The World's Best Top Laner Brother Bin

“Now that you’re such a big deal, Tsinghua and Peking University must be fighting over you.”

Feng Binbin said, “I never would’ve guessed my little bro was this smart.”

Lin Mo simply grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed on it.

“I’m not planning to go to Tsinghua or Peking University. I want to stay here in Yangcheng. It’ll be less of a hassle to come back home later.”

At that, Second Grandaunt stopped with her chopsticks midway to her mouth.

She hadn’t received much education, but she had certainly heard of Tsinghua and Peking University.

If anyone in the village got accepted into one of them, the firecrackers would be set off from one end of the village to the other.

So she couldn’t help speaking up.

“No, that won’t do. You have to go to the best school you can. That’s the only way to get ahead.”

Before Lin Mo could say anything, Feng Binbin spoke first.

“I think Fishy’s idea makes perfect sense. Guangdong has plenty of good schools too, and with his brain, he’ll do well wherever he goes. He must have his own plans.”

Second Grandaunt looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo put a piece of chicken into her bowl.

“Second Grandaunt, I’m not making a random choice. Staying in the province still gives me plenty of opportunities, and it’ll be more convenient to come home. If there’s a genuinely good path, I won’t deliberately take the long way around.”

Lin Mo had no intention of becoming a researcher, so it didn’t really matter which university he attended.

For that matter, it didn’t even matter to him whether he went to university at all. But making up for the regrets of his past life was still his goal for the time being.

Second Grandaunt knew that both of her grandsons had their own opinions and ideas.

She didn’t understand university rankings or the prospects of different majors.

But she could tell that Lin Mo wasn’t being stubborn or avoiding going far away.

He was taking the family into consideration.

“As long as you’ve thought it through, that’s fine. Just don’t shortchange yourself.”

She didn’t try to persuade him anymore and simply urged both grandsons to eat.

“It’s very hard for me to shortchange myself.” Lin Mo looked at Feng Binbin. “Usually, I’m the one who makes other people suffer instead.”

Feng Binbin’s hand froze as he reached for a dish. “Could you not look at me when you say that?”

“Whoever responds is the one who suffers.”

“You little vermicelli.”

After the three of them finished eating, Second Grandaunt cleared the table and refused to let them help.

Lin Mo and Feng Binbin had no choice but to carry the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen door before being chased out.

“Go upstairs and put your things away. Stop getting in the way here.”

Elderly people in the countryside often acted like this, and Lin Mo and Feng Binbin didn’t argue. They went back upstairs.

Lin Mo entered his room, put down his things, and then grabbed Feng Binbin by the arm.

Feng Binbin was yanked so hard that he nearly slammed into the doorframe.

“What are you doing? It’s New Year’s—don’t ambush me.”

Lin Mo left the door ajar and asked, “Didn’t you say before that your uncles were helping pay for your university education?”

Feng Binbin leaned against the desk, the joking expression on his face fading a little.

“Yeah.”

His financial situation wasn’t good, so part of his tuition and living expenses had to come from his uncles.

He actually thought his uncles were helping him for his own good, but Lin Mo knew that wasn’t the case. After their previous conversation, Feng Binbin had clearly given it some thought too.

And Lin Mo’s words had made sense. A debt of gratitude was still a debt of gratitude; it was impossible to pretend it didn’t exist.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t even used all the money you gave me last time. Besides, I’m working part-time now and can make money. By the time school starts, I won’t need their support anymore.”

Feng Binbin made it sound easy, but Lin Mo knew all too well how much a university student could earn from part-time work.

Handing out flyers, tutoring, working hourly shifts at restaurants—after exhausting yourself for an entire day, you still wouldn’t make much.

If he neglected his major courses and missed out on opportunities just to scrape together a few thousand yuan for tuition, it simply wouldn’t be worth it.

“But you won’t be able to put together your tuition that quickly.”

Lin Mo opened his backpack and took out a stack of cash.

The bills were neatly bundled. At a rough glance, there seemed to be ten thousand yuan.

“Take it.”

Feng Binbin stared blankly for two seconds.

“Damn, did you rob a bank again?”

“What do you mean, ‘again’? You said that last time too, and now you’re saying it again.”

Lin Mo pushed the money toward him. “It’s prize money. Use it to pay your tuition first.”

Feng Binbin didn’t reach for it.

Lin Mo continued, “With this money, you won’t have to worry about what other people think anymore. Whether you want to take a part-time job or not will be up to you. Whether you want to join a project will be up to you too. Don’t let anyone control you just because they’re paying your tuition.”

Feng Binbin understood what he meant.

His uncles were helping him financially because they wanted Feng Binbin to work for them at their construction company in the future. It might only amount to a few thousand yuan a year, but they could bring it up for the rest of his life—and use it to bind him for the rest of his life.

They gave him money today, and then they could bring it up every New Year and holiday.

Feng Binbin didn’t know this yet, but Lin Mo knew perfectly well what would happen if his cousin went to help them. He would end up handling every big and small matter, while receiving little pay and having few prospects.

In that case, he might as well give Feng Binbin the freedom to choose for himself.

Feng Binbin understood exactly what Lin Mo was trying to say.

But he still pushed the money back.

“This is your money.”

“I have more.”

“That’s your business.”

Feng Binbin said, “Do you really think I can’t earn less than seven thousand yuan in a year?”

Lin Mo looked at him.

“You can, but your priority at university should be studying, not selling your time. If you sacrifice your studies just to make money from part-time work, you’ll be putting the cart before the horse.”

Feng Binbin raised his hand and smacked Lin Mo on the head without the slightest hesitation.

“You little brat. You’re already lecturing me now?”

Lin Mo rubbed his head. “Hitting the world’s number one is against the law.”

“Give me a break.”

Feng Binbin shoved the money back into his hands. “I know what I’m doing. Keep the money for yourself, or give it to Second Grandaunt. She’s even more reluctant to spend money than I am.”

It was obvious that Feng Binbin had his own pride.

Lin Mo didn’t force him. The World Cup was coming up anyway. When the time came, he could help Feng Binbin make some money.

Everyone knew that the one thing a person reborn absolutely had to remember was the World Cup scores.

With those scores, they had the capital to leverage everything.

For a reborn person not to bet on the World Cup was like wearing fine clothes while walking through the night.

Of course, someone like Lin Mo didn’t need to place bets himself.

But he could use this opportunity to help Feng Binbin.

Lin Mo glanced at Feng Binbin.

“Fine. If you don’t want it, forget it.”

Feng Binbin let out a sigh of relief and went back to being insufferable.

“That’s more like it. Your cousin is a man with principles, after all.”

Lin Mo nodded. “Yeah. Your principles are solid. It’s just your wallet that’s weak.”

“Say that again?”

“I said your future is bright.”

“You’d better mean that.”

After the two of them bickered for a while, Second Grandaunt finished putting everything away downstairs.

“I’m going to heat some water. You should get some rest.”

With that, Feng Binbin went downstairs.

Lin Mo sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped his backpack with his fingers.

By his estimate, his uncle would be released from prison soon.

His uncle had originally taken the blame for someone else. It was even possible that he had been connected to Feng Binbin’s maternal uncles.

Lin Mo felt that he now had the ability to change things, so he couldn’t let his uncle remain too closely tied to those people.

He had to take a different path.

When the opportunity arose, he would deal with those people as well.

They were all ticking time bombs.