Chapter 427: The Challenge

The day of the challenge.

Mu Sicheng woke up from his dormitory, dazedly dressed, put on toothpaste, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and after a brief wash, Mu Sicheng opened his mouth and yawned, a little tear spilling out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes inadvertently swept to the messy desk that he hadn't had time to clean up after studying all night.

In the corner of the desk stands a small calendar, which Liu Huai had given to him earlier.

Mu Sicheng is a big fan of the calendar and doesn't use it to keep track of things. He even forgets some crucial exams, but Liu Huai, who is always careful, has marked important deadlines for lab reports and exams for various subjects on his calendar and placed them on the corner of Mu Sicheng's desk.

The last line of the calendar is a reminder that the exam time has long passed, followed by a reminder of the make-up exam date added by Mu Sicheng himself.

Mu Sicheng looked at the calendar, and slowly walked up to it, he lowered his head and tapped the date on the calendar with a red pen, mumbling to himself, "One, two ...... seven, seven days."

"It's been another seven days since I've stolen anything in reality."

Mu Sicheng's pen pauses for a moment.

...... After meeting Bai Liu, he seems to have never been a kleptomaniac in reality because of all the messy things that have happened.

If she's still around, know he hasn't stolen anything in a week ......

Most likely, he will be childish and serious enough to draw a little red flower in his discipline book.

Mu Sicheng's grip on the red pen slowly tightened, he lowered his eyes and snorted very softly, raised his hand and casually drew himself a small red flower under the date of the day, raised his hand and put on the hood of his jacket, pushed open the door of his dormitory and walked out.

The wind slips in through a gap in the open window, blowing the page of the calendar with the scribbled red flower on the corner of the desk almost over.

Underneath this little red flower, there is also a dirty sketchy hobo and a laughing arrogant monkey, next to which is written - [Hobo and Monkey] Challenge first show date!

Muke sits at the table, sipping porridge slowly and deliberately with a porcelain spoon, opposite his silent and somewhat apprehensive parents.

The first one to speak up was Muke's father, he clenched his fist slightly and coughed, " Muke, here's the thing, you asked for that money before and I granted it to your company, dad, I don't care if you can make it back, just be happy."

"Daddy wants to discuss something with you today."

Muke put down the porcelain spoon, wiped his mouth with a tissue and then looked up calmly at his father who was looking at him expectantly.

For as long as he can remember, his father has given him what he wants, barely holding him accountable for the consequences of anything he does, even when sometimes things can stray to the grey edge and can bury people, his father doesn't care.

Muke had always assumed that his father must have loved him if he could be treated so well, and that's what he was told by those around him.

But there is also the case that his father did not expect him to do anything worthwhile in the first place and had already prepared his backhand, so he could have fallen any way he wanted.

And for the first time since Muke could remember, his father looked at him with such expectant eyes.

"Ko." His father said, "I have a child out there who happens to be a year younger than you, and I want to get him back."

Muke gave a soft laugh: "Just a year younger?"

His father coughed awkwardly, "Xiao Ke, don't misunderstand, I really didn't mean to have this child after seeing that you were born with congenital heart disease, this child was just an accident when I had too much to drink ......"

"Mum knows that too." His father looked to his mother next to him, "I admitted my mistake to your mother as soon as I got back, she was angry with me for a long time and wanted to divorce me at one point, but eventually forgave me and didn't let the other man beat up the baby."

"After all, the child was innocent and eventually mum decided to raise it with me, so this child was raised outside by mum and me together."

His mother looked up at Muke with mixed eyes and finally nodded slowly: "That boy is also very sweet, about your age, and I just couldn't bear to do it."

Muke's eyelids fell very lightly: "Like children a year younger than me, you are perfectly capable of having your own."

He smiled and raised his eyes, "Because you were afraid you two would have a second one or a cripple like me, so you found someone else, did you?"

There was a silence throughout the table.

Wooden father took a deep breath: "Xiao Ke, you are our first child, we have deep feelings for you, and have always treated you well, all these years have been raising that child outside, never let you know, just afraid that if you know your heart will be hard and something will happen."

"It's only telling you now that I'm seeing how you're doing better."

"I'll give you money if you want it, I'll support whatever you want to do, I've never said a word to you in all these years, how many people in my position can do what I did?" Muke's father looked deeply into Muke's eyes, "Do you know how many people with your disease have died long ago?"

The grin on Muke's face widened: "If you want to say no to me, it must have been at the very beginning when I was born, right?"

"You must have thought quite a few times that I would have died sooner if only I had been like those who had the disease."

" Muke ---!" Muke's father slapped the table in shock and anger and slapped it hard, "What a bastard thing to say!"

Muke's face was slapped to the side, blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth, the side of his face instantly became red and swollen, he laughed in a low voice, stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to face Muke's father, smiled in a gentle manner, "But it's just that I'm so good and it's such a pity to die."

"Dad, you must have thought quite a few times that if only your illegitimate son was as exceptional as I am, you wouldn't have to choose between us so painfully."

"Unfortunately he is no match for me." Muke slowly pushed back his chair and stood up, he looked levelly at the speechless Muke's father and laughed softly, "The one who lived long was just a mediocre loser with mediocre qualifications, the one who lived short was too gifted to be reckoned with."

"But even so, you have now finally made your choice."

Muke lowered his eyelashes a little and said in a calm tone, "It's more important to live long."

"You pick him up." Muke bowed slightly to his parents in a decent manner, then headed out the door.

"Xiao Ke." Wood father suddenly spoke out, his tone slow and tired, "Just now it was dad's fault, I ...... shouldn't have hit you so hard."

"But you must know that you don't know which day you'll be gone either, and your mother and I, we wouldn't dare, nor could we, put all our things and feelings on a dying man like you, nor would any other man dare to put too much of a chip on you."

"We always have to plan for our future."

Father Wood's voice heaved as he said.

"You should be content with that, Ko."

Muke's back lurched, he gave a calm hmmm and pushed the door open, "I'll go find someone willing to put a chip on my shoulder."

Tang Erda was the first to arrive in the conference room.

Liu Jiayi came from behind, her whole body was tidied up and she had a very tight ponytail on top of her head, which was so hard to pull that Liu Jiayi's eyes flew to the sides and became hanging eyes. It's too tight."

Tang Erda gives two slightly awkward tugs.

Liu Jiayi breathlessly shouted a pause: "It's tighter." Her eyes were being torn into two thin slits.

Xiang Chunhua loves this tight high ponytail for her ten minutes, but Liu Jiayi is a bit unacceptable, but every time she comes over with a comb in her hand expectantly and asks if she needs to brush her hair ......

Liu Jiayi can't even say no.

Anyway, it's better than her brother's tying.

Three minutes later, Mu Sicheng kicked in the door, and when he saw Liu Jiayi's torn pigtails, he started laughing loudly, "You're so corny! What an unconventional look!"

Liu Jiayi gave me a blank stare: "Tang Erda made me look like this, come and help me with this, I have to accompany Bai Liu on stage to draw lots later."

Mu Sicheng gave Tang Erda a scornful glance before rolling up his sleeves and shaking his fist: "Captain Tang, you can't even tie a little girl's pigtails properly, look at me!"

Fifteen minutes passed.

Liu Jiayi looked in the mirror with an expressionless face and saw her look torn like a chicken's nest, and she tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Can't even tie a little girl's braid?"

Mu Sicheng sheepishly withdrew from Liu Jiayi's mirror range, his eyes shifting outward: "Anyone has an area they're not good at ......"

Two minutes later, Muke pushes the door open and walks in.

Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng's eyes looked pleadingly at Xiang Muke, who locked eyes with Liu Jiayi, who was sitting in a chair with a dark breath and a head full of chicken nests, and stepped forward with an understanding: "Let me help."

One hour later.

Liu Jiayi looked at Muke, who was carefully combing his hair, strand by strand, with a heart of gold: "Is it still not ready?"

Muke shook his head solemnly, "It will take about three more hours, I'm putting a hair mask on this split end of your hair or it won't be smooth when you tie it up later."

"......" Liu Jiayi collapsed onto the table with hollow eyes, "I just want to tie a pigtail ...... "

Muke shook his head disapprovingly, "You're very popular, you should have every strand of hair handled properly."

"I'd better wait for Bai Liu to come and get it for me." Liu Jiayi jumped up on the chair and spun around on her legs, distancing herself from Muke, holding her face in a complicated and contemptuous sigh, "How can three men with an average age of over twenty-five, who can kill a monster in seconds, not even know how to tie a pigtail for a kid like me? Is that so hard?"

"Are all men so uncoordinated in their hands and feet?"

Tang Erda retorts with a frown: "Su Yang is very good at this."

"Nonsense, he's married and has kids, of course he's good at it ......" Liu Jiayi said with a subtle pause in her eyes, "Inverse God is also good at this, he also ties different looks. "

"Is this a special skill for married men?"

As Liu Jiayi's words fall, Bai Liu pushes through the door, his eyes glancing up at Liu Jiayi sitting cross-legged in her chair, his gaze shifting up to see Liu Jiayi's ponytail, pulled to the right by Tang Erda, set in the chicken nest Mu Sicheng had made.

He naturally reached up to untangle the ponytail, briefly combed two passes through Muke's half-done conditioning hair with his five fingers, quickly gathered the strands around it, folded them into three strands, loosened the rubber band hanging from his wrist and tied it up easily.

A quick, easy and loose braid that takes less than three minutes to make.

Liu Jiayi: "......"

Tang Erda: "......"

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Muke: "......"

Bai Liu looked at the team members who were looking at him with strange expressions and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Why are you looking at me with that look like I'm a good wife and mother?"