Because the badminton team had won the championship, the atmosphere at the victory celebration banquet was extremely lively. The noise almost seemed to lift the roof of the restaurant.
Not only had they won the women's singles championship but also the team championship, so everyone was in high spirits.
Lin Mo was dragged here by Jiang Yunlu to join in the meal.
He wasn't the talkative type. Most of the time, he just quietly listened to the team members boasting. Occasionally, Jiang Yunlu would feed him a piece of meat.
The badminton team members all knew that Lin Mo was amazing, so basically no one was dissatisfied with him joining the meal.
After a sumptuous meal, the group walked out of the restaurant in a grand manner. The cool night breeze blew away some of the hustle and bustle.
A black Bentley was quietly parked by the roadside. When the driver saw Jiang Yunlu coming out, he immediately got out of the car and opened the rear - seat door.
The other team members were used to it. They said goodbye to each other merrily.
Since they had come to eat near the school because the shuttle bus for transportation was rented temporarily and couldn't take them back after the meal.
So after the meal, the badminton team members went their separate ways.
Lin Mo said goodbye to Jiang Yunlu and naturally turned around, walking towards the school in the opposite direction of the crowd.
"Where are you going?" Jiang Yunlu's voice came from behind.
"Back to school," Lin Mo replied without looking back.
Jiang Yunlu walked a few steps to catch up and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going home?"
"Go home? What for," Lin Mo kept walking, his tone matter - of - fact. "It's Sunday, there's evening self - study."
Jiang Yunlu was stunned for a moment, as if just remembering that there was evening self - study on Sunday.
She quickly turned back and said something to the driver, then prepared to follow Lin Mo back to school.
"Yunlu!"
The coach, Wang Yiping's voice rang out in time. He had just settled the other team members and was also about to go back to school to clock out of work.
"You've consumed so much energy in today's competition. Don't go to the evening self - study. Go home and have a good rest quickly. You still have classes tomorrow," Wang Yiping's words were reasonable. Several team members who hadn't gone far also chimed in.
"Yes, Yunlu. You've played all day. You need to go back and rest."
Jiang Yunlu ignored them and didn't argue with the coach. She just looked at Lin Mo.
There was a pitiful look of pleading in her eyes.
Lin Mo could only reluctantly agree, "Then let's go back to school for the evening self - study. Anyway, I haven't finished my homework either."
The previous second, Jiang Yunlu was as quiet as a wronged kitten. At this moment, her eyes instantly lit up. She nodded heavily, then quickly ran back to the car and quickly told the driver a few words.
Then she trotted back to Lin Mo's side, happily walking side by side with him and blending into the night on the way to school.
Behind them, the badminton team members watched the two gradually disappearing figures and were silent for a few seconds.
"Damn it, they really just left like that?"
"The coach can't stop them. Who else can?"
"I'm so jealous. Having the city champion accompany you to the evening self - study and do homework. What kind of treatment is this?"
A boy covered his chest and squeezed out a sentence with a grief - stricken face, "How damned!"
--System: Yes, there definitely are. There are two more like this who are so damned.--
When they got back to school, the evening self - study had already started. However, the guards recognized Lin Mo. Before Wang Yiping could say a word, the door opened.
When Wang Qin saw Jiang Yunlu coming back for the evening self - study, she exclaimed, "Yunlu, weren't you in the competition today?"
"Yes, and I won the championship," after saying that, she deliberately glanced at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo immediately knew what Jiang Yunlu was thinking and took out the gold medal from his pocket and handed it to her.
Looking at the gold medal Lin Mo took out from his pocket, Wang Qin clicked her tongue and said, "Oh, why is Yunlu's gold medal in your hand?"
"A champion should have the proper style. There must be a few minions to serve tea and water on the side. Coincidentally, I'm in charge of carrying the gold medal," Lin Mo said.
Hearing this, Wang Qin could only let Lin Mo, this unyielding guy, off the hook.
When Chu Miaomiao saw Lin Mo coming back, she just looked up and greeted him, then continued to bury her head and write something vigorously.
Lin Mo sat down and took out a test paper from his desk drawer to start writing.
Xue Zigui handed over a few pieces of scratch paper.
"Lin Mo, help me check if I've done these questions correctly."
Xue Zigui had also participated in the second round of the provincial competition, so naturally he wanted to know how he had done.
Looking at the neat process on the scratch paper, Lin Mo couldn't help asking, "Did you write so neatly during the competition? Did you have enough time?"
Xue Zigui shook his head. "I wrote this later. The original scratch paper was very messy. Anyway, I still remembered the questions, so I rewrote them."
It had to be said that Xue Zigui had a really good attitude towards studying.
However, his life was completely centered around studying.
He didn't even bother to shave the beard on his chin and lips.
Lin Mo scanned it with his spiritual sense, circled the wrong parts, and then wrote down the correct ideas.
Watching Lin Mo making corrections, Xue Zigui couldn't help holding his forehead.
"The gap between me and you seems to be getting bigger and bigger."
Lin Mo handed the corrected scratch paper back to him.
"Don't compare with others. My mom told me that comparing people will drive you crazy.
In terms of intelligence, can you be smarter than Huo Yin? In terms of wealth, can you be richer than Bill Gates?
Anyway, you're studying for yourself, right?"
The words were crude but the truth was profound. Xue Zigui nodded seriously.
Of course, if a brother drove a Range Rover, I'd still feel bad.
During the evening self - study, Lin Mo mostly served as a problem - solving tool. Basically, he wouldn't refuse anyone who asked him questions.
So Lin Mo was also very busy during the evening self - study.
When the evening self - study was over, everyone started to pack up their things.
Jiang Yunlu watched Lin Mo packing up and handed the gold medal to him. "Come on, gold - medal - carrying minion."
"Alright, alright," Lin Mo casually took the gold medal and put it directly into his bag.
Then he walked towards the door.
Xie Yuling had been standing in the corridor early and was looking at Lin Mo. "I thought you weren't coming to the evening self - study."
Earlier, Xie Yuling had seen Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu coming back from outside.
So at this moment, her tone was a bit cold.
"No, I haven't finished my homework yet," Lin Mo said.
Lin Mo walked in front, and Xie Yuling automatically followed him, but she was still a bit moody.
If she knew that Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu had had dinner together last night and gone on a night cruise on the Yuejiang River, she'd probably be really angry.
However, Lin Mo knew how to coax people.
"After watching the competition, shouldn't I protect my little landlady after school?"
When they walked out of the school gate, Lin Mo suddenly turned back to look at Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling couldn't stop in time and bumped into Lin Mo.
"Humph! Do I need your protection?"
Lin Mo pointed at a beggar across the street with his finger.
"See that beggar?"
Xie Yuling looked up in confusion.
"Yes, so what?"
"Guess if other people can see it?"
Hearing this, Xie Yuling was so scared that she immediately hugged Lin Mo's arm and asked nervously,
"Is it that thing?!"
"No, it's just an ordinary beggar."
"Go to hell!"
She punched Lin Mo twice hard.

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