Mo Yi, who was slacking off in the school infirmary, looked curiously at Little Angel Sirin, who had appeared before him.
Yes, St. Freya Academy had winter and summer breaks too. After final exams, naturally came a long vacation.
Mo Yi had chosen to come to the school infirmary because it was quiet. Cecilia's home was a little too lively; everyone was making the most of the long break and having fun.
Mo Yi liked both liveliness and quiet. Whenever things got too noisy, he came to the school infirmary, his own little territory, to slack off, drink tea, and stare into space.
Of course, that peace never lasted long. Before long, a little white-haired ball would pop up—not Theresa or Yue Xia, but that loser Kiana. Mo Yi had personally taught her countless flawless plans, yet she still could not even win over a single Senpai Mei. If Mo Yi had been the one making a move, he would have already conquered the housewife, Kiana, and Bronya.
Mo Yi: This was a talent issue. She had learned it wrong. Beyond saving.
But this time, someone came looking for him before he had even finished half a pot of tea. It was not Kiana, as Mo Yi had expected, but the purple-haired Sirin!
Mo Yi looked at Sirin curiously. She should have been at home partying with everyone else right now, or perhaps desperately studying. After all, half her subjects were still failing grades. She would have to take make-up exams before school started, and if she still failed, she might have to repeat a year.
Though he wondered why Sirin was here, Mo Yi still took out a teacup for her, carefully and patiently washed it, then poured her a cup of fragrant tea steaming with heat.
Because of