Jiang Yunlu held two medals in her hand.
After stepping off the stage, she handed the gold medal to Lin Mo.
"Here, this is yours now."
"Heh, thank you for the reward, Your Majesty!" Lin Mo said in a deliberately exaggerated voice.
Jiang Yunlu couldn't help but slap Lin Mo's arm, though she didn’t use much force.
The gold medals all looked the same, with no real distinction.
After all, the school sports meet wasn’t the Olympics, and everything was uniformly purchased by the school.
Next up was the awards ceremony for the soccer event.
The soccer event had a small trophy instead of a gold medal.
This award had nothing to do with Class 8, as they had been eliminated in the first round.
Finally came the awards for basketball.
These were also trophies, not medals.
Each class sent a representative to collect the award.
Lin Mo glanced at Ma Li, signaling for him to go up.
But Ma Li and the others were huddled in the back row, waving their hands at Lin Mo.
Their message was clear: You go up instead.
Well, well, so they’re all chickening out now.
Though, to be fair, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Lin Mo scanned the group, but the basketball players all stayed rooted in place.
If it had been a group effort, they would’ve jostled their way up together.
But since only one person was needed, they unanimously elected Lin Mo.
So Lin Mo went up again.
Shen Zhongping, seeing Lin Mo return, was already used to it.
The host glanced at the cue card and said directly, "Lin Mo, you might as well stay up here and collect the tug-of-war championship trophy too."
Oh, so that’s how they’re playing it.
And just like that, Lin Mo descended the stage holding two trophies.
After that, there was nothing left for Class 8 or Lin Mo to do.
Once all the awards were handed out, it was time for performances.
Clubs like the dance club, street dance club, and drama club each took the stage to showcase their talents.
After the performances, Shen Zhongping delivered the closing speech.
Then, the first and second-year students were free to leave.
As for the third-years?
Well, as the saying goes—third-years have no rights.
-------System: Feed me peanuts! I need screen time-------
Tianhu Road, Tianhu Restaurant.
Inside a private room.
"Boss Zhu, I really can’t understand why you didn’t act back then."
Zhu Ligang leaned back in his chair with a gloomy expression, a glass of Wuliangye in his hand.
He took a sip, then spat on the floor.
"That damn secretary of hers messed everything up, ruined my plans. But I dealt with him. Still, Boss Jiang, you’ve got to help me out here."
Sitting across from Zhu Ligang was a man in a tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of sophistication.
But there was a hint of malice in his demeanor—the classic "wolf in sheep’s clothing" type.
Jiang Beihe chuckled lightly. "Of course I’ll help you, Boss Zhu. Helping you is helping myself, after all."
Zhu Ligang let out a sinister laugh.
"I just want that little vixen. As for the shares, I’ll take half, and you can have the other half. That’ll give us both enough leverage."
Jiang Beihe nodded.
"Naturally. And with you joining our company, Boss Zhu, our collaboration will be even stronger."
He raised his glass as he spoke.
The two clinked their glasses together.
A moment later, someone pushed the door open.
Jiang Beihe’s secretary leaned in and whispered something in his ear.
"Mm, got it. Bring the items in first," he replied.
The female secretary nodded and left the room.
Zhu Ligang eyed the conservatively dressed, unremarkable secretary and couldn’t resist asking, "Boss Jiang, your secretary doesn’t seem like the usual type."
"This secretary is for work, not for play. The other kind are a dime a dozen, but capable ones are rare."
"Heh, true. The ones who can work are rare, and the ones who can work and work are even rarer."
Soon, the secretary returned with a box.
She placed it in front of Zhu Ligang before quietly exiting again.
"What’s this?"
Zhu Ligang opened the box without hesitation. Inside lay an ordinary-looking water bottle.
"What is this?"
He knew it wasn’t just plain water.
"It’s the latest knockout drug, imported from overseas. One bottle costs around 50,000 to 60,000. The price isn’t the issue—it’s just hard to get your hands on."
Zhu Ligang picked it up, examining it.
"No instructions? How do you use it? Cover the mouth? Drink it? Or what?"
"Just spray it in their face with an alcohol bottle. They’ll be out for half an hour, completely at your mercy."
"Half an hour’s not enough. I’m a beast—I need at least an hour."
"Then spray them again."
The two burst into the kind of laughter only villains could muster.
Then, Jiang Beihe added, "Boss Zhu, I hope you don’t mess up this time. Time’s running out—the bidding for that project is starting soon, and I need enough control."
"No problem. With this little treasure, it’ll work for sure."
"Then I’ll be waiting for good news."
Jiang Beihe wiped his mouth. "Boss Zhu, I have some business to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. Enjoy your meal—I’ll settle the bill."
Without waiting for a response, he headed downstairs.
The moment Jiang Beihe left, Zhu Ligang’s expression darkened.
"So, the real culprit is you."
From Zhu Ligang’s mouth came two voices—one youthful and crisp, the other his own.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo stood inside a luxurious penthouse.
A curvaceous woman lay unconscious on the sofa.
Lin Mo calmly removed a painting from the master bedroom wall, revealing a safe behind it.
Divine Ability—Transference.
The power to move objects without touch.
Lin Mo effortlessly retrieved a stack of documents and ledgers from the safe.
After skimming through them, he headed straight to the nearest copy shop.
Once everything was duplicated, he returned the originals to the safe.
The copied materials were neatly packed and placed inside Chu Miaomiao’s mailbox.
With that, Lin Mo’s work here was done.
The reason he didn’t deal with Jiang Beihe directly was to leave the revenge for Chu Lintian.
If you were seeking vengeance, would you prefer a cosmic weapon to obliterate your enemy, or the satisfaction of dragging them to hell with your own hands?
If it were Lin Mo, he’d choose the latter.
Because it’s far more satisfying.
So he left that satisfaction for Chu Lintian.
After all, both Chu sisters had protective charms to keep them safe.
Leaving Chu Miaomiao’s neighborhood, Lin Mo checked the time.
It was still early, so he returned to his rented apartment to cultivate.
Back in his room, two medals hung on the wall.
One was from Jiang Yunlu, and the other was the one he’d kept for himself.
The remaining two had gone to Chu Miaomiao and Xie Yuling.
As a master of balance, he had to distribute the rewards fairly.
Just as he sat down, his phone rang.
It was Fang Jun.
"Old Mo, help! Get over here now!"