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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
