Personality is still quite important.
An introverted person might have one or two close friends,
but such individuals often struggle to make new friends and quickly integrate into a group in unfamiliar environments.
Over time, people stop inviting them to join in.
Of course, if it were Lin Mo, it would depend on whether he was willing to blend into the group.
Chu Miaomiao herself didn’t really think it was her fault.
That mindset was good—she chatted daily with her old friends on QQ,
maintaining strong relationships.
Even if people had gossiped about her body in the past, so what?
At the end of the day, it all boiled down to one thing:
envy.
"Lin Mo is just too impressive," Fang Jun muttered, sipping water as he watched Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao walking side by side, his thumb practically twitching with admiration.
The sight of Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao together wasn’t just noticed by Fang Jun.
Other boys and girls saw it too.
The boys were filled with envy and gritted teeth,
while the girls seethed with jealousy.
At the moment, Lin Mo was the undisputed top male presence in Class 8 of Grade 10.
If Lin Mo wanted to get to know any one of them,
almost no girl would refuse.
Under the shade of a tree, Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin watched Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao from a distance.
Jiang Yunlu’s mood dimmed again.
She had even paid the "friendship fee" today.
Wang Qin took one look at her new friend’s expression and immediately knew the girl had strong feelings for Lin Mo.
"Aren’t you going over?" she nudged Jiang Yunlu’s shoulder.
"Go over for what? They’re a perfect match—talented guy, beautiful girl."
Wang Qin smirked. "Tsk tsk, listen to you. Anyone would think you’re being generous."
"What generosity? I’m nobody. Why would I act generous?" Jiang Yunlu muttered under her breath.
Wang Qin fanned her nose. "Hmm, the sourness is pretty strong."
With that, she grabbed Jiang Yunlu’s hand and pulled her toward Lin Mo.
Jiang Yunlu pretended to resist but followed along without much protest.
"Hey! Lin Mo, let’s go play badminton!" Wang Qin called out, then glanced at Chu Miaomiao.
"You come too."
Chu Miaomiao immediately shrank back.
"No, I don’t like playing badminton."
But Wang Qin dragged her along anyway,
leaving Jiang Yunlu and Lin Mo standing awkwardly together.
For a moment, Jiang Yunlu didn’t know what to say.
Lin Mo, however, broke the silence. "Actually, you guys could help her."
"Huh?" Jiang Yunlu looked up at him.
"Earlier in the bathroom, some girls in our class were badmouthing her, and she just hid inside, too afraid to speak up. Someone that introverted must really need friends."
Jiang Yunlu followed Lin Mo’s gaze to Chu Miaomiao, who was being pulled along by Wang Qin, her head bowed in shyness.
"So you were just giving her advice?"
"Sort of. Even if she’s mentally tough, saying a bulletproof vest is bulletproof doesn’t mean you should keep shooting it."
Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu was surprised by how perceptive Lin Mo was.
With two sets of rackets in hand,
the four of them started a doubles match.
"You and Jiang Yunlu on one team, me and Chu Miaomiao on the other," Wang Qin declared, pulling Chu Miaomiao to her side.
Lin Mo didn’t mind. He knew how to play badminton—he’d played in elementary and middle school, taught by his father.
But after his father passed away, he’d stopped.
Now, knowing his father would reincarnate, the pain didn’t feel as heavy.
Wang Qin was clearly inexperienced, struggling even with serving.
She barely managed to hit the shuttlecock over.
Lin Mo casually returned it with a high lob—an easy shot to receive.
Chu Miaomiao, however, had some experience. She tilted her head back, tracked the shuttlecock, then leaped up and smashed it toward Lin Mo’s side.
But that jump—
instantly drew the attention of everyone nearby.
The rhythmic bounce of her chest captivated onlookers.
Yet Lin Mo simply turned his head toward Jiang Yunlu and casually returned the shot.
Wang Qin, still unskilled, couldn’t even return a high lob.
"They’re not very good. The three of you should play instead."
Seeing Lin Mo deliberately avoid staring, Jiang Yunlu’s mood brightened.
But after a moment’s thought, she walked over to Chu Miaomiao and Wang Qin.
"How about Miaomiao sits this one out? No need to give these boys a free show. And Wang Qin isn’t great either. Why don’t you two watch me and Lin Mo play?"
Wang Qin nodded eagerly, pulling Chu Miaomiao aside. She leaned in and whispered, "Can you tell me what you eat? I want to be that big too."
Chu Miaomiao’s face flushed red.
"I... I don’t know. I just drink milk every morning. My mom says meat is nutritious—chicken, beef, fish, all good."
Lin Mo glanced over but quickly averted his gaze when Jiang Yunlu challenged him.
"Stop looking! I challenge you to a duel!" Jiang Yunlu brandished the school’s standard-issue metal racket and a worn-out shuttlecock, ready to take him on.
Lin Mo accepted casually.
The next second, Jiang Yunlu executed a perfect net-side backhand serve—
a low, close shot that was hard to smash.
Lin Mo stepped forward, lightly flicking the shuttlecock back to her net area.
Jiang Yunlu had prepared to retreat, but Lin Mo’s skillful return caught her off guard.
Flustered, she lunged forward and sent the shuttlecock soaring high.
"Oh no!"
To anyone who knew the game, a high lob was just an invitation for a smash.
A full-power smash could send the shuttlecock flying at over 300 km/h—
about as fast as a high-speed train.
Of course, a train’s mass meant a collision would be deadly, but a shuttlecock was light.
Even if it hit someone, it wouldn’t hurt much.
Lin Mo aimed for the ground.
By the time the shuttlecock landed, Jiang Yunlu had barely pulled her foot back.
Seeing Lin Mo’s effortless ease, Jiang Yunlu’s competitive spirit flared.
"Congratulations, you’ve got my attention. Standing before you is Jiang Yunlu, the 2011 Guangzhou Primary and Secondary Schools Women’s Singles Badminton Champion."
Lin Mo scoffed.
"And standing before you is Lin Mo, an ordinary men’s singles player who can crush champions."
"Hmph!"
Jiang Yunlu served again.
This time, the angle was even sharper, but Lin Mo returned it with ease.
He deliberately sent another high lob her way.
Seizing the chance, Jiang Yunlu leaped up for a powerful smash.
Her fair skin gleamed under the sunlight as she swung down.
The shuttlecock shot toward the ground at blistering speed—
only for Lin Mo’s racket to intercept it at the last moment,
sending it soaring back up.
Jiang Yunlu glared at the rising shuttlecock, frustration burning.
If one smash didn’t work,
she’d try a second!
Second smash—
Whoosh!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
] [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!"
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
