It was another evening study session, time to tackle homework.
Everyone had saved their weekend assignments for today.
Lin Mo was no exception—he hadn’t even brought his homework home.
Since it was still early in the semester, the workload wasn’t too heavy, and two hours of evening study were enough to get everything done.
Jiang Yunlu sat nearby, occasionally glancing up at Lin Mo.
By the third time she looked his way, Lin Mo turned to face her.
"Hey, what’re you staring at? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or something?"
Jiang Yunlu was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Wh...what?"
People in 2012 probably weren’t used to such abstract humor.
"I mean, you’ve looked at me three times now. Got something to ask?"
Jiang Yunlu thought for a moment, then pointed at Lin Mo’s desk compartment.
"Who gave you that bread?"
Ah, the bread.
That was from Chu Miaomiao when she arrived earlier.
Chu Miaomiao was the only one in class who knew Lin Mo’s true appetite.
So she’d brought some bread from home and stuffed it straight into his desk without a word.
Lin Mo pulled out the bag of bread and casually handed one over.
"You want some?"
It was stuffed with creamy pork floss—filling, to say the least.
There were five or six in the bag; an average person might get full after two.
But Chu Miaomiao knew Lin Mo could finish them all.
Jiang Yunlu quickly shook her head and waved her hands.
"No, thanks."
Lin Mo popped a piece into his mouth.
"So, who gave you this bread?" Jiang Yunlu repeated her question, her face betraying a hint of unconscious tension.
"Probably Chu Miaomiao’s ‘protection fee,’" Lin Mo mused after a moment.
After being attacked once, Lin Mo could sense—through his spiritual awareness—that the girl was terrified of everyone around her, regardless of gender.
People can easily pick up on malice from others.
Those who got into a top-tier high school might not be the most socially adept, but their intelligence was undeniable.
In an environment where bullying was a possibility, seeking protection from someone stronger was only natural.
And Lin Mo happened to be that someone.
So he ate the "protection fee" without hesitation.
But to Jiang Yunlu’s ears, the term took on a different meaning.
She whipped her head around to look at Chu Miaomiao, who sat a few rows behind them.
Chu Miaomiao kept her head down, scribbling away at her homework.
She could feel eyes on her but refused to look up.
Jiang Yunlu, denied a chance to meet her gaze, turned back and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a box of imported chocolates and handed it to Lin Mo.
"Today’s ‘good friend fee.’"
Lin Mo accepted it without ceremony and nodded. "Excellent. You’re now officially my good friend, Lin Mo."
When he casually tore open the packaging and offered her the first piece, Jiang Yunlu felt a warm rush in her chest.
But Wang Qin, watching from the side, nearly blurted out, "Look at you, Miss Jiang, acting all desperate."
......
The evening study session ended early. Lin Mo handed his completed assignments to the class representative before packing up.
Xie Yuling was already waiting outside Class 8.
Lin Mo suspected she’d started packing up before the session even ended—how else could she have gotten out so fast?
But he didn’t use his spiritual awareness to check.
Constantly peeking at his surroundings with it would just make him feel like a creep.
After packing up his things, Lin Mo walked out of the classroom.
"Let's go."
Lin Mo glanced at Xie Yuling, who nodded in response.
Like a solitary, cold flower, she strode straight toward the staircase.
Unbeknownst to them, two girls from Class Eight were watching them from a distance.
Compared to Jiang Yunlu, Chu Miaomiao merely glanced at them before lowering her head and continuing to pack her things.
Jiang Yunlu, however, envied Xie Yuling for being able to walk home freely with Lin Mo.
Wang Qin observed Xie Yuling's retreating figure and remarked coolly, "Don’t worry. Xie Yuling is famously unapproachable in our class. There’s no way she’d take a liking to Lin Mo."
Jiang Yunlu lightly punched Wang Qin’s arm. "Stop talking nonsense."
Wang Qin saw through it but chose not to elaborate.
On the way, Xie Yuling returned the phone to Lin Mo.
"I really can’t take this. If my mom finds out, she’ll probably kill me."
Lin Mo casually pocketed it. "Are you afraid Auntie Zheng will kill you, or do you just not want the phone?"
Xie Yuling answered bluntly, "Definitely afraid of my mom killing me. Once I rank first in the next exam, she’ll probably buy me a phone."
She sounded confident.
Back in the urban village, Lin Mo stopped by his place first before heading up to Xie Yuling’s home.
Auntie Zheng had already prepared a pot of wontons.
"Mom, did you really need to cook so many?"
"You won’t finish them, but Lin Mo will."
Zheng Yuan brought out a large bowl of wontons.
Lin Mo sat down leisurely, scooping several into his bowl with a strainer.
Since there was no broth, they dipped them in soy sauce and sesame oil.
As they ate, Lin Mo pulled out a box from under the table.
"Auntie Zheng, when I went to set up the broadband today, they gave me this contract phone as a freebie. I don’t need it—do you think you could use it?"
Zheng Yuan immediately shook her head and waved her hands.
"No, no, keep it for yourself. Save your money."
Lin Mo smiled. "Auntie Zheng, I’m not as poor as you think. Besides, I’m only asking because I won’t use it. It’ll just sit around otherwise."
With that, he pushed the phone toward her and lowered his head to continue eating.
Most of the wontons ended up in his stomach—including the misshapen ones Xie Yuling had wrapped.
Meanwhile, Xie Yuling ate the neatly folded ones Lin Mo had made, claiming, "I should eat my own creations."
At home, Xie Yuling let her true self show a little more.
Outside, she became an untouchable ice queen—as if she no longer trusted outsiders.
But Lin Mo suspected there was more to it than just the trauma of her father’s death.
After the meal, Lin Mo bid farewell and headed downstairs.
But he left the phone on the table.
Once he was gone, Zheng Yuan sat back in her chair, eyeing her daughter sideways.
Xie Yuling sensed danger and immediately tried to retreat to her room.
"Come back!"
A single command was enough to make her obediently sit back down.
"Lin Mo set up the broadband with you today, but he didn’t mention it during dinner. He only brought it up now—was this your idea?"
Zheng Yuan could always tell what her daughter wanted. When it came to something like a new phone, she noticed Xie Yuling’s lingering gaze immediately.
Xie Yuling shook her head vigorously. "Not at all! He gave it to me this afternoon, but I returned it after school."
"Ah, it's not that I don’t want to give you a phone, I’m just worried you’ll forget about studying once you have one," Zheng Yuan said after some thought.
"Tell you what—if you do well on your next exam, you’ll get a computer, broadband, and a phone. All of it."

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...

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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.

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.”