to apply for the student grant. As for the application form, he wouldn't even write it.

This was why Mo Jingchun exited the group chat interface and put his phone back on the desk after roughly looking at the message.

At this time, Li Na and others, who had just finished the small class meeting, didn't know that the person they had silently assumed would be given the one Special Hardship Grant spot, Mo Jingchun himself, had never even thought about applying from beginning to end.

It wasn't that Mo Jingchun was afraid of being looked down upon. After so long, taking an infant to class every day, anyone who wasn't intellectually disabled could see that there was a special reason. With a little speculation, they could also guess that Mo Jingchun's parents might both be gone.

As for the situation of divorced parents, it was almost impossible! Because Mo Jingchun had been admitted to Jing University, representing a bright future. Which parent, after divorce, would not be willing to continue nurturing their child, especially when there was also a little one who couldn't even walk yet?

Of course, in the 21 Software Class, all the students, except for Mo Jingchun who was still in the dark, knew about Mo Jingchun's family situation.

Both parents were deceased, and the siblings depended on each other.

There were two reasons why Mo Jingchun didn't want to apply.

First, in the short term, and it could even be said before graduating from university, he was not short of money.

Second, and the main reason why Mo Jingchun gave up applying, no matter how much the student grant subsidy was, once he received the money, it would be more of a constraint for him.

Because, as long as there was a little one at home, sometimes so-called potentially high consumption was unavoidable.

Just like the milk powder Candy had to drink every day, would Mo Jingchun be greedy for a bargain and buy cheap ones? Impossible.

For the same type of infant milk powder, if one store sold it cheaper than usual and another sold it more expensively than usual, Mo Jingchun would definitely go to the one that sold it more expensively.

Even if he was being ripped off, Mo Jingchun would buy it with peace of mind.

Compared to the poverty student grant subsidy, Mo Jingchun was more willing to compete for the 8,000 yuan National Scholarship based on his ability. That was something he could take without any worries.

In the boys' and girls' dormitories, after receiving the group notification, many people were already eager to try, their minds formulating how to write the application.

Some were even thinking about how they would spend the money after they received it.

In the bedroom, Mo Jingchun turned off all the lights, leaving only a desk lamp.

His hair was not completely dry yet. Mo Jingchun sat by the bed, holding "Discrete Mathematics" and self-studying. He had already self-studied two-thirds of the thick "Discrete Mathematics" textbook. According to the current progress, and with the later content becoming increasingly difficult, Mo Jingchun estimated that it would take about two more weeks to finish self-studying the entire book. After that, he would reread it from beginning to end a few times, and basically, he would have a good grasp of it.

Of course, if he needed to study it in depth, let alone finishing the "Discrete Mathematics" book in a month, even if Mo Jingchun was given ten or eight years to study it, it wouldn't be enough.

After reading for about an hour, Mo Jingchun touched his hair; it was completely dry.

Putting down the book, Mo Jingchun carefully lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom. After returning to the bedroom, Mo Jingchun turned off the last light in the bedroom, turned sideways towards his sister Candy, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Mo Jingchun felt that there was absolutely no need for him to set a phone alarm. Every time, one or two minutes before the phone alarm was about to ring, Mo Jingchun would be woken up by his sister Candy's fussing.

However, Mo Jingchun only thought about it for a moment after waking up. If he were to actually turn off the phone alarm, Mo Jingchun wouldn't dare.

Who knew if the "Candy" brand alarm clock would be inaccurate one day due to the weather? If he was tricked by the "Candy" brand alarm clock, who would he complain to?

He couldn't possibly be late for class and, when asked for the reason by the teacher, say, "My sister didn't wake me up," could he?

As usual, after Mo Jingchun got dressed, he picked up his sister from under the covers, preparing to dress her.

The result was... the little guy's mouth puckered, and a few tears squeezed out of her big eyes.

"Waaah~"

When placed back on the bed, the little guy crawled back into the covers herself.

If it weren't for the heating in Jingcheng during winter, Mo Jingchun couldn't imagine how the little guy would get up and leave the comfortable warmth of the covers in winter.

If she didn't want to get up, then so be it. Anyway, today was Saturday, and it was raining heavily outside. All the windows were closed, and he could hear the sound of the rain outside.

About half an hour later, Mo Jingchun didn't know if it was because he had washed Candy's face, which had an effect, or because it was time to drink milk and the little guy was hungry. In the living room, Mo Jingchun heard the little one lying in the covers calling out "Guo-ge".

By the time Mo Jingchun heard the sound and walked into the bedroom, what made Mo Jingchun not know whether to laugh or cry was that his sister Candy, upon seeing him enter, crawled out of the covers herself.

While helping his sister sit on his lap to get dressed, a text message arrived on his phone. Mo Jingchun was too lazy to even look at it. Without looking, it was likely a text message from the carrier, or various software sending promotional messages.

Many of them clearly said you could reply with "T" to unsubscribe, but if you took it seriously, you lost.

After handing the milk bottle to his sister to hold herself, Mo Jingchun finally unlocked his phone out of boredom to check.

However, what Mo Jingchun didn't expect was that the text message was actually from the school's courier station. It was a package his maternal grandfather had asked his uncle to send. Candy's exclusive handmade teething stick had arrived.