120: High Cold School Prince Forced Love 4

Shen Mo's pen tip bled a splotch of ink onto the paper.

He had been staring out the window for five minutes, an almost impossible occurrence in his strictly disciplined life.

Outside the window, Wen Ci was sitting on the lawn with a few girls from her class, eating lunch, the sunlight turning her hair a light gold.

Today, she wore a light green dress that made her skin appear as white as fresh snow.

This was the third consecutive day Wen Ci hadn't come to the library to ask him for help with math problems.

Shen Mo's fingers unconsciously tightened, and the pen made a clicking sound under the strain.

He forced himself to look away and opened the Student Union record book.

His pen tip paused on the page for a moment, then suddenly flipped to Wen Ci's math pop quiz results from last week.

An glaring '58' followed Wen Ci's name.

Shen Mo's lips curved upward almost imperceptibly.

He closed the book, and as he stood up, he adjusted the collar of his school uniform, ensuring every part was immaculate.

He found a weakness.

The sunlight streamed through the window onto his profile, outlining a sharp silhouette.

"Wen Ci."

The laughter on the lawn abruptly ceased.

Wen Ci turned her head and saw Shen Mo standing in the shade of a tree, the sunlight filtering through the leaves casting dappled shadows on his face.

Today, he wore thin-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were unfathomable.

"Shen Mo?" Wen Ci patted imaginary grass clippings from her dress and jogged over. "Is something wrong?"

Shen Mo noticed she was wearing light pink lipstick today, and it smelled of sweet strawberries.

This made his throat tighten slightly.

"Last week's math test," his voice was deeper than usual, "you failed."

Wen Ci's eyes widened slightly. "How did you know—" She suddenly stopped, as if realizing something. "Ah, the Student Union can check all subject scores, right?"

Shen Mo didn't answer the question. "Come to the Student Union office after school." He pushed up his glasses. "For tutoring."

"Eh?" Wen Ci blinked. "But today I have dance club..."

"Compulsory tutoring." Shen Mo interrupted her, his voice brooking no argument. "It's the Student Union's assistance program for students with declining grades."

This was a complete lie.

The Student Union had no such program.

Wen Ci bit her lower lip, Shen Mo knew this was her habit when thinking, and then, unexpectedly, she broke into a smile: "Okay, thank you, Shen Mo."

Her reaction was completely unexpected by Shen Mo.

No resistance, no argument, not even an inquiry for details.

She just... accepted it so easily?

Shen Mo's prepared words were stuck in his throat; for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and he felt the back of his neck grow slightly warm.

"Six o'clock, don't be late." Finally, he could only dryly utter this sentence, almost tripping over his feet as he turned.

After taking a few steps, Shen Mo, as if by a ghost's prompting, looked back.

Wen Ci was still standing there, the sunlight gilding her with a golden edge. She raised her hand and waved gently, the curve of her lips as sweet as if mixed with honey.

Shen Mo quickly turned his head back, his pace much faster than usual.

When the dismissal bell rang, the sky began to drizzle.

Wen Ci stood in the school building corridor, looking worriedly at the increasingly heavy rain.

She hadn't brought an umbrella, and the Student Union office was in another building.

"Need an umbrella?"

Wen Ci turned and saw a boy with a face full of acne looking at her, his eyes practically glowing.

She seemed to remember him, because she saw Lin Xi with him; his name seemed to be Zhang Yang?

"No, thank you." Wen Ci politely refused. "I'm waiting for someone."

Zhang Yang looked her up and down, involuntarily licking his lips. This new transfer student was indeed as beautiful as his brothers said, so captivating that one couldn't look away.

She made him feel hot all over.

He suddenly leaned closer. "Waiting for Shen Mo?"

"What's so great about that guy? He always has a poker face, as if everyone owes him money."

Wen Ci's smile faded slightly. "Shen Mo is very outstanding."

"Outstanding?" Zhang Yang took another step closer, carrying a faint scent of tobacco. "Student Wen, I'm also very outstanding..."

"Wen Ci."

A cold voice interrupted him.

Shen Mo appeared at the end of the corridor at some point, holding a long-handled black umbrella.

His gaze lingered on Zhang Yang for a second, and that look made Zhang Yang unconsciously take half a step back.

"Let's go." Shen Mo said to Wen Ci, his voice carrying an undeniable tone.

Wen Ci jogged over, deliberately stumbling just as she was about to step under the umbrella.

Shen Mo immediately reached out and steadied her shoulder, a movement that abruptly shortened the distance between them.

Wen Ci could smell the crisp scent of pine on him, mixed with the dampness of the rain.

"Be careful." Shen Mo's voice was close to her ear, his breath brushing her hair.

Zhang Yang was somewhat unwilling, but in front of Shen Mo, he didn't have the guts to be presumptuous.

Shen Mo didn't even spare him another glance, simply tilting the umbrella more towards Wen Ci. "Hurry up, there's a lot of tutoring today."

In the rain, the two walked under one umbrella towards the administration building.

Wen Ci deliberately walked very close to Shen Mo, her arm occasionally brushing his.

With each touch, Shen Mo's body would stiffen for a moment, but he didn't pull away.

He had just heard Wen Ci's compliment, a very simple sentence: Shen Mo is very outstanding.

But his heart involuntarily sped up.

The administration building was empty; most teachers had already left for the day.

The Student Union office was on the top floor. When she pushed open the door, Wen Ci was surprised to find it meticulously tidy, almost to an extreme. Everything had a fixed place, and even the pens in the pen holder were arranged by length.

Shen Mo gestured for her to sit in the chair by the window, while he took a stack of test papers from the cabinet.

"Do this set of problems first, I'll see where your weak points are."

Wen Ci took the test papers, her fingertips accidentally brushing Shen Mo's hand.

This time, Shen Mo didn't quickly pull his hand away as usual, but allowed the contact to last for two seconds.

"Start." Shen Mo finally withdrew his hand, his voice a little hoarse. "I'll check in an hour."

Raindrops tapped on the window, like a rhythmic background sound.

Wen Ci pursed her lips as she worked on the problems, occasionally sneaking a glance at Shen Mo.

He was at the computer, dealing with documents, his profile looking particularly three-dimensional and handsome in the cool light of the monitor.

His glasses reflected a blue light, making it impossible to see his eyes.

Half an hour later, Wen Ci quietly stretched her aching wrist.

This movement immediately caught Shen Mo's attention.

"Tired?" he asked.

Wen Ci nodded. "This geometry problem is so hard..."

Shen Mo stood up and walked behind her, leaning over to look at her test paper.

This posture made him almost encircle Wen Ci, his breath brushing her ear, carrying a faint scent of mint.

"You drew the auxiliary line wrong." He reached out to point out the error, his slender finger gently tapping the paper.

Wen Ci deliberately tilted her head, her hair brushing Shen Mo's wrist. "Here?"

Shen Mo's breathing visibly hitched for a moment.

He quickly straightened up, pushed up his glasses. "Redraw it."

Wen Ci obediently complied, but deliberately drew it crookedly.

Shen Mo sighed, then directly held her hand, guiding the pen tip.

His palm was a size larger than Wen Ci's, completely enveloping her hand, his body warmth transferring through her skin.

"Draw it like this." His voice was right by her ear, close enough to feel the vibration of his vocal cords.

Wen Ci could feel Shen Mo's heartbeat, which seemed fast and heavy.

This made the corners of her mouth curve slightly upward.

He was losing control.

"Shen Mo," she suddenly turned her head, her nose almost touching his chin, "you smell so good."

Shen Mo flinched back as if scalded, his glasses askew.

The tips of his ears were beet red, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he found his voice: "Focus on your work."

Wen Ci blinked innocently. "Oh." She turned back to continue her work, but deliberately slowed down, occasionally emitting confused hums.

The rain grew heavier, and the sky darkened.

Shen Mo stood up and turned on the lights; the warm yellow light instantly filled the room.

Wen Ci took the opportunity to stretch, the neckline of her dress slipping slightly with the movement, revealing a section of her snow-white collarbone.

"I'm hungry..." she complained softly.

Shen Mo took a paper box from his bag. "Eat."

Wen Ci opened the box; inside were four exquisitely shaped small desserts, each made into a different flower shape.

"Wow, so you like this dessert shop too?" she asked in surprise. It was a shop she frequented recently.

Shen Mo lowered his head to organize the test papers, not looking at her. "...I passed by and just bought them randomly."

Wen Ci picked up a pink one and took a bite; the sweet but not cloying red bean filling melted on her tongue.

"So delicious!" Her eyes sparkled. "Shen Mo, do you want to try one too?"

Before Shen Mo could refuse, she had already offered a brand new small dessert to his mouth.

Shen Mo, however, stared at the small dessert she had bitten, remaining silent for a long time.

"I don't like sweets," he finally said, his voice very strained.

Wen Ci sadly withdrew her hand. "Okay..."

Shen Mo's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He reached into the box, picked up the one she had eaten from, and took a small bite.

"...It's very sweet."

Wen Ci immediately brightened, as if unaware he had bitten the one she had eaten. "It's delicious, right?"

"Mm, focus on your work." Shen Mo felt somewhat out of control facing her sparkling eyes, so he could only stiffly change the topic back, though the line of his lips softened slightly.

The sound of the rain outside the window gradually lessened.

When Wen Ci finished the last problem, the sky had completely darkened.

She rubbed her sore shoulders and noticed Shen Mo was looking at her, specifically, at her neck.

When she turned her head, Shen Mo quickly looked away, pretending to organize documents.

"I'm done." Wen Ci pushed the test paper over.

Shen Mo took the test paper to grade it, his red pen drawing sharp lines on the paper.

Wen Ci leaned on the desk, watching him grade. From this angle, she could see Shen Mo's thick eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyes.

"You passed." Ten minutes later, Shen Mo put down the red pen.

Wen Ci cheered and suddenly leaned closer to him. "Thank you, Mr. Shen!"

This sudden closeness and address made Shen Mo freeze.