The advantage of having more people is instant suppression.
Lin Mo was wearing his school uniform, so the security team didn’t lay a hand on him. Instead, they immediately restrained the others.
At that moment, Lin Mo also extracted the remaining sleeping pills from Fang Jun’s system.
Fang Jun quickly woke up.
“What the—how did I sleep so deeply?”
Lin Mo pointed at Ming, who was pinned to the ground.
“This guy slipped sleeping pills into our drinks.”
“Huh?!” Fang Jun wanted to check the bottle on the table, but it was already gone.
“Then how are you fine?”
Lin Mo shrugged. “If I knew he drugged us, why would I fall for it?”
“Then why didn’t you warn me?”
“If I had, you wouldn’t have acted convincingly.”
That one sentence shut Fang Jun up.
Though Fang Jun didn’t ask how he woke up so quickly.
Or rather, he didn’t get the chance—because a dark figure charged over, already unbuckling his belt, ready to whip him like a spinning top.
“Dad! Dad! Pa! Please! Hold on!”
Fang Jun tried to awaken his father’s paternal instincts, but it seemed futile.
As Fang Jun’s good friend, Lin Mo had met Fang Mingcong in his past life.
Back then, Fang Mingcong hadn’t approved of Fang Jun hanging out with him.
Strictly speaking, Lin Mo had been categorized as a bad influence back then.
But now, things were different.
Lin Mo reached out and grabbed Fang Mingcong’s wrist.
“Uncle, calm down. Beating your son in public could give him psychological trauma.”
Fang Mingcong tried to exert force, but somehow, he couldn’t overpower Lin Mo.
Though he wasn’t as tall as Lin Mo, his broad shoulders and thick waist meant he shouldn’t have been weaker.
Yet, against Lin Mo’s grip, he couldn’t even swing his belt down.
After giving Lin Mo a long look, Fang Mingcong finally eased up.
Lin Mo let go.
The beating was avoided, but a scolding wasn’t.
Still, Fang Mingcong only glared at Fang Jun before forcing a stiff smile at Lin Mo.
“So you’re Lin Mo, the one Fang Jun’s always talking about.”
Lin Mo studied Fang Mingcong carefully.
Square-jawed, still relatively young—his hair would turn half-white in a few years, giving him an even more imposing presence.
But Lin Mo still greeted him politely.
“Hello, Uncle. I’m Lin Mo.”
Fang Jun shot Lin Mo a grateful look.
Thankfully, he’d always bragged to his dad about how Lin Mo was the top student in their school, the first-place winner in the Math Olympiad, and so on.
Straight-A students naturally carried an aura that made other parents envious.
At least in their eyes, good grades meant the kid couldn’t be that bad.
Pure stereotype.
“Since the place we went for lunch was far, we couldn’t make it back for the school’s nap time, so we came here instead.”
Lin Mo offered an explanation, and Fang Mingcong nodded amiably.
“Balance is important. No problem. But you—” He turned to Fang Jun. “Tell me what’s going on!”
Lin Mo stepped forward and pointed at Ming on the floor.
“I already suspected this guy was shady. If I’m right, their phones probably still have the chat logs.”
The security team had already confiscated the phones.
Fang Mingcong picked one up and checked.
Sure enough, he found records of scam schemes and even a kidnapping plan.
Most impressively, Fang Jun had managed to swindle over two thousand from these guys—a move that even Fang Mingcong had to admire.
“You’re pretty slick, turning the tables on them.”
Fang Jun scratched his head sheepishly.
“That was all Lin Mo’s idea. I didn’t expect to get so much out of them.”
Lin Mo glanced at the phone and said, “Uncle, Fang Jun and I only skipped one class. We’ll leave the rest to you. We should get back to school now.”
“Wait, when did you get permission to skip? I can just leave too?”
Lin Mo had already texted Chen Xiaoya for leave—getting approval, even for Fang Jun, was a breeze.
Fang Mingcong looked around and nodded.
“Go ahead. Lin Mo, drop by our place sometime. With you around Fang Jun, we worry a lot less.”
The genius halo really worked wonders.
Lin Mo agreed, exchanged a few pleasantries, and dragged Fang Jun away.
At the foot of the building, they spotted Fang Zuodong, his face swollen, trembling on the side.
When Fang Zuodong saw Fang Jun, he hurried over.
“Little bro, I swear I wasn’t planning to kidnap you! I’d never—”
Fang Jun cut him off.
“I know. You don’t have the guts. Just give me and my buddy a discount next time we come to your internet café.”
“Discount? It’s free! Drinks on the house!” Fang Zuodong thumped his chest—only to get smacked on the back of the head.
“You still think this dump of a café is staying open?!”
“Uncle, this place is a paradise for kids! I’m protecting their heaven!”
Another smack.
“Heaven? How about I send you there? Learning all the wrong things—”
As Fang Zuodong endured slap after slap, Lin Mo and Fang Jun made their exit.
Walking down the street, Fang Jun exhaled in relief.
“Thank god you were there. I’d have gotten my ass beat otherwise. Though I’ll probably still catch hell at home.”
Parents from the ‘70s had one default parenting method: beat first, ask later.
Most of them weren’t highly educated, so they stuck to what they knew.
“Nah. You didn’t lose out, and you didn’t do anything too bad. Worst case, you’ll just get yelled at.”
“Hope so. Either way, my friend, you’re my human shield. I’m blaming everything on you.”
Lin Mo laughed. “Fine. Just hope your mom doesn’t poison me when I come over for dinner.”
“She wouldn’t. You’re the school’s top student, after all.”
Arm in arm, they headed back to school.
With Lin Mo’s face as their pass, the security guard smiled and let them through without question.
Back in class, the chemistry teacher was explaining the reaction equation between aluminum oxide and acid.
When Lin Mo knocked and entered, the teacher didn’t bat an eye—after all, Lin Mo aced chemistry.
As Lin Mo sat down, Jiang Yunlu leaned over, whispering curiously, “What took you guys so long?”
“Saving the world.”
Hearing the ridiculous excuse, Jiang Yunlu crossed her arms and huffed.
“Whatever. Keep your secrets.”
The girl turned away, pretending not to care—though she’d get the full story from Fang Jun after class.
Lin Mo knew exactly what she was thinking, but he didn’t care. He just focused on the lesson.
Studying was important, okay?
Study hard, aim high.
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