My Online Friend Can't Be This Cute

"Especially since it's still September and autumn hasn't fully arrived yet. The weather is still scorching, so it really isn't suitable for a patient to come out for a walk."

It wasn't that he was unwilling to do his counselor a favor. He just really didn't dare take on this task.

He didn't even dare ask directly in front of Fu Qianping. What if something happened to her daughter?

He wasn't a doctor, nor did he know any healing spells. There was no way he could cure every illness.

"Both Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya make very reasonable points." Fu Qianping was silent for a while before slowly saying, "This really is asking too much of you. I should wait until I have time and bring her over myself."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of help, Professor," Mo Xiangwen apologized.

"Sorry, Professor," Yan Nuoya echoed.

"It's fine. My request was unreasonable." Fu Qianping shook her head, then suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, Yan Nuoya, I've approved your application, but the specifics will still depend on the higher-ups' decision."

"Okay, thank you, Professor." Yan Nuoya nodded lightly in thanks.

An application? What application? It even needed approval from the higher-ups? The thought flashed through Mo Xiangwen's mind, but it had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't his place to ask.

Fu Qianping said, "Alright, there's nothing else. You can go back now."

Yan Nuoya was about to turn around when she hesitantly asked, "Professor, may I ask one more question?"

"Is it about the application? As long as there aren't any issues with the materials, it'll usually be approved." Fu Qianping thought she was still worried about that and answered proactively.

"No, I wanted to ask why you chose Mo Xiangwen and me to show your daughter around the school." Yan Nuoya frowned slightly. "If her health is poor but she really wants to visit the campus, shouldn't you hire more professional caregivers to accompany her?"

Friend, he was curious too, but wasn't that question a little too direct?

"Ahem, Professor, what Yan Nuoya means is..."

"It's fine. That's a perfectly normal question." Fu Qianping waved her hand and sighed. "The main reason is that I became a little anxious after seeing Yan Nuoya."

The two exchanged a glance and waited silently for their counselor to continue.

"My daughter's hair color is very similar to Yan Nuoya's."

Yan Nuoya asked, "What do you mean, Professor?"

"Her hair is white. It's slightly different from yours, but I don't think it looks bad at all."

Fu Qianping smiled. "Yan Nuoya, you're confident and beautiful. I hope Shishi can learn a little confidence from you."

Well then, two white-haired girls. Was this still the real world he knew?

Mo Xiangwen blinked, wildly complaining in his heart while keeping a perfectly straight face.

"In that case, it sounds like I have nothing to do with this. Couldn't you just ask Yan Nuoya directly, Professor?"

"Ahem, well, mainly because I heard from the class monitor and vice monitor that Yan Nuoya isn't very good at communicating with people other than Mo Xiangwen."

Fu Qianping looked a little embarrassed, but she still spoke frankly. "I was worried that if Yan Nuoya were alone, she might accidentally put pressure on Shishi, so I thought I'd call you over too."

Great. So he was basically a non-transferable item.

"As for why I'm not waiting until her health improves a little more, on the one hand, her condition only means she can't exercise strenuously. A little walking is still fine."

"And on the other hand, it's her own wish." Fu Qianping quickly changed the subject. "She wants to look around H University. As her parents, we naturally want to fulfill that wish, and the clubs also happen to be recruiting recently, so it'll be quite lively."

"I understand, Professor." Yan Nuoya pondered for a while, then nodded. "Can I think about this a little longer?"

"Of course. That's your right." Fu Qianping's eyes lit up. "Just let me know once you've made up your mind before this Friday. The same goes for you, Mo Xiangwen."

Mo Xiangwen hesitated, but he still nodded rather than refusing outright. "Alright, Professor."

For one thing, he really couldn't bear to refuse. For another, Yan Nuoya looked like she had something she wanted to say to him.

"Alright, then you can head back first." Fu Qianping nodded. "I'll wait for your answer."

Yan Nuoya walked out of the office beside him. After they had gone a short distance, she finally asked, "What do you think about what the counselor said?"

"...It might turn into a troublesome matter." Mo Xiangwen sighed. "And I hate trouble."

Chapter 51: Liking Junior Girls, and Everyone Else Too

At seven-thirty in the morning, there was still a faint chill in the air.

Mo Xiangwen wore a blue tracksuit, music playing through his earbuds as he jogged along the inner lane of the rubber track.

His breathing was somewhat rushed, and his footsteps looked a little unsteady.

He hadn't expected that after running less than three kilometers, his stamina already seemed unable to keep up.

A faint soreness swelled through his calves, telling him it was time to stop while he was ahead.

Forget it. Exercise couldn't be rushed. Going from gasping after a single kilometer to only feeling tired after nearly three kilometers was already considerable progress for him.

Besides, the delivery station had just opened at this hour, so there would be the fewest people around. He could also pick up a bottle of water from the convenience store beside it.

He turned out through the side gate of the sports field and took a shortcut toward the commercial street, which passed by the school's package delivery station.

The station's doors were half open. He could see part-time upperclassmen and staff carrying some larger packages down from a truck, passing them along in relay fashion into the delivery station.

Just then, a familiar figure walked out from inside the station, steadily carrying a square cardboard box.

Yan Nuoya? He hadn't expected her to get up this early too.

He was about to walk over and greet Yan Nuoya, but his eyes noticed the logo on the box first. A strange feeling suddenly made him stop.

The logo belonged to a fairly well-known laptop manufacturer, famous for its high value for money but also for having plenty of minor issues.

On online forums, it was generally considered a brand recommended for people with some hands-on ability.

So Yan Nuoya had just bought a laptop? And from this manufacturer?

No, since they were both computer science students, having some practical ability was only natural. How could he simply assume she would choose a better brand?

If it were him, he would have bought a laptop from this brand too. It was perfectly normal for someone else to choose it as well.

But if it wasn't the brand, then what had caught his attention?

He thought about it for quite a while, yet failed to grasp the source of that strange feeling.

By the time he came back to himself, Yan Nuoya had already carried the box far away.

Forget it. He had merely missed a greeting.

He shook his head and decided to go to the cafeteria first and bring breakfast back for his useless adopted sons.

The moment Mo Xiangwen entered the cafeteria, the aromas of all kinds of food washed over him.

A university cafeteria was different from a high school cafeteria. University cafeterias could accommodate the eating habits of people from almost every region.

Soup noodles, rice noodles, and porridge were naturally indispensable, so it was normal for the place to smell fragrant.

Still, for takeout, he might as well just buy some buns.

He glanced at the menu above the appropriate window, then went over to join the line.

There were only three or five people in the short queue, and it was soon his turn.

He looked over the meat buns, vegetable buns, shumai, fried dough sticks, freshly ground soy milk, and porridge.

He took out his campus card and said to the aunt behind the counter, "Ten meat buns, ten vegetable buns, four cups of soy milk, and four fried dough sticks."

The aunt froze. "Are you eating all that by yourself, student? Don't waste food."

"I'm buying it for my roommates. Don't worry, Auntie."

"Oh, alright."

The aunt swiftly packed the breakfast and handed it to him. The plastic bag was stuffed full with buns and fried dough sticks.

The moment he returned to the dorm and pushed open the door, familiar game sound effects and keyboard clattering flooded his ears.

Looking closely, all three of his roommates were already seated at their computers, staring intently at the game on their screens.

"Fuck, you guys. I asked you to get up and have breakfast with me, but you said you wanted to sleep a little longer." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "And this is what you meant by sleeping a little longer?"

"Yo, Foster Father's back!" Xi Shaojie shouted without even turning around, his hands still moving nonstop. "This match is almost over. Come play with us later."

Speechlessly, Mo Xiangwen tossed the bag onto the "shared table" that they still hadn't cleared from last night. "I'm not interested in suffering with you guys first thing in the morning."

"I didn't want to either. These two assholes kept bothering me." Qin Yongfeng sighed. "If I didn't get up, they'd keep playing those motivational videos about 'at your age' beside me. I'm fucking done with them."

Zhong Taihong shouted, "Bro, big bro, I'll bring you breakfast next time, okay?"

"Forget it. By the time you wake up, I'll have starved to death in bed." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "I'm going to take a shower. Just don't eat my share."

"Sure."

When he came out after showering, he found that the three of them had already finished their match and were sitting at the shared table, wolfing down breakfast.

"Fuck, don't eat my share too. I haven't even eaten yet."

"We saved some, we saved some." Xi Shaojie mumbled indistinctly with a bun still in his mouth.

After finishing breakfast, the three immediately returned to their seats and resumed the battle.

After resting a little and waiting for his stomach to settle, Mo Xiangwen saw that his roommates had all entered a game before returning to his own seat to start writing.

Junior Girl Development Plan had been doing very well lately, and even his first payment had reached several thousand yuan.

He had originally been quite surprised. After all, this type of story really wasn't easy to make successful, and he had only written it because he vaguely remembered his old ideas and wanted to save effort.

Later, he found out that the reader with Illya's profile picture who had joined the reader group some time ago had done quite a bit of promotion for it. She was also very active in the group, constantly discussing the plot.

He had originally wanted to pop in and thank her for her support, but every now and then she would complain to the other readers in the group, "There's been even less white-haired junior girl content lately. Is the author secretly trying to please everyone again?"

Damn it, could an author's actions be called trying to please everyone?

That was called loving every character he had written equally.

The male lead liked junior girls, and everyone else too.

Was there anything wrong with that?

What annoyed him even more was that quite a few readers actually agreed with her, and they all replied beneath it with "dog author," joining in the teasing.

The group members were completely useless. All they knew was how to repeat things.

Mo Xiangwen guiltily closed the reader group. There was even less chance of him showing himself now. If they caught him, he wouldn't be able to explain himself no matter what.

Yeah, he should just write. As long as he updated, they would probably naturally forget about it, right?

After writing for a little over half an hour, with Overload Mode helping him, he quickly finished today's four thousand words.

He still had saved chapters anyway, so there was no need to write more.

He saw that his morning classes started rather late. Just as he was about to climb into bed for a nap, he heard one of his roommates calling him.

Zhong Taihong said, "Old Mo, didn't you say you'd find some big shot to carry us? It's been almost two days already. Where are they?"

The few of them had probably gotten crushed again, or they wouldn't be rushing him about this.

"They don't have a computer yet. They're probably still choosing one." Mo Xiangwen yawned. "I can't exactly rush them. Being anxious won't help."

"Then ask them. What if they've already bought one?" Even Qin Yongfeng was urging him for once.

Mo Xiangwen asked strangely, "What's wrong, Old Qin? Didn't win a single game?"

"That's not it. We won a few Elo matches." Qin Yongfeng shook his head. "But what the hell is the point of winning those?"

"Well, who told you guys you weren't good enough to win normal matches?" Mo Xiangwen mocked. "Go tell Old Zhong that if he's bad, he should practice more."

"He plays Stone Man and Garen every day now. I'm too embarrassed to call him bad." Qin Yongfeng sighed. "I don't even know what I should tell him to play if we want to win."

Xi Shaojie sighed as well. "It's been almost three days since I played a normal match. Either it feels like I'm fighting bots, or it feels like I'm being treated like a bot."

"The fact that you can still keep playing with Old Zhong means it's true love." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "Maybe it's the game's problem. Have you considered switching games?"

"Yeah, that's what I told Old Zhong yesterday too."

"And then?"