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With the ability to turn invisible,

Whether becoming a hero or a rogue, it was all within Lin Mo's whims.

However, Lin Mo had always been chaotic good—no matter how unruly he'd been in the past, he had never committed any real crimes.

What he wouldn’t do before, he certainly wouldn’t do now.

As for refusing beef? That could wait until he grew stronger.

Who knew if this world was truly a cultivation world as the system claimed?

What if he got too cocky, only for some high-level immortal cultivator to pop up and smack him dead in an instant?

Dismissing these thoughts, Lin Mo decided to test out the divine movement technique.

These supernatural abilities weren’t mastered to their full potential just by learning them.

Lin Mo had only just entered the Qi Refining stage, so his spiritual energy reserves were still meager.

That’s why he wanted to see just how effective divine movement could be.

Arriving at the roadside, the streets at dawn were far less crowded, though cars still zipped by.

Activating divine movement, Lin Mo took a single step and crossed the road instantly, appearing on the other side—without colliding with a single vehicle.

He continued forward, and in the blink of an eye, he passed straight through a building.

Not by going around it, but by phasing through the walls to emerge on the other side.

“So this is divine movement?”

Lin Mo had worried that moving at such speeds might cause him to crash into walls or plow through people like a runaway train.

But clearly, that concern was unfounded.

After circling the city a few times, he confirmed he was faster than a high-speed rail.

No need to take the subway home anymore—he could save a few bucks.

If he wanted to, he could combine divine movement with invisibility and waltz into a jewelry store to help himself to some cash. The thought alone was thrilling.

So he decided... to go home and sleep.

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Before morning self-study.

Chu Miaomiao arrived unusually early today, clutching a stack of notebooks in her arms.

Taking advantage of the empty classroom, she quickly stuffed all the notebooks Lin Mo had lent her back into his desk.

She wasn’t afraid of handing them to him directly, but doing so might invite teasing from their classmates.

People would misunderstand her relationship with Lin Mo.

And that wouldn’t be good for him.

So she came early, slipped the notebooks in, and immediately retreated to her seat.

Unbeknownst to her, someone had already noticed her actions.

The observer smirked but said nothing.

One minute before self-study began, Lin Mo strode into the classroom right on time.

Yesterday’s homework had already been submitted.

Meanwhile, the back rows were filled with students frantically copying assignments—this was the downside of not doing homework during evening study sessions.

Glancing into his desk, Lin Mo immediately spotted the returned notebooks.

He turned to look at Chu Miaomiao.

She was holding a novel, but her gaze kept darting toward him.

Lin Mo gave her a nod, and Chu Miaomiao instantly lowered her head.

Being too introverted really wasn’t a good thing.

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During break, whispers spread through the air.

“No way? A love letter? Already? That’s way too fast.”

“What’s the big deal? With his looks, writing love letters is probably effortless.”

“But I always thought Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu were a thing. What’s that big-chested girl doing cutting in line?”

“Ugh, I wish someone would write me a love letter too.”

“A love letter? Keep dreaming.”

The rumors quickly took hold of the class.

Lin Mo had just returned from the bathroom when Fang Jun popped up out of nowhere.

After glancing at Jiang Yunlu’s sour expression, he dragged Lin Mo outside.

“What’s up?” Lin Mo asked, confused.

“Dude, you’re on a roll—first Jiang Yunlu, then Xie Yuling, and now even Chu Miaomiao?”

Lin Mo frowned. “What do you mean ‘even Chu Miaomiao’? What nonsense are you spouting?”

“She wrote you a love letter! Don’t tell me you didn’t get it.” Fang Jun pointed accusingly, like an overexcited husky.

“No? When did she ever write me a love letter? What are you even talking about?”

Lin Mo wasn’t entirely sure, so he swept his desk and notebooks with his spiritual sense.

Not a single love letter—not even a stray hair.

Fang Jun studied Lin Mo’s expression and concluded he wasn’t lying.

“Alright, explain what’s going on,” Lin Mo said, slinging an arm over Fang Jun’s shoulder and lowering his voice.

“Old An told me someone saw Chu Miaomiao stuffing a love letter into your desk this morning.”

Lin Mo rolled his eyes.

“Those were notebooks. Chu Miaomiao’s my old neighbor’s kid. Our families know each other. She missed class, so I lent her my notes. She was just returning them today.”

Fang Jun immediately realized it was another misunderstanding.

But he still looked at Lin Mo with envy.

“Still, that’s another girl added to the list. Teach me your ways, bro.”

“Handsome is as handsome does. You can’t learn this.”

Lin Mo patted Fang Jun’s shoulder and returned to the classroom.

Countless eyes locked onto him—some teasing, but most brimming with jealousy.

After all, in their class, even if Chu Miaomiao dressed plainly, her looks and figure easily put her in the top tier.

Plenty of guys had their eyes on her.

The girls, meanwhile, preferred gossiping behind her back.

As for the source of the rumor? Nobody cared anymore.

Chu Miaomiao just kept reading her novel, tuning out the noise, blissfully unbothered.

Lin Mo had called her his old neighbor mainly to shield her from the gossip.

Fang Jun was a notorious loudmouth.

Whatever he spread might not be entirely true, but at least it could drown out some of the nastier whispers.

Just as Lin Mo sat down, someone approached.

“Hey, Lin Mo, must be nice having all these girls fawning over you. Not like me—I just focus on studying.”

Su Mingzhao’s grating voice rang out again.

Lin Mo started considering whether he should pay this guy a visit tonight—invisible, of course—and silence him permanently.

What kind of male protagonist would he be if he didn’t shut up a nuisance like this?

“That’s because you’ve got bad breath and an ugly face. Ask around—see if any girl in this class likes you.”

Lin Jiajun, who had been reading a newspaper nearby, shot Su Mingzhao a disdainful look.

The class burst into laughter.

Su Mingzhao was one of the least popular guys in the room—mostly because he literally had bad breath.

“I’m wearing braces!”

“Cut the crap. A friend of mine wears braces too, and he doesn’t stink. You just don’t brush your teeth.”

More laughter erupted.

Lin Mo didn’t need to say a word—the scholars would debate on his behalf.

Su Mingzhao glared at Lin Mo, convinced this was all his fault.

“What? Want to fight? Pick the place—I’m game.”

Su Mingzhao wasn’t that stupid. He scoffed.

“Fighting proves nothing. Next exam—”

Xue Zigui, sitting in the front row, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and turned around.

“Exams are my specialty. Care to challenge me instead?”

Everyone knew who the top student was since military training. Xue Zigui answered every question in class flawlessly.

The moment he spoke, Su Mingzhao shut his mouth.

Lin Mo put on a troubled expression.

"If you've all taken the best lines, what's left for me to show off?"