Ziyan said, then looked at Yunqingxi: "Xixixi sister, this five-flavor duck is so delicious, is it on your store's menu?"

"Yes, in the chef's recommendation section." Yún Qīng Xī nodded.

“That’s great, next time I’ll just eat at the restaurant, so you won’t have to cook at home.” Ziyan said, sticking out her tongue.

If I come over to eat at his place a few more times, Ziyu brother's gaze will freeze me solid.

Ziyù's older brother is great in every way, but he's just too stingy. He's afraid that Xixi will be tired from cooking.

Actually, Ye Ziyu was not only afraid that Yun Qing would be tired, but also worried that she would cut her fingers while chopping vegetables and get burned by hot oil when cooking.

He was never that careful in life, the only care he had was for her alone.

After a pleasant meal, Mo Ziyáo acted as the driver, sending Yezǐyān back to school.

On weekend evenings, when school is at its most lively, many parents come to personally send their children to school. The school parking lot is full of vehicles, many of which are limited-edition luxury cars.

"Ziyao brother, you're wearing this outfit is too... inappropriate, isn't it?" Ye Ziyan couldn't help but say before getting off the car.

Mò Zǐyáo was wearing a Givenchy haute couture jacket. He wasn't unattractive, on the contrary, he was too handsome and imposing. He just lacked the youthful innocence that students usually have.

"Then... I'll go change?" Mo Ziyao asked.

Ye Ziyan nodded: "After all, you're here as a student. It's not good for people to know at first glance that you are my 'bodyguard,' right?"

Mo Ziyao thought it made sense, so he called his assistant to bring over a set of student clothes and changed into them.

The assistant brought a baseball uniform and a baseball cap. Because Mo Ziyao made the phone call in a hurry, the assistant didn't have time to go to a luxury goods store or ask a designer to customize it, so they just bought this outfit from a shopping mall according to Mo Ziyao's size.

The clothes are from a fast-fashion brand, not some high-end designer label. The whole outfit doesn't even cost more than four digits, but Mo Ziyao's looks carry him. No matter what he wears, he looks like a top model just stepped off a magazine cover.

"Let's go," he said, taking the little girl's hand.

Ziyan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "What are you doing?"

"Protecting you." Mo Ziyao didn't think there was anything wrong.

"No matter how much you protect me, there's no need to hold my hand," Ziyan said with annoyance, "If the teacher saw this, she would think..."

"What do you think?" asked Mo Ziyao.

Yè Zīyān couldn't help but punch him with her tiny fists: "You... You knew the answer all along!"

Mo Ziyao asked if he was done asking, but he felt a pang of reluctance to let go.

But looking around at the students, no one dared to hold hands so openly, male and female. He thought about it and let go of her hand, pressed his baseball cap down, and followed Ye Ziyan through the school gate.

Ziyan didn't live in the dormitory, but instead lived in a villa not far from the school. She had bodyguards accompanying her and a nanny cooking meals. Apart from studying, her daily life mainly involved painting and going out to play with classmates and friends.

Before coming to school, the two went to the villa to drop off their luggage.

Ziyān's luggage consisted of two large boxes, mostly filled with snacks brought over from Yúnqíng Xī.

Yun Qingxi knew she was a foodie, all sorts of delicacies almost filled the box to bursting.

Mo Ziyao's luggage consisted of only one suitcase, containing only a few clothes and some daily necessities.

His room was arranged on the second floor, while Ziyan's was on the third floor.

With bodyguards and nannies around, the Ye family doesn't have to worry about this little punk taking advantage of the situation. If there were any signs of that, just break his legs.

Upon arriving at the school, Mo Ziyao felt somewhat unfamiliar with the surroundings.

"Ziyáo brother, in a while the teacher should arrange for you to be my deskmate. You should talk less and try not to let people see that you are my 'bodyguard,' okay?" Ziyān instructed.

Actually, this kind of thing has happened on campus before, but Ziyan felt a little awkward about it.

Mo Ziyao nodded.

He wasn't usually a talkative person, but when it came to that little girl Ziyan, he would become completely different from his usual self.

Upon entering the classroom, the homeroom teacher is taking attendance.

Before entering, Mo Ziyao pressed down his duck-billed cap, covering most of his face.

That sharply defined jawline, and that fair, pale complexion, truly resembled a student. With half of his eyes hidden by the hat, a chill radiated from him, like someone who shouldn't be approached. He looked as if he had walked straight out of a comic book.

A while ago, when he was sent to the training camp by Ye Ziyu for training, he almost turned into a piece of charcoal. He returned just after that, and his skin turned white again at an astonishing speed, even making Ziyan's little girl envious.

As soon as he walked in, many eyes turned to his face.

Then, someone let out a cry of surprise. Immediately, murmurs of excited discussion filled the air.

"Who is this handsome guy?"

"I don't know, probably a newcomer?"

"How is that possible? The semester is almost over, there shouldn't be any transfer students anymore?"

"Quiet down everyone," the homeroom teacher tapped on the table, her gaze sweeping across the classroom, "This is our new transfer student, Mo Yao. Mo Yao, please introduce yourself."

Mo Ziyao strode forward with his long legs, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote the two characters "Mo Yao" on the blackboard.

His long fingers holding a chalk made him look incredibly handsome. Every move he made captivated the attention of all the girls in the classroom.

Of course, Ye Ziyan is an exception.

She didn't understand why everyone had a crush on her older brother Ziyáo. Maybe it was because they had known him since childhood? She had never really thought about how Ziyáo looked; she didn't think he was particularly handsome, nor did she find him unattractive.

Could it be that I was wrong all along?

"There's an empty seat right there, Mo Yao. Why don't you sit there?" The homeroom teacher pointed to the empty desk next to Ye Ziyan.

The girl beside her couldn't help but nudge Ye Ziyan, "Last week you were the only one with an empty seat in the whole classroom after we changed seats. This week, suddenly a handsome guy appears...Ziyan, spill the tea, is there some kind of conspiracy going on here?"

Of course not……” Ziyan shook her head in denial.

She wouldn't tell anyone that last week, Mo Ziyao went to the Blood Oath Hall and specially learned some moves to protect her at school.

With Ziyáo, her brother, around, she wasn't afraid of anyone, not even the loathsome Cheng Taijiang or the ruthless Xin Huai.

ZiYao's brother is more trustworthy than any bodyguard and will definitely protect her safety!

Mo Ziyao took his textbook and sat down next to Ye Ziyān.

His legs were too long, the table was a little short for him, so he could only sit at an angle.

There were several pairs of eyes glaring at him from behind, full of hostility. One of them said angrily, “What are you doing? This isn’t a TV drama set, why are you sitting so arrogantly?”

(Editor in charge：we fell apart: a we were liars novel)