The person involved had compromised, but instead, Huang Haoyang's mother was the one who became displeased.
"What is our Haoyang here at school for? To study! Is it really interesting for you to fixate on these trivial matters every day? Does it have anything to do with studying?"
The anger that Chen Xiaoya had just suppressed in her chest flared up again in an instant.
Her tone grew three degrees colder:
"Huang Haoyang's parent, since you value studying so much, let's talk about studying. From the beginning of the semester until now, your son's grades have never left the bottom thirteen to fifteen of the class! Is his mind even on studying?"
Huang Haoyang's mother stiffened her neck, a typical stubborn mule.
"Bottom dozen or so? That's still a problem with you teachers! Our Haoyang is so smart; he solves a Rubik's Cube at home faster than other kids! If his grades aren't improving, it must be because you're not teaching him well!"
This shocking statement made the other teachers in the office stop what they were doing.
Finally, a male teacher preparing lessons nearby couldn't hold back. He pushed up his glasses and gave a cold sneer.
"Heh, not teaching well? The school's top student is in their class. If that counts as not teaching well, then I really don't know what kind of teacher could teach your child well."
He paused, a hint of ridicule creeping into his tone.
"Since you think we can't teach well, why not transfer to another school?"
This was the confidence of a key school.
If you don't want to study here, there are plenty of people who do. Besides, this isn't compulsory education. If you really look down on us, then just transfer out; we guarantee to expedite the process for you.
"You!" Huang Haoyang's mother's face flushed red with anger.
At this moment, Li Yan, who had left and returned, walked over.
Over the years, he had actually encountered quite a few incidents like this in the office.
In situations where the student refused to learn and the parent refused to teach, Li Yan would only choose to advise them to withdraw from the school.
Because there was truly no need to waste time here.
Li Yan walked straight up to Huang Haoyang's mother, his gaze calm but carrying an unquestionable pressure.
"Parent, the school has repeatedly emphasized that a student's moral education and learning attitude are equally important. Right now, the school believes that your child has severe problems in both of these areas."
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear.
"If, as a parent, you think none of these are problems, then I will lay it out for you right here.
Next time, if a similar situation happens again, we won't invite you to the office for a talk. Instead, we will directly initiate the disciplinary process according to the school rules."
Li Yan's words instantly deflated Huang Haoyang's mother's arrogance by half, but she was still unwilling to give up.
"You are a school! A place for teaching and educating people! How can you say such things!"
Li Yan's eyes did not waver in the slightest, and his tone was even colder than before.
"It is precisely because we are a school that we must be responsible for every student and for the entire learning environment. A school is a place to impart knowledge and mold character, not a service agency to satisfy the unreasonable demands of individual parents."
He looked at her and said word by word:
"We are responsible for teaching and educating, but we are not responsible for coddling giant babies."
"Report!"
A clear, bright announcement sliced through the stagnant and tense air in the office like a sharp blade.
Everyone's eyes simultaneously turned toward the door.
They saw Lin Mo walk in, his posture tall and straight, with one hand in his pocket. He looked as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own living room.
The hair-trigger atmosphere in the office seemed to be separated from him by an invisible barrier.
Chen Xiaoya was already getting a headache from being angered by Huang Haoyang's mother. Seeing Lin Mo, she subconsciously furrowed her brows. "Lin Mo, what are you doing here?"
Lin Mo shrugged and spoke concisely. "The teacher asked me to come get the test papers."
He walked straight past the deadlocked group, went to the language teacher's desk, and began searching through it on his own.
His calm demeanor, as if no one else was there, made the whole farce seem even more ridiculous.
A few seconds later, he pulled out three considerably thick stacks of test papers.
It looked like these test papers were probably the homework for the three-day holiday.
Lin Mo turned around with the test papers, just about to leave this place of trouble, when a shrill voice pierced him from behind.
"Stop right there! You're the Lin Mo my son talks about, the one who puts on an act all day long and loves to show off, aren't you?"
Huang Haoyang's mother had finally found a brand-new outlet for her anger. Her plump body turned around, and she pointed her finger at Lin Mo from a distance.
Lin Mo's footsteps stopped.
He slowly turned around. Instead of looking at the shrewish woman, he swept his gaze across the teachers in the office with pure curiosity.
"The school just let this foul-mouthed and completely ill-mannered fat pig in?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it detonated like a depth charge in the dead silence of the office.
Lin Mo's words made the entire office fall instantly silent.
Someone wanted to give a thumbs up, but remembering they were a teacher, ultimately put their hand down.
Even Li Yan didn't know what to say for a moment, but for some reason, a very satisfying feeling welled up in his heart.
Chen Xiaoya opened her mouth but couldn't say a single word.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, Lin Mo's gaze had already fallen on Huang Haoyang. His tone was flat but carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.
"Huang Haoyang, I advise you to keep your mother in check, assuming you still want to continue studying at Guangba."
Lin 'Holy Son of Guangba' Mo's statement was deafeningly powerful.
Huang Haoyang's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver. The mix of humiliation and anger made his entire body tremble.
"Lin Mo, you can talk about me, but you can't talk about my mom!"
He roared, but his voice sounded somewhat weak.
"Talk about you?"
Lin Mo acted as if he had heard a joke. He took a step forward, looking straight into Huang Haoyang's eyes.
"Alright, then I'll talk about you. What right do you have to act like a big shot in front of me? You talk behind my back every day saying I put on an act, so why don't you put on an act and show me?"
"I rank first in the whole school. Can you?"
"I led the class to win the basketball championship. Can you?"
"Taking ten thousand steps back, let's just talk about the simplest thing: fighting."
A cold curve pulled at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth. "I'm also a better fighter than you. What, you don't accept it? I'll give you a chance right now. Make your move."
Every sentence was like a resounding slap, striking viciously across Huang Haoyang's face.
Hearing this, Huang Haoyang clenched his fists. "Lin Mo, you bastard!"
Huang Haoyang's fists were clenched tight, veins bulging on his arms, but his feet, though filled with raging anger, seemed nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.
He dared to be angry, but he didn't dare to move.
Because he knew very well that every word Lin Mo said was a fact.
After all, Lin Mo really was a great fighter.
At this time, Lin Mo continued speaking.
"Huang Haoyang, do you still remember Su Ziting?"
The sudden question made Huang Haoyang completely freeze, followed by uncontrollable trembling.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Is that so? Heh."
After saying that, Lin Mo was just preparing to turn and leave, but behind him, Huang Haoyang's mother let out an angry shout.
"You pretentious little brat! Everyone knows your cursed fate killed your parents. What's the use of getting first place? It won't bring them back."
Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
