Infinity Nikki

Turning a corner, the two of them bumped right into Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Instead of letting go of Lin Mo, Jiang Yunlu subconsciously tightened her grip on his arm, as if declaring her sovereignty.

Xie Yuling's gaze lingered on their intertwined arms for half a second. Her pretty eyebrows twitched slightly, and her temper instantly flared.

But who was she? She was definitely not the type to throw a tantrum on the spot and admit defeat.

The next second, she stepped forward briskly and wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's other available arm with extreme naturalness. She even deliberately pressed her modest curves against his arm, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Let's go, what are you spacing out for?"

With both arms occupied, Lin Mo felt like a prisoner being escorted.

That left Chu Miaomiao alone, empty-handed, standing in place.

The smile on her face remained sweet, but a trace of imperceptible emotion flashed through her beautiful eyes as she said softly, "Yeah, let's go look around."

They only walked arm-in-arm for a few minutes.

This silent contest came to an end the moment they stepped into a clothing store.

A girl's desire for clothes is enough to make them temporarily put aside all conflicts.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Yunlu and Xie Yuling let go of Lin Mo. Like birds returning to the forest, they scattered and rushed toward the dazzling array of clothing racks.

Even Chu Miaomiao, who had stayed out of the fray just moments ago, enthusiastically started picking out dresses.

Lin Mo finally found some peace and quiet, and began to browse casually.

In his past life, he was just a street loiterer; a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops were the fashion genes carved into his very bones.

Later on, even when he bought his own clothes, it was nothing more than black, white, or gray t-shirts or hoodies. His main priority was convenience and stain resistance—something he could just throw on and leave the house in.

Since buying clothes during the National Day holiday last year, he hadn't added any new pieces to his wardrobe.

Besides, Eastern Guangdong was a place with very short winters.

The clothes Aunt Zheng bought him were also meant for winter.

While he was staring out of sheer boredom at the spotlights on the ceiling, Xie Yuling suddenly walked over. Holding a light blue striped shirt, she handed it right to him.

"Go try this on." Her tone left no room for argument.

A shirt?

Even though it was a short-sleeved shirt, Lin Mo looked down at his baggy shorts and the flip-flops on his feet. No matter how he looked at it, the combination would be bizarre.

"Alright."

After all, it was the thought that counted.

He took the shirt and walked toward the fitting room. Just as he lifted the curtain, another figure blocked his path.

Jiang Yunlu was holding a pair of off-white casual pants. Her eyes glanced at the shirt in his hand.

"How can you just have a shirt? You need pants to match."

"Uh... thanks."

Lin Mo looked at her, then at Xie Yuling, who was casting a scrutinizing gaze from not far away. He felt like he had become a human clothes hanger.

Taking the entire outfit, he ducked into the fitting room.

The figure in the mirror felt a bit unfamiliar to him.

His physique in this life, from his upright posture to his impressive height, was completely different from his decadent self in his past life.

A good physique truly was the best clothes hanger.

When Lin Mo pulled back the curtain and stepped out, the chatter outside came to an abrupt halt.

Three pairs of eyes locked onto him in unison.

The top button of the light blue shirt was left undone, making him look casual yet refreshing. The off-white pants wrapped around his long, straight legs, perfectly accentuating his body proportions.

His entire aura instantly transformed from a boy-next-door into someone clean-cut and sharp.

"So handsome," Xie Yuling said, being the most direct.

"You look so sharp."

"Mhm... you look absolutely delicious," Chu Miaomiao tilted her head and gently licked her lips.

As soon as those words were spoken, the air went quiet once more.

Jiang Yunlu and Xie Yuling whipped their heads around, glaring at Chu Miaomiao with burning eyes, causing the latter's face to flush hot.

However, in their hearts, the other two girls were screaming: How could this girl just blurt out exactly what they were thinking!

Xie Yuling was the first to react. She rushed up to Lin Mo in a few strides and, without any explanation, shoved a whole pile of clothes from her hands right into his arms.

"These! And these too! Go try them all on!"

Good heavens, this had turned into a real-life dress-up game.

Lin Mo was already becoming somewhat numb to being tossed around like this.

When he dragged his feet out of the fitting room for the third time, the audience outside had quietly grown from the initial three girls to five people.

"Not bad, Master Mo, this outfit is really nice." An Yuexin looked him up and down, nodding continuously.

"Old Mo is indeed handsome, just a tiny bit lacking compared to me."

Fang Jun leaned over with a cheeky grin, only to be unceremoniously elbowed aside by An Yuexin.

"Get lost, you? Master Mo is naturally gifted, while you are a work in progress."

Lin Mo ignored the daily banter of these two clowns and looked down at himself.

A light-colored, oversized short-sleeved shirt with a pure white t-shirt underneath, paired with military green capri pants, giving off a very casual vibe.

The only fly in the ointment was that no matter how many outfits he changed into, the blue and white flip-flops on his feet remained his final stubbornness, exuding an out-of-place sense of swagger.

"You all have great taste, the matching is quite good," Lin Mo praised sincerely.

He turned and walked back into the fitting room, taking off the clothes piece by piece. Halfway through changing, his movements suddenly paused.

He belatedly realized that all the clothes he had just tried on, whether it was the shoulder width of the shirts or the waistline of the pants, were exactly his size without a single discrepancy.

These three...

They had really put thought into it.

When he changed back into his own clothes and came out again, only Fang Jun and An Yuexin were left waiting outside.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, and his divine sense silently spread out, instantly locking onto the cash register not far away.

"Sigh, Old Mo, when will I be as outstanding as you, having three girls competing to buy clothes for me? I'm so jealous, damn you."

"Just basic stuff, no need to freak out."

"Look at you showing off, let's see what you do in the future," Fang Jun snorted lightly.

"I'll just wing it." Lin Mo didn't really care how things would turn out.

Walking to the door, the three girls were already coming out carrying shopping bags.

The three of them had checked out separately, so naturally, there were three shopping bags.

The three girls almost simultaneously handed the bags in their hands to Lin Mo. Their fair arms crossed in the air, their gazes clashed, and a silent smoke of gunpowder filled the air.

Even though one bag could have held everything, it was divided into three.

Lin Mo: "..."

He was certain that if he tried to stuff the clothes from two of the bags into one, the three girls would tear him to shreds.

Therefore, Lin Mo very decisively took all three bags and carried them in one hand.

Seeing his action, the tense expressions on the three girls' faces relaxed imperceptibly.

Fang Jun watched from the side, dumbfounded. He leaned in close to Lin Mo's ear, lowered his voice, and said in a tone of absolute admiration:

"Master Mo, your bowl-balancing skills are insane, you should really start teaching classes."