Super Seminary: Peerless Momen

In the spacious room of Tiangong Group, Mo He slept quietly on the soft bed, holding Rui Mengmeng in his arms.

Mengmeng curled up in Mohe's arms, her even breathing and light snoring intertwined, making her look particularly peaceful.

Suddenly, a clear ringing sound broke the silence of the night. The ringing sound echoed in the quiet room, seeming particularly abrupt.

Mo He slowly opened his eyes. In his sleepy state, he heard Daji's familiar and sweet voice: "Master, Grandpa called."

Mo He frowned slightly, his eyes seemed a little confused in the dim light, but soon he regained consciousness.

He knew that at this point in time, his grandfather's call must mean something important.

Rui Mengmeng was also awakened by the sudden ringing of the phone. She rubbed her sleepy eyes in a daze, with a hint of sleepiness still in her eyes. She asked softly, "Boss, what's wrong?"

Mo He made a "hush" gesture to Rui Mengmeng, signaling her to keep quiet, and replied softly: "It's the old man who called."

After saying this, he carefully placed Mengmeng on the sofa, then stood up and slowly walked out of the living room.

In the living room, sunlight shines in through the windows and interweaves with the lights in the room, forming a world of mottled light and shadow.

Mo He walked to the sofa and sat down, then said to Daji, "Answer the call."

Just as Mo He gave the order, a light suddenly appeared in the corner of the room.

With a swish, a clear shadow was projected onto the wall, and a figure in a Tang suit gradually emerged.

The old man looked energetic, with wisdom and majesty in his eyes. He was Mo He's grandfather, Mo Yuanshan.

In the projection, Mo Yuanshan's Tang suit is embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, which makes him look solemn and simple.

Although his hair is gray, it is combed meticulously. The wrinkles on his face record the traces of time, but also show his rich life experience.

His eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, making people dare not look directly at him.

When Mo He saw his grandfather's image, he calmed down, straightened his back, and prepared to listen to his grandfather's words.

The morning light shines through the half-open window and gently onto Mo Yuanshan's face. His smile is as warm and kind as the morning light.

He looked at his grandson Mo He who had just woken up from his sleep, and his voice was a bit teasing, but also full of the care of an elder: "Hehe, grandson, did you just wake up?"

Mo He rubbed his sleepy eyes and responded with a chuckle, "Yes, grandpa, I just woke up." His voice was filled with the laziness and vigor unique to young people.

Mo Yuanshan smiled slightly and said earnestly: "Young man, you must learn to be moderate!"

Hearing this, an awkward smile flashed across Mo He's face. He scratched his head and asked in a somewhat coquettish tone: "Grandpa, why are you looking for me so early? Is there something important?"

Mo Yuanshan's eyes flashed with mischief, and he deliberately put on a stern face and said in a serious tone, "Stinky boy, how long have you not come back to see an old man like me?"

"Ah?!" Mo He was stunned for a moment, secretly calculating the days, then smiled awkwardly, but a hint of flattery flashed in his eyes: "Grandpa, I will go back tomorrow."

Hearing this, Mo Yuanshan nodded with satisfaction, a smile spreading across his face: "That's pretty good."

He smiled and pointed at Mo He, his eyes full of pampering and pride.

Then, he paused, and suddenly changed the subject, with a gleam in his eyes: "By the way, the armored warrior mentioned in the news a few days ago, is it you?"

Mo He was stunned for a moment, and scratched his head awkwardly: "Uh, Grandpa, you know everything."

Mo Yuanshan laughed loudly, his eyes full of pride: "You are my grandson, I don't know what shit you are going to poop when you stick your butt out."

Then, he began to recall Mo He’s childhood, his voice filled with deep nostalgia and a hint of teasing: “From childhood to adulthood, you have never been a worry-free child.

When you were five years old, you dared to skip school from kindergarten just to go to elementary school.

When you were seven, you skipped classes to audit junior high school courses. When you were nine, you even jumped off a building just to force us to register you for the high school entrance exam.

When you were twelve, you secretly signed up for the college entrance examination. When you graduated from college at the age of fourteen, you ran away from home, saying that you were going to study abroad.

He finally returned home at the age of sixteen, but he stayed there for less than a month and ran off to Africa to work as a mercenary.

When I was eighteen, I waited for you to come back. After we had the reunion dinner, you ran to the army the next day.

When you retired at the age of 23, the first thing you said was that you wanted to start your own company..."

As Mo Yuanshan scolded him, Mo He also fell into deep memories.

When he was five years old, he accidentally activated the Mohist Master Order, and the Shenhe gene awakened, making him a super soldier with super genes.

Over the years, every step he took was to challenge himself, pursue his limits, and strengthen himself, all for today.

Perhaps he had talked too much and his mouth was a little dry, so Mo Yuanshan stopped.

He sighed softly and said with a bit of self-mockery: "Well, why am I saying so much? When people get old, they just like to nag."

Mo He responded immediately, his tone full of respect and love for his grandfather: "No, I just love to listen to your nagging."

Mo Yuanshan glared at him. Although he still had a smile on his face, his tone was firm and unquestionable: "Stop flattering me. Come over early tomorrow so we can have a good chat."

Mo He immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll go there early tomorrow morning."

"That's it, just hang up!" After Mo Yuanshan said that, he hung up without any hesitation, leaving Mo He alone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Ha~ Forget it, let's go to bed!" Mo He yawned loudly, walked into the room, and planned to continue his sweet dream.

He climbed onto the bed, hugged Rui Mengmeng, buried his face in those two soft flesh, and then, a steady snoring sound began.

Rui Mengmeng listened to the familiar snoring sound, and her tense body gradually relaxed. She looked at Mo He, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she smiled slightly.

Since she and Li Feifei became Mo He's secretaries, such things have happened frequently.

Mo He would not sleepwalk only when he held her or Li Feifei in his arms while sleeping. Rui Mengmeng had no idea why.

They resisted at first, but later they found that Mo He would not do anything excessive, so they just let him do it.

Finally, they both came to like the feeling of sleeping in each other's arms, and they slept more soundly.

Rui Mengmeng sometimes feels really helpless, but when she sees Mo He's childish side, she can't help but feel a little warm.

She hugged him gently, closed her eyes, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips.