I Suspect He Has a System

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----System: She understands! She understands! I can't give it!----

Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao walked arm in arm into the changing room.

They began changing clothes.

But let me tell you, Lin Mo also has a top-tier physique.

Lin Mo was the first to step out of the changing room,

wearing only a pair of swim trunks, his six-pack abs on full display—the perfect example of "lean in clothes, muscular when undressed."

Even the guys couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and give those abs a squeeze.

But Lin Mo brushed everyone aside and made his way to one of the hot spring pools.

The pools here varied in temperature.

Lin Mo glanced around—none of them looked particularly clean. Even though they were sanitized, disinfection wasn’t foolproof.

So Lin Mo manually purified all the pools using his spiritual energy,

ensuring everyone could soak comfortably.

Swimming and hot springs are breeding grounds for cross-infection.

Especially when someone pees in the water—it’s not the person exposed to the urine who’s at risk, but the one doing the peeing.

Lin Mo settled into a particularly hot pool,

submerging everything below his neck in the scalding water.

Fang Jun was a step behind. When he emerged, he saw Lin Mo already fully immersed.

"Whoa, Lao Mo, you’re fast! That pool’s crazy hot!"

"It’s fine. I can handle the heat."

"No way, I wouldn’t last in there."

With that, he headed straight for another pool.

The other guys soon followed.

Seeing Lin Mo and Fang Jun in separate pools,

one of them asked, "Which one’s more comfortable?"

"Definitely mine. Lao Mo’s is way too hot—this one’s just right."

Fang Jun seized the moment before the girls came out and added, "Listen, overheating isn’t good for men’s… you know."

Lin Mo chimed in, "As long as you’re not soaking in it frequently, it’s fine."

The other guys all joined Fang Jun’s pool.

Not that they were scared—just not heat-resistant, you know?

Those who get it, get it.

Lin Mo closed his eyes, savoring the heat.

At his level of physical cultivation, the minerals in the water couldn’t even penetrate his skin.

This was just a warm bath.

But a warm bath felt amazing.

Splash—someone else entered the water.

Lin Mo didn’t open his eyes. His spiritual sense told him it was one of the girls.

Women generally tolerate hotter water better.

Some of the girls chose the cooler pool instead.

A soft, concerned voice reached his ears, crisp and melodious.

"Are you okay?"

It was Jiang Yunlu.

Lin Mo opened his eyes. Jiang Yunlu, wearing an emerald-green frilled one-piece swimsuit, had settled beside him.

"I’m fine. Just soaking to ease the fatigue from today’s fishing."

Lin Mo rolled his shoulders, water droplets cascading down his arms.

Though they shared the same pool, a deliberate gap remained between them—close enough to converse, yet distant enough to avoid awkwardness.

Jiang Yunlu swirled the water with her fingers. "You must be exhausted after catching such a huge fish."

"It’s alright. A soak like this helps."

"But the fish tonight was delicious. I thought it’d be full of bones, but there weren’t any at all."

Lin Mo grinned. "Of course. I deboned every piece in the kitchen."

Another ripple disturbed the water as two more figures slipped in.

Chu Miaomiao took a seat on Lin Mo’s other side, also maintaining a respectful distance.

It seemed they’d coordinated—each leaving just enough space.

Lin Mo instinctively shifted toward the middle, suddenly feeling sandwiched between two fragrant, warm presences. The atmosphere grew subtly charged.

Xie Yuling sat on Chu Miaomiao’s other side.

The hot spring enveloped every inch of her skin, melting away the mountain chill until she nearly melted into the pool.

"What’re you all chatting about? Sounds lively."

Xie Yuling idly stirred the water, enjoying its caress.

"Nothing much. Just talking about the fish. I don’t usually like fish heads, but the meat tonight was great. The congee too."

Chu Miaomiao wasn’t much of a talker, but her enthusiastic nodding spoke volumes—she was fully engaged.

"So what’s for tomorrow?"

"No more fish. Let’s ask Fang Jun’s uncle about local delicacies."

On the other side of the springs, the guys huddled in small groups. Even through the steam, their gazes kept drifting over.

Admiring beauty was human nature, but tonight, they were here for a different kind of spectacle.

Yet the anticipated fireworks—the sharp exchanges, the unspoken tension—never materialized.

"What’s going on? This isn’t the script!" one guy muttered under his breath.

"Where’s the drama? I expected at least some verbal sparring," another grumbled.

But Lin Mo’s corner remained oddly peaceful, devoid of any brewing storm.

Lin Mo himself reclined against the pool’s edge, eyes shut, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents.

Everyone knew Lin Mo was close with Jiang Yunlu, Chu Miaomiao, and Xie Yuling.

For guys who knew these women were out of their league, spectating was the next best thing.

But this unexpected harmony, veiled in mist, became its own kind of attraction.

In the guys’ pool, Xia Ziqian cautiously whispered, "So what’s the deal with those three and Lin Mo?"

Others leaned in.

They’d noticed it earlier—those three barely interacted with anyone else on the trip except Lin Mo.

"Just friends being friends. Don’t overthink it," Fang Jun said dismissively.

But the others exchanged knowing looks.

"I believe that. Fang Yuan, you buying it?"

"Absolutely. Xiao Yan, you convinced?"

"Totally. I can even manifest a horse from battle energy!"

"Would you sooner believe I’m the First Emperor or believe this?"

"Fine, I’ll Venmo you 30 bucks. Can I at least get a general’s title?"

"Damn! That wild? Lin Mo’s got three stunning girls as ‘close friends’?"

The newcomers, unaware of Lin Mo’s reputation, were impressed.

Those who knew him just shook their heads.

"Lin Mo isn’t just good—he’s unreal. Cultivates and aces academics. Can’t beat him in a fight, can’t out-study him. Sometimes I wonder if he’s got a system."