If you didn't hit the person, why would you help them up

It happened to be the break between classes.

The school store was a bit noisy. Chu Miaomiao finally managed to squeeze to the front and asked for two bottles of Saddam Milk Tea.

In these times, milk tea shops hadn't yet sprung up everywhere, so this kind of bottled milk tea was the ultimate delicacy students could get their hands on.

At four yuan a bottle, it wasn't exactly cheap for an ordinary student.

It was Chu Miaomiao's first time buying it too. The milk teas she usually drank were Hong Kong-style silk stocking milk teas, which had strong tea and milk flavors with a slight hint of bitterness.

Lin Mo took a bottle. The moment he twisted off the cap, a rich, milky aroma mixed with the scent of tea wafted out.

Before milk tea became wildly popular, the taste and texture of Saddam Milk Tea truly ranked number one.

It was just that this stuff couldn't be left out for too long once opened, or it would accidentally turn into a paste-like substance.

Just then, his divine sense caught sight of a figure suddenly darting out from halfway down the path, crashing straight toward him.

It was clearly in his blind spot. Had it been anyone else, they probably would have been hit squarely.

But Lin Mo's reaction time was absurdly fast. He merely shifted his body to the side by a microscopic margin and took a half-step back with his right foot.

"Ah!"

Thud!

A muffled thud rang out—one could tell just by the sound that it was a good knee hitting the ground.

The girl who had rushed out had intended to lunge forward anyway. Due to her overwhelming momentum and the sudden loss of her target, she face-planted awkwardly. Her hands slapped against the cold concrete floor, and her knees took a heavy blow.

The surroundings fell silent for a second as all eyes converged on the scene.

Lin Mo, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He slowly screwed his cap back on, turned around, and headed toward the lecture hall, not even bothering to spare a glance at the girl on the ground.

There was no other reason—this was obviously a staged accident.

"Lin Mo..."

Chu Miaomiao was so startled by the sudden turn of events that she froze in place, nearly dropping her bottle of milk tea. She looked at the girl sprawled on the ground, then at Lin Mo's resolute back, an intense internal struggle raging in her heart.

To help her up, or not to help her up?

Her kind nature gained the upper hand. Just as she was about to bend down and reach out, someone firmly grabbed her wrist.

Lin Mo had returned at some point. His grip wasn't overly tight, but it brooked no argument.

He dropped the classic quote: "If you didn't knock her down, why would you help her up?"

Not only was Chu Miaomiao stunned, but even the girl on the ground, who was just getting ready to groan in pain, froze.

Why did that line sound so familiar?

Before she could react, another girl burst out from the crowd, pointing right at Lin Mo's nose and scolding, "You knocked someone over, and you still have the nerve to act so self-righteous?"

She wore a look of utter justice, as if Lin Mo had committed some unforgivable, heinous crime.

Lin Mo shrugged. "According to Newton's Third Law of Motion, the forces of action and reaction between two interacting bodies are always equal in magnitude, opposite in direction, and act along the same straight line."

He spoke in a flat, monotonous tone, as if reciting a textbook.

The girl who had charged over was instantly bewildered by this string of physics jargon. She stood there with her mouth agape, wearing an expression that screamed, "What on earth are you talking about?"

The students watching the commotion also exchanged bewildered glances.

However, upon realizing it was Lin Mo, they found it understandable. After all, Lin Mo was an academic god; his thought process was naturally on a whole other level.

Seeing her clueless look, Lin Mo sighed, seemingly pitying her intelligence.

He switched to a more layman explanation.

"It means that if I had bumped into her, the direction of the force would have been aimed at her. She should have fallen backward and landed on her butt. Understand?"

Faced with such a physics-based argument, the two girls were left temporarily speechless.

He then pointed at the girl on the ground, who still hadn't gotten up.

"But look at her. She braced the ground with her hands forward and landed on her knees first. That's called a forward lunge.

It's obvious that she was going too fast and couldn't hit the brakes in time. This falls under the category of personal user error."

The girl on the ground felt deeply ashamed and infuriated. She scrambled to her feet and was just about to say something to save face.

But Lin Mo beat her to it, raising his hand to point at an inconspicuous dome-shaped object diagonally above their heads.

"By the way, there are security cameras here at the school store. If you keep pestering us, I'll go call Dean Huang."

With that, Lin Mo directly grabbed Chu Miaomiao and walked away.

"Lin Mo, wait!"

Finally, the girl fully stood up and shouted after Lin Mo.

"My name is Ye Zishan, from Grade One, Class Two! Can we get to know each other?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo stopped in his tracks and let out a helpless sigh.

"I thought you were trying to steal my eggs. But my answer to you is, no."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned around and pulled Chu Miaomiao back toward the lecture hall.

This girl definitely had a few screws loose. Dashing out so suddenly—if Lin Mo didn't have his divine sense and had actually been hit, both of them would have ended up with Saddam Milk Tea splashed all over their faces.

"That girl just now said she wanted to get to know you," Chu Miaomiao said, biting her lower lip.

"There are far too many people who want to get to know me."

Lin Mo continued to pull Chu Miaomiao forward by her wrist.

Watching their retreating backs, Ye Zishan was so furious her lips were practically twisted up to the sky.

She rubbed her aching knees. The superficial wounds were nothing, but the blazing fury in her heart simply couldn't be suppressed.

She had clearly calculated the perfect angle and timing, just waiting for him to play the hero saving the damsel in distress, but he actually dodged?

How dare he dodge!

She had honestly thought Lin Mo would catch her.

"Lingling, let's go," Ye Zishan said, her voice laced with grievance as she turned around with a limp.

The girl who had spoken up earlier was actually from her class as well.

Huang Ling hurried forward to support her, indignantly shooting a glare over her shoulder. "What's so great about that Lin Mo? Isn't he just riding high because he's ranked first in the grade? He's so stuck-up! You can tell at a glance he's the kind of superficial guy who only likes busty, brainless bimbos!"

Those words accurately struck a raw nerve for Ye Zishan.

Hearing this, Ye Zishan looked down at her own A-cup powerhouse of a chest.

In terms of looks, she was, after all, the widely acknowledged beauty of Class Two. How could it be that she couldn't even earn a single glance from Lin Mo?

Stumbling at the first hurdle—it was an absolute humiliation.

Just then, a flurry of urgent footsteps came from the top of the stairs.

"Zishan, are you okay?" A somewhat handsome boy bounded down the stairs two at a time, his face written all over with concern.

Seeing him only added to Ye Zishan's annoyance. She waved him off impatiently. "I'm fine."

"You can't even walk straight. Let me help you back to the classroom," the boy said, reaching out a hand.

"Zhao Zehua, you're so annoying! I don't need your help." Ye Zishan violently shook him off.

Caught in the middle, Huang Ling shot Zhao Zehua a helpless look that said her hands were tied, and could only support Ye Zishan up the stairs by herself.

Zhao Zehua froze in place, his face turning pale and green by turns.

From the corner upstairs just now, he had seen the entire scene with perfect clarity.

Ye Zishan had done it completely on purpose. She had hunched over, hiding behind a pillar, specifically waiting for the exact moment Lin Mo came out to crash into him.

Yet that guy, Lin Mo, had reacted with absurd speed. With a simple sidestep, he made Ye Zishan lunge at empty air and take a solid tumble to the ground.

Zhao Zehua clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Lin Mo..." he muttered the name under his breath, his eyes churning with jealousy and resentment.

--System: You win some and you lose some at the card table, so you just have to keep smiling while you play... Motherfucker!--