Fuck You, Dragon Baldy

Director Huang clearly remembered the scene at the beginning of the semester when a violent intruder had stormed in, only to be subdued by Lin Mo.

There was also that time later when Lin Mo took on over a dozen thugs single-handedly.

Even though Lin Mo hadn’t acted last time, Director Huang had no doubt that Lin Mo alone could handle those troublemakers.

So when Lin Mo said what he did, Director Huang instinctively felt that if anyone could knock Coach Long flat on the ground, it would be him.

Director Huang lowered his voice and asked, "Are you sure Coach Long threw the first punch?"

"Everyone saw it. He tried to hit me, so I acted in self-defense to stop his assault."

Though Director Huang was technically part of the school’s logistics team, his responsibility for security meant his authority extended far beyond just administrative duties.

In this school, he managed not only students but also teachers—especially when it came to issues of professional ethics.

So Director Huang walked over to Coach Long, who had just been helped up, and frowned as he asked, "What exactly happened here?"

Coach Long covered his face, his words slurred from the swelling. "That Lin Mo! He assaulted a teacher!"

Despite Coach Long’s seniority, Director Huang had even more years under his belt. He snapped coldly, "Then why did he hit you? What did you do?"

Coach Long froze. He and Director Huang had known each other for years, but this was the first time he’d seen such an unyielding side of him.

Without another word to Coach Long, Director Huang walked over to Ma Li, who was sitting on the bench with Class Eight.

"Student, you must know what just happened, right?"

Director Huang’s friendly tone caught Ma Li off guard, and he nodded eagerly.

"Reporting, Director—I saw everything."

Ma Li glanced at Lin Mo, then at Coach Long.

Coach Long was glaring at him, his eyes practically screaming: If you dare say the wrong thing, forget about ever joining the school basketball team again.

That kind of pressure was too much for Ma Li to handle.

But then he looked down at his swollen ankle, now starting to heal, and something inside him hardened.

Screw the school basketball team. If it comes to it, I’ll just stick with Coach Jiang and focus on track and field!

Screw you, Baldy Long!

With that, Ma Li recounted everything—from Lei Qi’s dirty play that injured him, to how Lei Qi tried the same trick on Lin Mo only to have his leg bones crushed under Lin Mo’s foot.

Director Huang nodded, then walked over to the other court to ask if anyone had witnessed the incident.

Turns out, quite a few people had.

After all, Lei Qi’s agonized screams when his leg was broken had drawn everyone’s attention.

Director Huang returned to the scene.

Lei Qi, now injured, had already been carried off on a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance.

Director Huang pointed at Coach Long, Jiang Daming, and Lin Mo.

"I’ll report this to the school administration. But you, Coach Long—you’d better hope your version of events holds up."

Trying to hit a student in front of everyone when you’re clearly in the wrong? You’re something else.

And worst of all, you got your ass handed to you by the student.

Then he gestured toward the ambulance outside. "You’re the coach. Go check on that kid first."

The words were clearly directed at Coach Long, who, despite his fury, had no choice but to comply.

He also needed to get his story straight with Lei Qi.

Once Coach Long was gone, Lin Mo turned to the students from Class Two.

"So? Still wanna play?"

The Class Two players shook their heads helplessly.

"What’s the point? We’re already losing by so much. Forget it, we concede."

Their morale was shattered. There was no reason to continue.

Jiang Daming promptly declared Class Eight the winners.

Even Ma Li, still sitting on the bench, cheered excitedly.

"Lord Mo! I bow to you—please lead us to victory!"

Lin Mo raised a hand to stop him. "Don’t do that. How about you call me ‘Dad’ instead? Then I’ll carry my sons all the way to the championship."

The rest of the team exchanged glances—except for Su Mingzhao—before dropping to their knees in mock worship.

"Dad! Please!"

"Dad! We need your godly skills!"

......

Director Huang watched as Lin Mo was surrounded by his adoring teammates but said nothing. Instead, he walked over to Jiang Daming.

"Warn that kid. Crushing a student’s foot isn’t a big deal—it was a foul. But hitting a teacher? If this escalates to the school board, it’ll get messy."

Jiang Daming pursed his lips, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right. Lin Mo is ranked second in the entire school. Coach Long won’t be able to touch him."

Director Huang paused. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t know Lin Mo’s academic standing.

Even though the school’s top 100 rankings were posted at the entrance, he’d never paid much attention.

"If he’s second in the school, then it’s not a problem. Alright, for now, just take them back to class."

With that, Director Huang turned and left, giving Lin Mo a brief nod on his way out.

......

Back in the classroom, Ma Li’s injury immediately drew the attention of their classmates.

Soon, Lin Mo’s exploits were being retold—how Ma Li got hurt, how Lin Mo stepped in at the last moment and dominated the game.

But the real highlight was when Lin Mo shattered Lei Qi’s leg.

The class gasped in shock, and even Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but glance at Lin Mo’s foot.

"Are you okay?!"

Lin Mo turned and stomped his foot a couple of times. "Perfectly fine. That idiot tried to trip me, but he miscalculated and ended up with a broken leg."

Sure, Lin Mo might’ve baited him, but in basketball, you play to win.

I can taunt all I want—just don’t take the bait.

And then came the climax—Coach Long trying to hit Lin Mo, only to get sent flying with a single slap.

The way it was told, it was like something out of an epic tale.

The class erupted in awe.

"I’ve seen that Coach Long before. Dude’s terrifying—and bald too."

"But Lin Mo hit a teacher. Won’t he get in trouble?"

"Who cares? He’s still a minor. And that Coach Long was about to beat him up for no reason. Screw him."

The class unanimously agreed—Lin Mo wasn’t wrong.

The world was wrong!

No—Coach Long was wrong!

After the excitement died down, Su Mingzhao walked over to Ma Li’s seat and crouched beside him.

"Hey, I’m quitting the school basketball team. What about you?"

Ma Li sighed. "Obviously, I’m out too. Coach Long won’t let us off easy. Only downside is we won’t get to represent Guangba in games anymore."

He tried to sound casual, but there was still a hint of reluctance.

Still, Lin Mo had fixed his ankle without hesitation and led them to victory.

No way was he going to betray Lin Mo now.

Su Mingzhao acted indifferent, but Ma Li knew better—even after getting beaten before, Su Mingzhao had stayed with the team. But now...

Meanwhile, Director Huang sat in his office, having already reported the incident to the school administration.

As expected, the higher-ups didn’t care much. As long as Coach Long didn’t escalate things, Lin Mo would be fine.

And since Class Eight’s P.E. teacher was Jiang Daming, who specialized in track and field, there wouldn’t be any major issues.