In the teacher's office.
Chen Xiaoya looked at the love letter in Lin Mo's hand and asked repeatedly,
"Lin Mo, are you really not involved with this Su Ziting?"
"I'll say it for the N+1th time—I only met her yesterday and just learned her name. My classmates can vouch for me."
Then, the homeroom teacher of Class 3 also turned to the group of girls.
"Are you sure Lin Mo and Su Ziting have known each other for a long time? And that they were aware of each other's names?"
The group of girls who had followed them all nodded.
One of them, who seemed to have a closer relationship with the teachers, spoke up voluntarily,
"We’ve all seen the chat logs between Su Ziting and Lin Mo with our own eyes, so we’re certain they knew each other."
Lin Mo turned to Chen Xiaoya.
"Teacher, do you have WeChat?"
Chen Xiaoya nodded, took out her phone, and opened WeChat.
WeChat was gradually gaining popularity, mainly because of its voice message feature and the automatic friend search through contacts.
Most importantly, it was simple and clean.
So Chen Xiaoya had downloaded it too.
Lin Mo recited his phone number, but when Chen Xiaoya entered it, no user appeared.
"So that person isn’t me—or rather, someone is impersonating me."
Lin Mo shrugged helplessly.
Then, he turned to the Class 3 homeroom teacher.
"Regardless, we need to bring the other party involved in this matter here for a confrontation, especially since the school forum has already painted me as a scumbag.
I don’t plan on dating anyone, but this kind of image not only humiliates me but also tarnishes the school’s reputation."
Chen Xiaoya studied Lin Mo carefully.
From outside Class 3 to now, Lin Mo had remained calm and composed.
As his homeroom teacher, Chen Xiaoya had always held a high opinion of Lin Mo.
Moreover, she had noticed that Jiang Yunlu and Lin Mo had a good relationship.
Jiang Yunlu was so pretty—if Lin Mo really wanted to date someone, why would he look elsewhere?
Add to that all the good things Lin Mo had done for the class and his classmates, Chen Xiaoya was actually on his side.
"Teacher Ye, why don’t you bring that Su Ziting student here first, and we can talk things through properly?"
Lin Mo thought for a moment and added,
"Make sure she brings her phone so we can see what messages that impersonator sent."
Just then, the class bell rang.
Lin Mo glanced at the students rushing outside.
"Teacher, I should go back to class. If she arrives and we can start the confrontation, just call me."
Chen Xiaoya waved her hand.
"Alright, go back to class for now."
The girls also returned to Class 3.
Once the students had left, the Class 3 homeroom teacher sighed.
"Ah, they’re only in their first year of high school—how did things escalate to this point? Even love letters are involved."
Chen Xiaoya, meanwhile, opened the school forum and found the post in question.
By now, the post had been pushed to the top of the forum. Though not pinned, it was clear that nearly everyone was watching this drama unfold.
After reading it, Chen Xiaoya also sighed.
"Teacher Ye, you should call that girl back to school first."
"I know. I’m just worried this might reach the disciplinary office."
At that moment, the internal phone on Chen Xiaoya’s desk rang.
She picked it up.
"Teacher Chen, come to the disciplinary office. Also, inform Teacher Ye from Class 3."
"Ah, alright."
Chen Xiaoya hung up and looked at Teacher Ye.
"No need to worry anymore—it’s already reached them."
......
After class, a group of students gathered around Lin Mo.
"Hey, Lao Mo, we think someone’s impersonating you to flirt with girls. And that guy’s really shameless—he even encouraged someone to confess to you."
Fang Jun suddenly lowered his voice.
"Do you think Qin Ran is behind this?"
Lin Mo immediately shook his head.
"According to those girls, that person has been in contact with Su Ziting since the start of the semester, so it can’t be Qin Ran."
Lin Mo didn’t elaborate further, but he suspected it might be someone from his own class.
Then again, he had already stolen the spotlight during military training, so it might not necessarily be a classmate.
By the fourth period, Chen Xiaoya suddenly appeared at the classroom door.
"Lin Mo, come with me."
Lin Mo nodded, stood up from his seat, and followed Chen Xiaoya out under everyone’s watchful eyes.
Walking down the hallway, Lin Mo spoke first.
"Has she arrived, Teacher?"
"Yes, but the poor girl’s eyes are swollen from crying."
Lin Mo shrugged.
"I’m the one being framed here. And it’s not like I can just agree to her confession just to stop her from crying—that wouldn’t be fair to either of us."
"Wait, five people?" Chen Xiaoya blinked in confusion.
"Teacher, you misheard. I said it wouldn’t be fair to any of us."
Chen Xiaoya led Lin Mo to the conference room.
Not only was Su Ziting there, but her mother had also come along.
Most likely, Su’s mother had noticed something was off with her daughter, and after receiving the call from the school, she decided to accompany her.
However, Su’s mother wasn’t the type Lin Mo had imagined—someone who would slap him the moment she saw him.
Instead, she kept studying Lin Mo carefully.
Meanwhile, Li Yan looked sternly at Lin Mo as he entered.
"Lin Mo, regarding this matter, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Having been reborn, Lin Mo was no longer just a student.
He wasn’t in a hurry to defend himself.
Instead, he calmly turned to Su Ziting.
"Su Ziting, your friends told me that I added you on WeChat a long time ago. Is that true?"
From the moment she entered, Su Ziting had kept her head down, avoiding Lin Mo’s gaze.
But when he asked her directly, she nodded faintly.
"Then did this ‘me’ ever send you voice messages?"
Su Ziting shook her head.
Lin Mo raised a finger.
"That’s the first inconsistency. Now, can I see the chat logs?"
Li Yan frowned.
"I asked you to explain yourself, not to look for inconsistencies."
"Director Li, without finding inconsistencies, my explanations would just be empty words, wouldn’t they? Besides, I want to know who’s impersonating me."
Li Yan had to admit Lin Mo had a point.
He turned to Su’s mother.
"Madam, as Lin Mo said, there are indeed many questionable aspects to this matter."
Su’s mother nodded.
"I also want to know the truth. But if my daughter was wronged, I won’t let this slide."
As she spoke, she gave Lin Mo a sharp look.
A tough opponent.
As the saying goes, the quietest dogs bite the hardest—real tough players never waste time on empty threats.
So Su Ziting’s phone was handed over.
Lin Mo took it and immediately saw the red exclamation mark at the bottom of the chat, along with the message: You are no longer friends.
He didn’t bother scrolling through the usual chats.
Instead, he went straight to the Moments feed.
After a quick glance, he was certain—this person was absolutely impersonating him.
Then, he checked the chat logs from specific dates.
Once he was done, he put the phone down.

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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