Supper Baby

025 Roommate Turns Out to Be...

"Who?"

"'Melon Gobbler.' Also an account with an untraceable address. Before any celebrity scandal breaks, that account always posts this kind of weird message in their super topic," the agent explained.

And then, a few days later, the celebrity he'd targeted would indeed be hit with a scandal, their reputation ruined forever.

So this untraceable IP account, "Eating Fish, Eating Melon, Or Eating You," seemed very much like a imitator of "Melon Gobbler."

Xu Piao gritted her teeth slightly. "Have the assistants keep a close watch these days. The moment any unfavorable news appears, contact the platform immediately to have it deleted."

Her son was still a rising star in the entertainment circle; his fan base wasn't stable yet. She couldn't let some petty person like this ruin him.

The motorcycle sped along the road. Tan Mo's arms were wrapped around Yuan Xing's waist.

"Mo Mo, would you like to learn some self-defense techniques?" Yuan Xing asked.

Before, her brother had given her some defensive gadgets, but those weren't convenient to use now. If she wanted to ensure her safety a bit more, learning some self-defense skills herself might be better.

Pick up a bit of self-defense, do some exercise—when real danger came, maybe she wouldn't be completely helpless.

"You'd teach me?" Tan Mo asked, curious.

Yuan Xing chuckled softly. "It's Huai Sheng. I'm not very good at fighting."

"Ah." She immediately understood.

Someone who could knock down an adult man with a few punches and kicks while wearing high heels, who could single-handedly beat several thugs into sprawling disarray—that kind of combat prowess was rarely seen.

Having a teacher like that guiding her might not be bad.

"Okay."

After passing the exam, the enrollment procedures were quickly completed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the first day of school.

Tan Mo, carrying a suitcase half her height, walked through the school gate.

Cheng Ye's dormitory area was built up on the mountain, requiring a moderately long climb up a winding path.

Standing in front of the dormitory elevator, Tan Mo hugged her suitcase, gasping for breath.

Although she had been exercising regularly recently and had learned some self-defense, that bit of training was nowhere near enough to support her dragging her luggage up more stairs.

"Eighteenth floor... spare me..." Tan Mo looked at the floor number on her dorm key, utterly despairing.

She really wasn't good at physical activity.

Behind her, a girl with her hair in pigtails approached at some point. "You're staying in 1804?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Tan Mo looked up at her.

She had a very pure appearance—if she were a young boy, she'd easily be drawn to that face.

"Same floor. I'll help you with that." The girl picked up the suitcase and led her into the elevator.

Tan Mo thanked her with a slight smile.

Same floor—maybe she was a roommate.

But the girl only accompanied her to the dorm door before taking her leave.

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me. My name is Zhuo Ruoxuan. I live right across the hall in 1801. Come visit if you have time!" She smiled and ran off.

Tan Mo watched her retreating figure, immediately feeling a sense of fondness. Turning back, she realized the dorm room door was already open.

A girl with a very androgynous style of dress was leaning against the doorframe, her expression cold as she stared at the retreating figure with the pigtails.

"Don't listen to her." The tomboy in front of her didn't change her expression as she warned.

"Hi, I'm Tan Mo." Tan Mo greeted her nervously, shuffling her small steps as she dragged her suitcase through the door.

"Zhuo Ruolian."

The moment Tan Mo heard the name, she stumbled.

This was a name she'd heard Ye Ka mention quite a lot. Through this twist of fate, the person had become her roommate.

She had imagined a burly, muscular man—never expected the real person to be an androgynously dressed older sister.

"Your reputation precedes you."

"Likewise, Second Miss Tan." Zhuo Ruolian lay on the sofa, pulling out an Foreign magazine to read.

The Second Miss of the Tan family, amnesiac after a car accident, confined to a wheelchair—she'd heard that annoying woman at home mention it quite a few times over the summer break.

"Uh, which room is mine?" Tan Mo instinctively sensed her own reputation wasn't great, so she awkwardly asked about her room.

Zhuo Ruolian pointed to the room by the window. "That one."

"Thanks."

Tan Mo pushed her suitcase into the room and started unpacking.

Earlier, Ye Ka had warned her not to provoke that bunch of freaks in the unrestricted class. Well, now the boss of that bunch was her roommate. Not provoking them wasn't really an option anymore.

Humming a tune while she finished organizing, Tan Mo flopped onto the bed. She turned her head ward the door and nearly jumped out of her skin in fright.

Zhuo Ruolian had somehow appeared, leaning against the doorframe, watching her with arms crossed.

"GOD! How do you walk so quietly?!" Tan Mo's pretty face paled in fright.

"Your door wasn't closed."

Her voice was as cold and distant as her expression.

Tan Mo sat up, curious. "What's your relationship with the girl who helped me up?"

Zhuo Ruolian, Zhuo Ruoxuan — they sounded like sisters.

"She's my elder sister," Zhuo Ruolian said, expressionless.

"Oh." Tan Mo didn't ask further. This was Zhuo Ruolian's family matter; she wouldn't pry， "I'm going to get my books."

With that, she walked out the door to pick up her new textbooks and student handbook.

For some reason, Zhuo Ruolian followed her out.

"What are you doing?"

"Your books. They'll be heavy." Still, her face showed little emotion.

Tan Mo's eyes lit up slightly.

Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, a little expressionless — she could understand that.

Outside the door, just before the elevator, they coincidentally ran into Zhuo Ruoxuan again.

"What a coincidence, it's you again! Heading out?" Before she could finish her greeting, she noticed the cold-faced figure standing beside Tan Mo.

Zhuo Ruoxuan's expression faltered.

Zhuo Ruolian was the child from her scumbag father's affair, who had first barged into her life when Zhuo Ruolian was sixteen.

The girl, even younger than her, had worn a cold expression, dust still in her hair, quiet and still — but her eyes, they were just wrong somehow.

Swallowing her resentment and hurt, she had tried to get closer to this sister, but Zhuo Ruolian never reciprocated.

Since she was so ungrateful, as the elder sister, she would have to find a way to drive her out.

An illegitimate daughter, after all — Grandpa would have no qualms about dealing with her.

Given Zhuo Ruolian's personality, she wasn't the type to initiate contact with others. But if she was willing to accompany Tan Mo out, perhaps she had some trust in Tan Mo.

Perfect. This way, she only needed to get close to Tan Mo, and she could keep tabs on Zhuo Ruolian's movements.

"Hey there, Miss Ruoxuan?" Tan Mo smiled at her, seemingly oblivious.

It was as if she hadn't noticed the awkward tension between the two of them.

"Oh my, we parted so hastily just now, I never even asked your name." Zhuo Ruoxuan walked over to her side, intentionally adding some physical contact.

Zhuo Ruolian looked displeased. With a cold expression, she answered for Tan Mo, "Tan Mo."

Her voice was a bit icy.

Before Tan Mo could say anything, she felt a weight on her shoulder as Zhuo Ruolian pulled her into an embrace.

Seeing this, Zhuo Ruoxuan's expression also stiffened.

She didn't like Zhuo Ruolian, and she liked seeing her make a friend even less.

Tan Mo just blinked, smiled, and handed her phone over.

"Mind if we exchange contact info?"

The young girl's eyes held a smile, but the deeper meaning within them was lost on Zhuo Ruoxuan.