So the Hooligan is Actually a Cultivator

Sunday evening self-study session.

After the monthly exams, everyone was anxiously awaiting their results.

The wait was a mix of anticipation and dread.

After all, the standards at this prestigious high school were exceptionally high—so high that everyone essentially started on equal footing.

Those who had been top performers in their junior high schools now faced a complete reshuffling of rankings, where even the slightest weakness would become glaringly obvious.

This sudden shift in standing was hard for many to accept.

Some students compared answers, while others deliberately shut out the world, burying themselves in their work.

Some focused on homework, others on studying.

And those who shouldn’t have been playing around? Well, they kept playing around.

But the scores wouldn’t be released until tomorrow—today, they were likely still being compiled.

Since this was an internal school exam, the results would be ranked across the entire grade. The homeroom teachers’ task was to filter out their own students’ scores, organize them into spreadsheets, and print them out.

Lin Mo’s spiritual sense could detect several homeroom teachers in the office recording grades.

Though, these teachers were also on duty today.

Chen Xiaoya wasn’t on duty, so she was probably at home, receiving the scores and sorting them.

Jiang Yunlu suddenly asked, "Lin Mo, how do you think you did?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment. "Not bad, I guess. All nine subjects went fine—I should score at least 800."

That was actually an understatement.

By his own calculations, he was easily above 950.

But boasting too much could lead to embarrassment.

Jiang Yunlu nodded.

"I might lose points in history and politics."

"No worries, just choose the science track then—no more history or politics."

The new college entrance exam system, which would blur the lines between arts and sciences, was still years away.

By then, the era of mixed-class scheduling would begin.

But for now, the division between arts and sciences remained, at least until Lin Mo entered university.

Just then, Lin Mo’s mind stirred—he sensed a familiar spiritual imprint approaching.

Ah.

It was that man from the KTV.

Planting a spiritual mark had definitely been the right move.

Lin Mo hadn’t even gone after him yet, and here these people were, coming to him first.

Might as well multitask—split his focus and use his spiritual sense to see what they were up to.

Were they planning to ambush him again? How predictable.

His spiritual sense extended outward.

Outside the school gates.

Five people stood together—several men in dress shirts and suits, alongside a girl who looked slightly older than a student.

The reason she seemed older? Her skin wasn’t great, though she wore a blue-and-white school uniform.

At a glance, she could pass for a high schooler.

But a quick scan with his spiritual sense revealed the truth—darkened nether regions, rough skin hidden under thick makeup.

She looked more like someone from the nightlife industry.

"I’ll point out who you need to approach. Once you see him, go straight up and grab his arm. You know what to say and do—no need for me to spell it out, right?"

The girl gave Brother Quan a coquettish eye-roll.

"Don’t worry, Brother Quan. Once I’m on the job, he won’t get away."

Brother Quan smirked coldly. "Better not disappoint me. I want that kid ruined—at the very least, I need an excuse to beat him up."

The group was armed—one had a wrench, another a short club, and one even carried a folding knife in his pocket.

After what happened on Friday, Brother Quan had recognized the school uniforms Lin Mo and his friends wore. Just a bunch of students.

Time to teach them how cruel the world could be.

They’d all applied light makeup—once the beating was done, they’d scatter. Good luck tracking them down.

Plus, with the rumors they’d spread, that kid would never hold his head high in school again.

The group loitered near the convenience store across the street, waiting patiently.

After grasping their plan through his spiritual sense, Lin Mo stood up and walked to the back of the classroom.

Class monitor Ma Ruixiang considered stopping him, but Lin Mo’s reputation in class was too high, so he turned a blind eye—just cautiously glancing out the window to make sure no duty teacher spotted them.

Lin Mo reached Fang Jun’s seat.

Fang Jun, who’d been copying homework, immediately looked up.

"What’s up, Lao Mo?"

"Remember that guy who barged into our KTV room on Friday?"

Fang Jun nodded instantly.

"Yeah, the one who tried to drag people to his own room."

Hearing this, the idle boys at the back perked up.

"Details."

Fang Jun recounted the incident.

Gao Yuanqiang, who’d been playing with his phone, immediately asked, "And then? After kicking them out, that was it?"

Fang Jun glanced at Lin Mo—clearly, he knew Lin Mo had something else in mind.

"I spotted them when I came to school today."

Fang Jun frowned.

"So they recognized our uniforms. What now?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"Exactly. They recognized our uniforms. The key point is—I overheard them planning to make a move on us tonight. So I’m asking you guys—want to do me a solid? I’ll treat everyone to late-night snacks."

Someone asked, "How many are there?"

"Four or five, all armed. I’m planning to tip off the school security. You guys just need to back me up."

Lin Mo added, "If it comes to a fight, I’ll handle it myself. You just need to be witnesses."

Sports enthusiast Ma Li cut in without hesitation, "No way. The legend of Lin Mo taking on a dozen guys single-handedly is already out there. Time for us to have some fun too."

"Hey, don’t go overboard. I’m planning to call the cops—these guys won’t hold up under interrogation. So don’t hit too hard."

Lin Mo just needed a group of "witnesses."

Truthfully, he could handle these guys alone.

But when it came to slander, fighting back with words was pointless—better to crush it outright.

You want to frame me?

Fine, let’s send you straight to jail—with all of us as witnesses. Who’d believe your rumors then?

As the saying goes, "Three men make a tiger," but Lin Mo had home-field advantage.

That’s why he needed a crowd.

After all, he was Lin Mo-sama!

They quickly divided tasks—some would borrow gear from security, others would act as bystanders to block escape routes.

As for Lin Mo? Main DPS, of course.

Once the plan was set, the boys at the back rubbed their hands in anticipation, counting down to dismissal.

Honestly, when it wasn’t about studying, they were up for anything.

When Lin Mo returned to his seat, Jiang Yunlu asked curiously, "What’s going on?"

"After school, don’t get in the car right away. Stick around and watch a show, okay?"

At the word "show," Jiang Yunlu blinked.

Then, glancing at the excited boys at the back, she nodded.

Ready for the performance about to unfold.