Chapter 2534 - 338:

Chapter 2534: Chapter 338:

When mentioning his mother, Ye Zhan’s slightly stiff body gradually returned to normal.

His mother was the warmth of his childhood, yet over the years, he rarely visited her, except for her birthday and death anniversary.

"Okay."

After a long while, Ye Zhan’s voice finally sounded softly.

Momo felt a bit soft, somewhat sore, and a little pained in her heart. She heard about his mother’s story, knew how she passed away, and understood how deep the hurt was to him.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhangming indeed called her.

He apologized on the phone, saying he had selfishly hurt her in order to save his own son.

He knew she was with Ye Zhan, and rather than asking her to persuade Ye Zhan to forgive his selfishness, he felt reassured that they were together.

Momo could hear Ye Zhangming’s remorse and guilt as a father, as well as the pain of being estranged from his own son, even hated by him.

"Ye Zhan, you can put me down now, I’ll walk for a bit myself."

"Okay."

Ye Zhan had carried her a long way.

Momo got down from his back, proactively held his hand, interlocking fingers with him, raised her small face, and looked at him with smiling eyes, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Ye Zhan shook his head, gazing at her with gentle eyes, unable to resist bending down to kiss her.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the competition between Mo Ziye and Ye Zhan.

Early in the morning, Momo was awakened by a flurry of group messages.

[Brothers and sisters, wake up! The awaited day for Deputy Mayor Ye and President Mo to face off has finally come. Don’t sleep in, don’t miss the excitement.]

Gu Zinan shouted in the group.

Two days ago, Wen Ziyang also added Zhang Minghui to the group, saying that the more the merrier, and he prepared matching outfits, stating to gather at the Mo family at eight o’clock sharp to distribute the cheerleading outfits.

[How many sets of outfits are prepared?]

Gu Zinan asked.

Zhang Minghui sent a smiling face: [Only those supporting Ziye will have outfits, Zinan, you won’t have one.]

[How can it be like this?]

Gu Zinan asked again: [Feng Yize, did you not prepare matching outfits for the cheerleading squad?]

Feng Yize immediately replied: [We don’t do those superficial things, I believe in Brother’s strength... Ziye and all the brothers and sisters, I’m being frank, please don’t get upset.]

[Don’t brag, cousin, I’ve already arranged a celebration banquet for you at Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, you go for it, we all support you.]

Wen Ziyang enjoyed bantering with Feng Yize, especially disliked him hitting on Qinghuan. No matter how Feng Yize looked, he seemed to attract trouble in romance, making such men seem extremely unreliable.

[Alright, everyone stop arguing, Ye Zhan and Ziye should be friendship first, competition second. They are all family, don’t harm the harmony.]

Gu Zhitong saw the group’s members each eager for the action, wishing Ye Zhan and Mo Ziye would knock each other down, couldn’t help speaking out.

However, her words immediately drew Ziyang’s suspicion: [Sister Tongtong, have you defected?]

[Sister Tongtong, have you really defected?]

[Sister Tongtong, you can’t defect, we’re already short on numbers.]

[Tongtong hasn’t defected, don’t worry.] Tang Jinchen stood out to explain. He wanted to persuade Tongtong, but Tongtong said regardless of who wins between Ye Zhan and Ziye, she would bet on Ziye.

This was a matter of principle.

Having solved the issue of whether Gu Zhitong defected or not, everyone’s attention turned to Momo: [Sister Momo, haven’t you decided who you’ll bet on to win?]

[Sister Momo, you’re making it difficult for us.]

Momo couldn’t help but chuckle after reading the messages and finally edited one to send out: [I bet on a draw.]

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Followed by countless ellipses lined up neatly behind.

At eight o’clock sharp, everyone gathered at the Mo family.

Zinan and Ziyang asked Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran if they wanted to participate. They both said they would just wait to be notified of the result.

Let these kids have their fun.

The location was decided a few days earlier.

The competition had only one event: fight!

No matter what style of boxing, as long as no weapons are involved, and no one’s killed, anything goes. No rules, no referee needed!

Such a carefree contest.

Ye Zhan wore all black, emanating a strong masculine aura.

Mo Ziye also shed the usual suit of President Mo, wearing a black T-shirt and black pants.

He smiled lightly but without a hint of warmth, every move displayed his confidence and arrogance.

Two equally outstanding men standing together, even before any action, it’s already a rare sight.

Wen Qinghuan, who was fully prepared, spread open her sketchbook, her pencil making soft rustling sounds on the paper. In no time, two tall and handsome men leapt onto the page.

"Qinghuan, you draw amazingly."

A surprised voice suddenly sounded next to her ear.

Startled, Wen Qinghuan looked up into Feng Yize’s beaming eyes, before she could speak, he said, "You are the most talented artist I’ve ever seen."

Returning a polite smile, she calmly said, "Please return to your spot, the match is about to start."

"Okay."

Feng Yize returned to his previous position, glancing again at Wen Qinghuan, and then whispered to Tang Jinchen and Gu Zhitong, "Brother, Sister, let’s switch places."

Tang Jinchen gave him a look, then moved a bit to the side along with Gu Zhitong, allowing him to stand closer to Qinghuan.

With Gu Zinan’s shout of "The match begins," everyone immediately widened their eyes, watched intently, yet several girls still couldn’t tell who moved first.

"Sister Momo, who started first?"

Qingling blinked bewilderedly, unable to see Ye Zhan and Mo Ziye’s moves clearly, only finding their fight more thrilling than the wuxia films on TV.

This was a real competition, with no special effects, no rehearsals.

Momo didn’t turn her head, her eyes intently fixed on the two fighting in the arena, "I don’t know either, can’t see clearly, their movements are too fast."

"Can Qinghuan capture it in her drawing?"

"Certainly can’t capture it all, portraying some moves and their state would be good enough."

The speed of their actions, it was too challenging.

"Seems like they can’t distinguish a winner."

Bai Qingling kept watching for another two minutes, just feeling they were evenly matched, each other’s moves were dodged or countered, punches and kicks couldn’t quite land on the other.

Ye Zhan and Mo Ziye were fiercely neck and neck, everyone was watching with rapt attention when suddenly, from not far away, a male voice sounded, "Junior sister!"

The next second, Mo Ziye’s fist landed on Ye Zhan’s face. Unable to dodge, Ye Zhan groaned, his gaze fell away from Huo Song and Momo...