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"Look what I've got?" Chen Yuan pulled out a supermarket card.
Xia Xinyu, puzzled, asked, "Hey, where did this come from?"
"Teacher Mo gave it to me, a five hundred yuan shopping card."
"Why would he give you that?"
"He's worried that I might not have enough money for early romance, so he's giving me a bit of support, I guess."
"That can't be true!" Xia Xinyu didn't believe it and, recalling the recent events, said with some uncertainty, "Did Teacher Laomo feel guilty about asking those inappropriate questions?"
"It's not guilt."
Chen Yuan's expression became serious, and looking at Xia Xinyu, he said, "Teacher Mo has zero tolerance for early romance, but even when my grades were poor, he never insisted on breaking us up. He believed in you from the start. Even after my later improvement, he thought it was you who led me on the right path."
"Does he really think so?"