Bad Boys Boot Camp: V1-C34

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

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_{After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.}
The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.

_{Jiang Shao went silent in an instant, then made his way over to the huffing boy. “You know what, Chicken-head, you look mighty impressive with your face all dolled up,” he said before dragging him away. “Come on, boys. Let’s take our boy here on a lap so everyone can take a good look at our white-faced scholar.”}Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

Jiang Shao went silent in an instant, then made his way over to the huffing boy. “You know what, Chicken-head, you look mighty impressive with your face all dolled up,” he said before dragging him away. “Come on, boys. Let’s take our boy here on a lap so everyone can take a good look at our white-faced scholar.”

_{With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!}“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!

_{If our dough is smeared all over Chicken-head, what the heck are we going to use to make the dumplings?!}
Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.

If our dough is smeared all over Chicken-head, what the heck are we going to use to make the dumplings?!

_{The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.}With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.

The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.

Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.

_{“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”}
Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part. So, a few boys throwing some praises his way had made him think of himself as a new god of singing for his generation before he walked onto that stage to audition. Once there, he flourished; he belted; he put on a shoddy caricature of a superstar—and actually managed to get a pass.

“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”

_{The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.}“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”

_{In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”}
As for the rest of the boys in Class 9 who wanted their shot in the limelight but had no talent to their name, failure was not an option, so they hounded the chicken-head to be their backup dancers, throwing all shame to the wayside. Qin Mo and Shen Zhuoyun were there to see their rehearsals, and those boys’ performances made the pair almost keel over from laughter.

In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

_{“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”

Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.

The boys earnestly observed her actions and followed along, even Jiang Shao. But as he was in the middle of his attempt, a smack to the back of his head made him groan in pain. “Shen-ge, why are you smacking me?”

_{As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.}
Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

_{A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.}Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about? The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.

A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

_{In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”}With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!

In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

_{Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”}“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

_{Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One}“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

_{With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.}
Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.

_{It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.}While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.

_{“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.}“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

_{“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”}All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”

_{Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys.}
With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.

Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

_{“Oh, are you alrig—” Chicken-head turned around to ask Qin Mo, but before he could finish, a bowl of sticky dough was planted on his face.}Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.

“Oh, are you alrig—” Chicken-head turned around to ask Qin Mo, but before he could finish, a bowl of sticky dough was planted on his face.

_{The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party.}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

_{After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.}The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.

_{“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”}
While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”

_{“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.}“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”

“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

_{Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”}Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

_{“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.}
Qin Mo also noticed a note stuck to the jar: “To Qin Mo.” It was a simple message. It also had a drawn smiling face beside his name, and it was clear it was none other than Doctor Jiang who had left it.

“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

_{Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”}Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.

Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys.}Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{The boys earnestly observed her actions and followed along, even Jiang Shao. But as he was in the middle of his attempt, a smack to the back of his head made him groan in pain. “Shen-ge, why are you smacking me?”}
After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.

_{After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.}
Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.

_{The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.}As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

_{The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.}Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.

_{{Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about?} The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.}While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about? The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.

_N/AIgnoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

N/A

_{“That kinda meat is definitely rancid.”}
I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

“That kinda meat is definitely rancid.”

_{Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”}A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”}
With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.

Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

_{After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.}“Oh, are you alrig—” Chicken-head turned around to ask Qin Mo, but before he could finish, a bowl of sticky dough was planted on his face.

After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.

_{{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}}“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.}After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.

“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

_{“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.}
Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

_◈◇◈“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

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Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part. So, a few boys throwing some praises his way had made him think of himself as a new god of singing for his generation before he walked onto that stage to audition. Once there, he flourished; he belted; he put on a shoddy caricature of a superstar—and actually managed to get a pass.

_{{Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.}}“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”

Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{{Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.}}Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

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After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.

◈◇◈

_{The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.}“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”

_{The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.}Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.

_◈◇◈Qin Mo also noticed a note stuck to the jar: “To Qin Mo.” It was a simple message. It also had a drawn smiling face beside his name, and it was clear it was none other than Doctor Jiang who had left it.

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_{“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.}
The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_{After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.}“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”

_{Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One}Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

_{“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.}Jiang Shao could only chuckle at the verbal assault. You, dumb kid. Come at you man to man? Ha! Go twiddle your own eggs.

“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.

_{Qin Mo also noticed a note stuck to the jar: “To Qin Mo.” It was a simple message. It also had a drawn smiling face beside his name, and it was clear it was none other than Doctor Jiang who had left it.}
Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

Qin Mo also noticed a note stuck to the jar: “To Qin Mo.” It was a simple message. It also had a drawn smiling face beside his name, and it was clear it was none other than Doctor Jiang who had left it.

_{With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!}Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.

_{“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.}It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.

“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

_{After this realisation, the boys had one option: crying out for Yang Fanghong.}
“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

After this realisation, the boys had one option: crying out for Yang Fanghong.

_{“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”}Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”

_{Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock. So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.}
“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”

_{“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.}Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_{{Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.}}“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

_{{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}}After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”}
A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

_{{If our dough is smeared all over Chicken-head, what the heck are we going to use to make the dumplings?!}}The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

If our dough is smeared all over Chicken-head, what the heck are we going to use to make the dumplings?!

_{The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.}
“Oh, are you alrig—” Chicken-head turned around to ask Qin Mo, but before he could finish, a bowl of sticky dough was planted on his face.

The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.

_{{Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about?} The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.}As for the rest of the boys in Class 9 who wanted their shot in the limelight but had no talent to their name, failure was not an option, so they hounded the chicken-head to be their backup dancers, throwing all shame to the wayside. Qin Mo and Shen Zhuoyun were there to see their rehearsals, and those boys’ performances made the pair almost keel over from laughter.

Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about? The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.

_{A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.}
The dough made by those boys was very soft and mushy, so no matter how much he tried, Chicken-head couldn’t get the gooey mess off his head or face.

A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

_N/A“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

N/A

_{Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.}The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.

_{It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.}The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.

_{“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”}The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.

_{As for the rest of the boys in Class 9 who wanted their shot in the limelight but had no talent to their name, failure was not an option, so they hounded the chicken-head to be their backup dancers, throwing all shame to the wayside. Qin Mo and Shen Zhuoyun were there to see their rehearsals, and those boys’ performances made the pair almost keel over from laughter.}
In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

As for the rest of the boys in Class 9 who wanted their shot in the limelight but had no talent to their name, failure was not an option, so they hounded the chicken-head to be their backup dancers, throwing all shame to the wayside. Qin Mo and Shen Zhuoyun were there to see their rehearsals, and those boys’ performances made the pair almost keel over from laughter.

_{Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”}While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.}Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part. So, a few boys throwing some praises his way had made him think of himself as a new god of singing for his generation before he walked onto that stage to audition. Once there, he flourished; he belted; he put on a shoddy caricature of a superstar—and actually managed to get a pass.

A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

_{“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.}“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

_{After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.}
“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”

_{“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.}After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.

“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

_{“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.}N/A

“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

_{Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about? The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.}
All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”

Who the hell doesn’t know how to eat dumplings? Is that anything to brag about? The other boys grumbled. They really wanted her face to get pasted at that moment.

_{“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.}The boys all pointed to Chicken-head in unison, his head still caked in bits of dough.

“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

_◈◇◈Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

◈◇◈

_{“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”}“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”

_{{Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.}}With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.

Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.}
“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”

“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

_{A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.}“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”

A string of uncontrollable coughs left Qin Mo thanks to the flour, but before Shen Zhuoyun could take action, Qin Mo tapped Chicken-head on the shoulder himself.

_{Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”}“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”

Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

_{As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.}As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

_{“Alright? Do I look alright to you—” Just as Chicken-head was about to swear, another hand appeared on his shoulder, this one belonging to a Shen Zhuoyun smiling right at him so warmly it felt like a spring breeze, one that sent a chill down his spine and made his unruly tongue stop dead in its tracks. “—b-because… I am. I-I’m perfectly alright, r-really.”}
Jiang Shao went silent in an instant, then made his way over to the huffing boy. “You know what, Chicken-head, you look mighty impressive with your face all dolled up,” he said before dragging him away. “Come on, boys. Let’s take our boy here on a lap so everyone can take a good look at our white-faced scholar.”

_{With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.}Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.

With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.

_{With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!}
The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.

While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

_{“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.}Unfortunately, that girl was just as clueless as they were.

“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

_N/AThe boys earnestly observed her actions and followed along, even Jiang Shao. But as he was in the middle of his attempt, a smack to the back of his head made him groan in pain. “Shen-ge, why are you smacking me?”

N/A

_{{Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.}}“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

_{After this realisation, the boys had one option: crying out for Yang Fanghong.}“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

After this realisation, the boys had one option: crying out for Yang Fanghong.

_{Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.}
Jiang Shao could only chuckle at the verbal assault. You, dumb kid. Come at you man to man? Ha! Go twiddle your own eggs.

Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{As for the rest of the boys in Class 9 who wanted their shot in the limelight but had no talent to their name, failure was not an option, so they hounded the chicken-head to be their backup dancers, throwing all shame to the wayside. Qin Mo and Shen Zhuoyun were there to see their rehearsals, and those boys’ performances made the pair almost keel over from laughter.}Unfortunately, that girl was just as clueless as they were.

_{“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.}
After the celebratory squad were done making Chicken-head infamous, they were left stupefied at their new plight.

“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.

_{In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

_{{Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.}}Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part. So, a few boys throwing some praises his way had made him think of himself as a new god of singing for his generation before he walked onto that stage to audition. Once there, he flourished; he belted; he put on a shoddy caricature of a superstar—and actually managed to get a pass.

Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

_{Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.}Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

_{It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.}
If our dough is smeared all over Chicken-head, what the heck are we going to use to make the dumplings?!

_{“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”}“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”

_{The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.}With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!

The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.

_{The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party.}The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.

_{Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.}
After this realisation, the boys had one option: crying out for Yang Fanghong.

Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

_{It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

_{“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”}Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.}While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_N/A
The boys all pointed to Chicken-head in unison, his head still caked in bits of dough.

N/A

_{{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}}“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{“Aren’t you the damn same?!” Even with a head full of dough, the boy still had the nerve to clap back where he could. “If you're not, why don’t you come over here and do something to give Young Master Qin the chance to smear your face?”}After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.

_{Shen Zhuoyun had one realisation after seeing his group: {If they go on stage like this, we’ll all be embarrassed enough to want off this rock.} So with that thought in mind, he hauled aѕs to find Yang Fanghong, knowing the man had a special skill that could save them face. That man knew his way around a pair of nunchucks.}Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part. So, a few boys throwing some praises his way had made him think of himself as a new god of singing for his generation before he walked onto that stage to audition. Once there, he flourished; he belted; he put on a shoddy caricature of a superstar—and actually managed to get a pass.

_{All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”}The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party. As for the students, not having to train for two afternoons straight, to allow for their rehearsals, was enough to fill them with the joy of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, including the boys of Class 9… well, most of them.

All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”

_{Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”}
“Oh. So are you guys gonna cook him?” Yang Fanghong seemed amused at the boy’s ridiculous appearance.

Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.}“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

_{Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.}Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

_{Jiang Shao could only chuckle at the verbal assault. You, dumb kid. Come at you man to man? Ha! Go twiddle your own eggs.}
“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”

Jiang Shao could only chuckle at the verbal assault. You, dumb kid. Come at you man to man? Ha! Go twiddle your own eggs.

_{“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.}Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_{The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party.}Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.}
“That kinda meat is definitely rancid.”

Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

_{{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}}Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.}After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.

Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

_{“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.}“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”

_{The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party.}
Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

_{Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”}After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.

Upon arriving, Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over the boys, asking, “So, where’s your dough?”

_{Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.}N/A

Scanning the rowdy crowd, Qin Mo finally caught sight of Shen Zhuoyun. But the second he made his way over to meet him, he was covered with flour.

_{“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.}Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_{“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”}
With this, all the boys started making the dumplings again—or rather, they tried to. Qin Mo couldn’t do it. Shen Zhuoyun couldn’t do it. Jiang Shao couldn’t do it—not a single boy in their dorm could make even one!

“Huh? What’s the matter with you guys?” Chicken-head reached to grasp his hair out of habit but came up empty. Yang Fanghong had long reduced his tresses to a mere inch. “Hey? Why aren’t any of you talking—”

_{The school's New Year’s celebration had the entire population in a festive mood. The instructors also had to work year-round, never having the chance to visit home on such occasions, so they were even looking forward to this party.}“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”

_{{Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.}}Talk about fitting… The song and dance are already enough. They might as well turn it into a typical square dance number and get themselves a pair of giant fans.

Is she still pursuing her dream to finish her PhD right now? Well, regardless. Just getting out of this place is a good thing.

_{While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.}With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.

_{“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.}“Oh, are you alrig—” Chicken-head turned around to ask Qin Mo, but before he could finish, a bowl of sticky dough was planted on his face.

“But aren’t you a woman?” Qin Mo countered.

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It was clear, more than ever, just how delicate a task it was, and the lot were again left dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, the other boys stared at Jiang Shao, who directed his own gaze to Shen Zhuoyun, who only had Qin Mo in his eyes as always.

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_{Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.}After leaving the infirmary, Qin Mo made his way to the mess hall. There, he was met with the sight of bowls of all sizes spreаd across the dining tables. Some contained flour, others contained chopped filling ingredients, all to be used for making dumplings—dumplings the students had to make for themselves.

_{The boys of Class 9’s dorm really did rally at Jiang Shao’s shout. Those who could grab an arm lifted an arm. Those who could grab a leg lifted a leg. Even those who couldn’t grab a limb lifted the impressive boy’s neck or touched his head to show their effort. Like this, the group stumblingly carried Chicken-head around the cafeteria, while that captured boy cursed all the way.}The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.

_{After reaching for the jar, once he felt the weight of that bottle not much larger than a hand in his palm, Qin Mo suddenly missed that serious-looking yet incredibly chatty school doctor. But as sad as he was, he was also a bit happy, too.}In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

_{“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”}
“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

“If we cook him, somebody still has to eat that!”

_{Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One}
As for Qin Mo, he also said nothing, his head turning towards the table where the girls had gathered before heading over there and returning with Shen Qing in tow.

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

_{{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}}Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{Then there was that newly arrived Chicken-head who looked like a punk—well, he actually was a punk. Anyhow, there were only a few terrible square dancing tracks to sing along to at the dorms, but contrary to expectations, his renditions were surprisingly beautiful thanks to some skills on his part.}Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

_{With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.}Yang Fanghong was in a good mood, so all he did was give them a light scolding before going to the kitchen to get more flour from the cook. Then, when he returned, a random boy got smacked upside the head as they all got the warning, “You guys better not fυck this up again. Otherwise, you’ll all be munching on that damn filling alone. Got it?”

_{Unfortunately, that girl was just as clueless as they were.}
Unfortunately, that girl was just as clueless as they were.

Unfortunately, that girl was just as clueless as they were.

_{“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.}N/A

“No way!” The boys all yelled in unison, their faces screwed up in disdain.

_{All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”}
“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.

_{Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One}“Ha! A surprise attack!” Chicken-head let out a grating giggle as he watched his work, but as soon as he turned to the crowd behind him, he noticed the once rаmbunctious crowd had all fallen silent.

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

_{Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”}With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.

Staring at the emptiness, Qin Mo whispered through tensed lips, “The next time I turn this on, it’ll be to put the plan into action.”

_{“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”}“That kinda meat is definitely rancid.”

“Fυck you, Jiang Shao! Why don’t you come at me man-to-man instead of ganging up on me again! Fight your own fights, you—”

_{Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”}Jiang Shao could only chuckle at the verbal assault. You, dumb kid. Come at you man to man? Ha! Go twiddle your own eggs.

Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

“Shen-ge, any idea how we’re going to fix this?” Jiang Shao asked while forcing a chuckle, but Shen Zhuoyun only kept looking at Qin Mo.

_{Qin Mo had no skill besides coding, and he had nothing to do with the onstage performance. Shen Zhuoyun was far from the type to partake in such activities, so he was unwilling to join in on the fun. But such a thing was right up the alley for someone like Jiang Shao, who, after much consideration, decided his presentation would be a magic show—an idea that got Yang Fanghong’s seal of approval.}Jiang Shao went silent in an instant, then made his way over to the huffing boy. “You know what, Chicken-head, you look mighty impressive with your face all dolled up,” he said before dragging him away. “Come on, boys. Let’s take our boy here on a lap so everyone can take a good look at our white-faced scholar.”

_{“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.}In front of the struggling boy, Qin Mo wore a blank expression, but his eyes seemed sincere as he asked, “Are you alright?”

“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.

_{I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.}
Without saying a word, Qin Mo pushed the “big sis” back to her section and brought back Mo Nian instead. Unlike the other, Mo Nian was actually skilled with her hands, but her timidity made her not dare speak to such a large group of boys. So instead of providing explanations, she made the dumplings slowly, though her slender fingers still moved so adeptly that it seemed she had a dumpling made in no time at all. The delicate little creation resting in his palms with its round little belly could only be described as cute.

I’ll be leaving here soon enough, too.

_{The boys earnestly observed her actions and followed along, even Jiang Shao. But as he was in the middle of his attempt, a smack to the back of his head made him groan in pain. “Shen-{ge}, why are you smacking me?”}While those boys were busy practising, Qin Mo took advantage of the free training period to clean the infirmary from top to bottom. Upon cleaning the cabinets, he discovered a jar filled with star-shaped candies in one that was rarely used. The jar, resembling one of those bottles set adrift at sea, looked surprisingly beautiful tucked away in that dark corner.

_{With that thought in mind, Qin Mo finished up. Checking over all the progrаmmes on the computer once more, he sent them to his USB drive, then erased every trace from the desktop before sending the cursor to the power-off option. The warm screen soon dimmed.}With the afternoon training sessions suspended, Yang Fanghong had not a thing to do, so after renting a batch of nunchucks, he taught the struggling boys a few moves. He even taught them a few martial arts poses that looked menacing when done in unison.

_{The boys all pointed to Chicken-head in unison, his head still caked in bits of dough.}
The boys earnestly observed her actions and followed along, even Jiang Shao. But as he was in the middle of his attempt, a smack to the back of his head made him groan in pain. “Shen-ge, why are you smacking me?”

The boys all pointed to Chicken-head in unison, his head still caked in bits of dough.

_{The task was no trouble for most of the girls, but most of the boys there had never made a dumpling in their lives. So with screwed-up expressions, they foolishly made their attempt, but even after a long time, none managed even one that was decent, so they turned their efforts to slinging insults at each other instead.}
Ignoring the boy looking up at him, Shen Zhuoyun’s darkened gaze was fixed on the girl making the dumplings, his words spoken with a sneer. “Because you're not making the dumpling right.”

_{Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One}All the boys in the hall erupted in laughter at his words. Jiang Shao, in particular, even mocked the lad as he held his own gut, “Damn, Chicken-head. Looks like you’re stuck being a coward in this life.”

Chapter 34: New Year’s Day – Part One

_{“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.}“And who told you it was some guarantee a woman would know how to make dumplings, huh?” Shen Qin retorted through clenched teeth. “Listen up, bud. The only thing your big sis here knows about dumplings is how to eat them.”

“I have no idea what you expect from me because I’m just assisting over there. I can’t make dumplings either,” she shook her head and said as soon as she arrived.

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