"Mr. Mo, I want to know what top-secret mission sophomore Wan Hengqian is carrying out."
After hearing Chu Tian's reminder, Chen Yu immediately went to find Mo Jiyang.
To keep Old Mo from brushing him off, he did not contact him through the Terminal. Instead, he went straight to block Mo Jiyang's dorm room door.
Mo Jiyang looked equally puzzled. It took him several seconds of thought before he understood what Chen Yu meant.
"Wan Hengqian... By the rules, the answer you want can't be told to freshmen."
"But considering that you helped me gain quite a bit of face in the Martial University Freshman Exchange Tournament, I'll make an exception and tell you."
After saying that, Mo Jiyang waved a hand, signaling for Chen Yu to come inside first.
Chen Yu nodded and stepped in.
Mo Jiyang's room was clean and exceptionally tidy. Even the placement of miscellaneous items was carefully arranged.
Everything, large or small, lined up with the seams between the floor tiles, so neat it looked as if someone had planned it all out.
Does Old Mo have OCD or something? Chen Yu wondered as he took in the sight.
With that thought, he deliberately nudged a paper box on the table, shifting it slightly.
"Sit properly, kid. Don't touch my things!" Mo Jiyang frowned slightly and put the paper box back in the corner of the table.
The corners of the box perfectly overlapped with the table's corner, without the slightest deviation.
Only after doing all that did Mo Jiyang's tightly furrowed brows relax slightly.
Chen Yu was sure now. Old Mo really did have OCD.
Everything had to be aligned perfectly, or he would feel uncomfortable.
"What are you trying to do?" Seeing the look in Chen Yu's eyes, Mo Jiyang immediately sensed trouble