In the bedroom, probably because of the cold weather, after the class meeting ended, Mo Jingchun was wobbling on the way back from the classroom while holding his little sister, who fell asleep wrapped in his coat.

Initially, Mo Jingchun intended to wake his sister up for a bath before going to bed. However, after a few shakes with no response, and considering the cold weather, he gave up on the idea of giving her a bath.

Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in long johns, Mo Jingchun used a semi-dry towel to dry his hair.

Sitting on the bedside, just after sneezing, Mo Jingchun heard the phone vibrating on the table, along with the distinct message alert sound from QQ.

With a towel in his left hand continuing to wipe his hair, Mo Jingchun picked up his phone with his right hand to check the QQ message. For someone like Mo Jingchun, who rarely received messages daily, he frequently checked various chat apps, always hoping for something.

Upon seeing the message from the class monitor @all members in the group, Mo Jingchun's hand stopped wiping his hair. After pondering for a while, he shook his head and placed the phone back on the table.

Mo Jingchun was sure that as long as he applied, his name would definitely be among the eight spots.

When it comes to the requirements for the financial aid application, no one fit them better than Mo Jingchun. Objectively speaking, as long as he wrote the application, neither classmates nor teachers would have any issue or oppose it, at least outwardly.

Otherwise, people given those spots might face dissatisfaction from others.

However, Mo Jingchun was not planning to apply for financial aid, nor was he going to write the application.

This was why, after briefly looking at the message, he exited the group chat window and put the phone back on the table.

At this time, Li Na and others, who just finished a small class meeting, were unaware that the one spot they had mentally allocated to Mo Jingchun for the special financial aid, he hadn't considered applying for at all.

Mo Jingchun wasn't worried about being looked down upon. After all this time, attending classes with a baby, anyone not lacking intelligence could see there were special reasons behind it. A bit of speculation would lead to the guess that both parents might be absent.

The chance of parental divorce was nearly impossible! Considering Mo Jingchun was admitted to Jing University, indicating a bright future, which parent wouldn't want to continue supporting the child, especially with a toddler in the picture?

Of course, in the 21 Software Class, all students, except Mo Jingchun, knew about his family situation.

Orphaned parents, siblings relying on each other.

Mo Jingchun had two reasons for not wanting to apply.

First, in the short term, and probably until graduation, he didn't lack money.

Second, and the main reason for giving up the application, was that once the financial aid was received, it would be more of a constraint.

Because, with a little one at home, certain high expenditures might be inevitable.

Like the formula Candy needed daily, would Mo Jingchun go for the cheapest option? Definitely not.

For the same kind of baby formula, if one store sold it cheaper than usual and another more expensive, Mo Jingchun would undoubtedly buy from the more expensive one.

Even if it meant being the "sucker," he'd feel at peace with his decision.

Compared to the financial aid, Mo Jingchun preferred earning the 8000 yuan national scholarship through merit, which one could receive without any worries.

In the dorms, both boys and girls, upon receiving the group notice, many were eager, brainstorming how to write their applications.

Some were already thinking about how to spend the money once they got it.

Inside the bedroom, Mo Jingchun turned off all the lights, leaving only a desk lamp on.

With his hair not completely dry, Mo Jingchun sat at the bedside and continued self-studying discrete mathematics. A thick book, he'd already self-studied two-thirds of it. At his current pace, with increasing difficulty in the content, he estimated it would take about two more weeks to finish. Afterward, he planned to go through it a few more times from start to finish to master it.

Of course, if deeper research was needed, a month wasn't nearly enough, even if he studied it for a decade.

After about an hour, he touched his hair, now completely dry.

Putting the book down, he carefully lifted the blanket to go to the bathroom, and after returning to the bedroom, he switched off the last lamp, lying down beside Candy to sleep.

Mo Jingchun felt there was no need to set a phone alarm. Each time, he'd wake one or two minutes before it went off, nudged awake by Candy.

However, this was only a passing thought upon waking. When it came to actually turning off the alarm, he dared not.

Who knew if the "Candy" brand alarm might one day miss due to the weather, leaving him with no explanation if he was late.

It wouldn't do to tell the teacher "My sister didn't wake me up" for being late.

As usual, after dressing, Mo Jingchun took his sister from the warm covers to dress her.

However... the little one puckered her lips, and tears squeezed out from her big eyes.

"Wa uuuu~"

After placing her on the bed, she crawled back under the covers.

Were it not for the heating during the Jing City winter, Mo Jingchun couldn't imagine how the little one would leave the comfort of the covers.

If she didn't want to get up, so be it, especially since it was Saturday, and it was pouring rain outside, audible even with the windows closed.

More than half an hour later, whether it was because Mo Jingchun washed Candy's face or because she was hungry for milk, the little one lay in bed calling out "Gogo."

When Mo Jingchun heard and entered the room, he was amused to find Candy crawling out of the covers herself upon seeing him.

As he sat her on his lap to dress her, there was a text notification. He didn't bother looking, assuming it was likely a message from the service provider or some app ad.

Many claimed replying "T" could cancel them, but taking them seriously was a lost cause.

After handing the bottle to Candy, with her holding it herself, Mo Jingchun casually unlocked his phone.

To his surprise, the message was from the school delivery station, notifying him of a package from his grandfather, sent by his uncle, containing a handmade teething stick for Candy.

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