The two were pulled apart.
Of course, it was mainly Lin Mo who was dragged away.
Qi Tao lay on the ground, groaning in pain, feeling sore all over with even the slightest movement.
In contrast, Lin Mo stood there unharmed, aside from the bruise on his cheek.
Jiang Yunlu walked over, carefully examining the injury on Lin Mo’s face before saying hesitantly,
"Does your blood not clot well? Should you go to the hospital? If your platelet count is too low, even a light bump can cause bruising."
Lin Mo chuckled. "No need to worry. I did this on purpose."
With that, he stepped forward.
"Stop pretending. You don’t have a single injury, while I’m the one who got disfigured."
The badminton players from teams G1 and G2 nearby couldn’t help but glance at Lin Mo.
Everyone knew he could take on a whole gang of troublemakers without a scratch.
But no one spoke up—most of them disliked Qi Tao and his arrogant attitude anyway.
Of course, a few still thought Lin Mo had gone too far.
Like a girl named Ruan Ting.
She stepped forward indignantly.
"You were the one who started it. Senior Qi Tao was just defending himself, and you still pinned him down and kept hitting him."
Her words didn’t garner any agreement. Instead, the others gave her odd looks.
Lin Mo sneered. "Ah, Ruan Ting, right? I saw you earlier—getting awfully cozy with Qi Tao on the court. Let me guess, he was ‘teaching’ you how to swing, holding your hand and all?"
Ruan Ting’s face flushed red.
"He—he was just correcting my form!"
"Oh really? You’re already on the school team, and your form still isn’t right? I also heard you’ve been getting close to Wu Zhiheng—didn’t he even buy you that racket?"
Not many knew about Ruan Ting and Wu Zhiheng’s relationship.
Wu Zhiheng rarely came to the badminton courts, so most were unaware.
But now, Lin Mo had laid it all bare.
The looks directed at Ruan Ting grew even more judgmental.
This wasn’t the real world—most students found such behavior disgraceful.
Under their scrutiny, Ruan Ting abandoned Qi Tao, covering her face as she fled downstairs.
Lin Mo watched—one man on the ground, one girl running away.
He smirked. Wu Zhiheng ought to pay him for this—killing two birds with one stone.
Even a Kinder Surprise egg couldn’t satisfy him this much.
Wang Yiping had arrived earlier but could only sigh deeply at the scene.
"Lin Mo, fighting is wrong."
Lin Mo grinned innocently. "I wasn’t fighting. I was just throwing punches. He never specified the rules, and he hit me twice too—so this counts as mutual combat!"
With that, he kicked Qi Tao.
"Get up. If you don’t, I’ll beat you again. Either way, it’s mutual combat. Heard you’re getting a recommendation for university—what happens if that falls through?"
His smile was downright malicious, but Qi Tao had no choice. If this escalated, his recommendation would be revoked.
Though his body ached, there wasn’t a single visible bruise or scratch.
Compared to Lin Mo’s face, Qi Tao looked completely unharmed.
Lin Mo added bluntly, "If there’s a next time, I’ll wait till you’re off school grounds. And it won’t be as simple as today."
"Lin Mo!" Wang Yiping snapped, cutting him off.
Lin Mo shrugged. "Coach Wang, I’m a peaceful guy. But I hope certain people don’t follow in Lei Qi or that basketball coach’s footsteps."
Lei Qi hadn’t transferred yet, but he’d been keeping his head down.
As for that basketball coach—well, he wasn’t coming back.
Wang Yiping felt a chill at Lin Mo’s words.
Such a blatant threat should’ve been met with stern reprimand.
Yet, for some reason, he didn’t dare.
Coach Long’s accidental death hadn’t been linked to Lin Mo.
But his resignation? That was absolutely because of Lin Mo.
Everyone in the sports department knew it.
So they all understood—don’t provoke Lin Mo.
Especially since Director Huang from student affairs backed him, and even the principal favored him.
As for Qi Tao? Just a sports scholarship student.
He already had his recommendation—if he made it big later, Guangba High could ride his coattails.
But if the school wanted funding or academic prestige?
They needed top students.
So Wang Yiping couldn’t afford to antagonize Lin Mo either.
In the end, he just turned to Qi Tao.
"Qi Tao, go rest for now."
Qi Tao glared hatefully at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo stepped closer. "Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out."
The lingering pain made Qi Tao shudder. Without even daring to glance at Jiang Yunlu, he turned and left.
Lin Mo spat disdainfully.
"Pathetic coward."
The other boys watched Qi Tao’s retreating figure with schadenfreude.
Girls could spot a fake sweetheart.
But guys could spot scum too—especially the kind like Qi Tao, who made a habit of poaching others’ girlfriends. A real Cao Cao in the making.
Wang Yiping didn’t bother intervening further, choosing to walk away and let the matter drop.
Jiang Yunlu ignored the others, pulling Lin Mo aside.
From her badminton bag, she pulled out a small first-aid kit.
"You carry medicine with you?"
Inside were iodine, bandages, patches, and spray.
"After I sprained my ankle last time, my dad packed this for me. Said it’d come in handy."
She dabbed some medicated oil—bought by her father from a Chinatown overseas—onto Lin Mo’s bruise.
The ointment worked wonders, but it was a rare formula, hard to find domestically.
Truthfully, Lin Mo had faked the injury. It didn’t hurt at all and would vanish with a simple illusion.
But with the girl already fussing over him, he couldn’t refuse.
The gentle swipes of the cotton bud felt nice anyway.
"Can you not fight next time?"
"I could. But I didn’t feel like playing badminton with that guy, so I beat him up instead. Stealing someone’s girlfriend—that’s unforgivable, right?"
At that, Jiang Yunlu froze, her cheeks turning pink.
Girlfriend?
Lin Mo glanced down at the blushing girl and realized she’d misunderstood.
He’d meant Ruan Ting.
But explaining would only make things worse.
Better to just enjoy the impromptu first aid.
As for the bruise? He’d make it disappear later with a simple trick.
After all, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
And now, a Golden Core seemed within reach.
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?"
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.”
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
