Lin Mo lightly tapped his fingers on the table.
"That person isn't me."
Li Yan's expression remained unchanged as he calmly looked at Lin Mo.
"Proof?"
Lin Mo unlocked his phone, opened his social media feed, and handed it to Chen Xiaoya.
"Teacher, look—last week, my mom cooked a whole table of dishes for me."
Chen Xiaoya took the phone and froze instantly.
The post showed a lavish spread of dishes.
The caption read: Mom made so much delicious food for me again. Grateful heart, thankful for you.
Below it was Su Ziting's "like."
Chen Xiaoya took a deep breath.
"Lin Mo's parents passed away during his middle school years."
"What kind of sick joke is this?"
Lin Mo shook his head silently.
"And on Mid-Autumn Festival, I was having a barbecue with Fang Jun and the others, but his chat records show a family reunion."
Hearing this, Li Yan also sensed something was off.
He stood up and took the phone to examine it.
"Aside from public posts being accurate, all the private details about my schedule are wrong. For example, I often have dinner at Chu Miaomiao’s place on Friday nights, but this ‘me’ apparently leads a far more exciting life on Fridays."
Su Ziting paled at these words.
She seemed to realize she had made a mistake.
Lin Mo took a deep breath, glancing at Chen Xiaoya, then Li Yan, before finally settling his gaze on Su Ziting and her mother.
"At this point, it’s clear I’m the one who got screwed. So, Su Ziting, please delete that forum post and issue a clarification.
I thought rejecting someone privately wouldn’t hurt anyone. I never expected things to turn out like this.
But what’s done is done. We’re all victims here, so I’ll just head back to class now."
Without waiting for Li Yan or Chen Xiaoya to respond, Lin Mo turned and walked toward the meeting room door.
"Lin Mo!"
Su Ziting, her eyes still swollen from crying, suddenly called out.
Lin Mo stopped and looked back.
"Lin Mo... I’m sorry."
"Sure."
Lin Mo was still waiting to unlock his cyber cultivation powers—then he’d track down that bastard through the internet and drag him out personally!
......
The forum post was updated with a detailed explanation of what really happened.
Ironically, this made the post go viral.
Many rallied behind Lin Mo, condemning the injustice, though a few skeptics wondered if the school had pressured him into revising his story.
Still, the doubters were in the minority—rumors spread fast in school, and classmates from Class 3 stepped up to corroborate Lin Mo’s side.
Most of the backlash was directed at the impersonator.
Meanwhile, Class 8 was buzzing with laughter.
"Lin Mo, Lin Mo... first they imitate your face, then your noodles, and now they’re impersonating your account!"
Lin Mo sighed.
"What’s the point? Using my name to flirt, then egging her on to confess to me—what’s the endgame?"
Jiang Yunlu, standing nearby, analyzed, "I don’t get it either."
Lin Mo wasn’t sure himself. It was early in the semester, and the only person he’d clashed with so far was Su Mingzhao.
But when Lin Mo used his spiritual sense to observe Su Mingzhao using his phone, he noticed the guy didn’t even have WeChat.
In fact, he’d never had it.
Su Ziting’s chat logs showed most conversations happened during school hours, meaning the impersonator was someone who used their phone at school.
But they’d probably abandoned that account by now—tracking them down would be nearly impossible.
"Ugh, why do I have to complete some mission to get rewards? Can’t they just hand them over?"
[Host, stop whining and focus on your cultivation.]
Good—at least the system hadn’t gone AWOL.
With the matter settled, Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.
Lin Mo woke up at his usual school-hour time.
A sweep of his spiritual sense revealed Xie Yuling still asleep, hugging a fox plushie, her clothes slightly askew, revealing a glimpse of skin.
Retracting his senses, Lin Mo headed to school.
The municipal math Olympiad was a one-round event, with transportation provided by the school.
At the gate, he spotted Tong Dong, the school’s top-ranked student, munching on a potato roll.
Tong Dong nodded at him, and Lin Mo returned the gesture.
After a moment’s thought, Tong Dong walked over.
Holding up a fried dough stick, he asked, "Had breakfast? I’ve got extras."
Lin Mo declined politely.
"No thanks, I ate before coming."
"My alarm didn’t go off. If not for my internal clock, I’d have been late," Tong Dong said, eyeing the bus in the distance.
"Relax, if you missed the bus, the teachers would’ve called your house. You could’ve headed straight from home anyway."
The school just preferred centralized departures for convenience.
"True. Confident about today’s competition?"
Lin Mo smirked. "It’s just the city-level round. They won’t eliminate me here, right?"
"Fair point."
After finishing his breakfast, Tong Dong tossed the wrapper into a trash bin and followed Lin Mo to the assembly area.
A single bus was enough for all contestants.
The night before, Xie Yuling had gloated about quitting the Olympiad training class—no early-morning exams for her.
On the bus, everyone wore school uniforms, sitting with friends.
Lin Mo ended up beside Xue Zigui, who was buried in an Olympiad prep book, occasionally closing his eyes as if memorizing formulas.
Lin Mo nudged him.
"Hey, you’re disturbing me."
Xue Zigui blinked. "I’m not saying anything out loud."
"Your antics are disturbing my eyes. Stop cramming—math is either you know it or you don’t. Just relax."
Xue Zigui took a deep breath and nodded.
"You’re right."
Pulling out an MP3 player, he plugged in earbuds and started listening.
At first, Lin Mo assumed it was music—until his spiritual sense revealed the guy was listening to English audio drills.
Damn. This guy’s relentless.
The ride was short—just thirty minutes—before arriving at a middle school serving as the exam venue.
An ordinary school with only a junior high division, it was empty on weekends, repurposed for the competition.
Test slips had been distributed on the bus, with random seat assignments.
After climbing the stairs, everyone scattered to their assigned rooms.
On the way up, Xue Zigui patted Lin Mo’s arm.
"Good luck. Not that you’ll need it."
"You too. Try not to fail."
Xue Zigui nodded firmly before heading off.
Lin Mo found his exam room, already filled with students from other schools.
A single classroom held contestants from over a dozen different high schools.
But Lin Mo was from a top-tier school—a disciple of a major sect. The others should be looking up to him... or not.
Everyone had their own battles to fight.
Lin Mo placed his bag on the desk by the podium, took out his stationery, and sat down.
Soon, Tong Dong entered, spotted Lin Mo, nodded, and went to his seat.
Then the overhead speakers crackled to life.
"All contestants, please proceed to your assigned rooms promptly. The competition will begin shortly."