Jiang Yunlu opened the trunk and struggled to drag out a massive travel backpack.
With a dull thud, the backpack hit the ground, kicking up a thin layer of dust.
The backpack was almost half her height, its various buckles and side pockets stuffed to the brim. Rather than a hiking bag, it looked more like a mobile wilderness survival fortress.
Let alone comparing it to Lin Mo's bag, even Xie Yuling and the others' backpacks looked miniature in front of this behemoth.
If one had to describe it, it was roughly the size of a Delta tactical backpack, a massive 6x8 forty-eight slot bag.
Lin Mo lifted the enormous backpack with one hand, the weight of it making his eyebrows twitch slightly.
With a quick sweep of his divine sense, the contents of the backpack instantly became crystal clear in his mind.
Inside, there was a tent, a sleeping bag, various types of water, food, and a medical kit.
Did this girl treat this mountain climbing trip as a wilderness survival challenge?
With a load of at least forty or fifty catties, let alone climbing a mountain, an ordinary girl would struggle just walking on flat ground.
"Are you preparing for wilderness survival?" Lin Mo weighed the backpack in his hand and teased.
Jiang Yunlu's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear in embarrassment and said, "I... This is my first time camping. I didn't know what to prepare, so I... I brought a bit extra."
Seeing her anxious appearance, Lin Mo chuckled softly, took his own backpack off his shoulders, and casually handed it to her.
"You carry mine, and I'll carry yours."
His actions were crisp and clean, without a hint of hesitation.
Jiang Yunlu subconsciously took it, bracing herself for the expected weight. Who knew that when she lifted her arm, the backpack swung onto her shoulder as light as a feather, nearly causing her to stumble backward from overexerting herself.
"Ah? It's so light!" She widened her eyes in surprise. "What did you even pack in here?"
"Taiqi Eight Treasure Porridge, water, and some clothes," Lin Mo said breezily.
"That's it?"
At this, not only Jiang Yunlu, but even Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao beside them revealed astonished expressions.
They had seen Lin Mo's appetite with their own eyes. Was this little bit of stuff even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth?
Lin Mo shrugged, looking completely justified. "Yeah, that's it. Anyway, you guys definitely brought a lot of snacks. You wouldn't just leave me to starve and not share some with me, right?"
Watching Jiang Yunlu comfortably carrying Lin Mo's bag, Xie Yuling felt inexplicably stifled. She let out a delicate snort, crossed her arms, and turned her head away.
"I won't give you any. Besides, there's definitely plenty to eat in the bag you're carrying."
Chu Miaomiao looked at Xie Yuling, wanting to tell her she was being foolish.
Just as she was about to speak up to smooth things over, Xie Yuling grabbed her wrist tightly.
Chu Miaomiao froze, only to see Xie Yuling shoot her a swift "don't say a word" look.
Chu Miaomiao looked at Lin Mo, then at Jiang Yunlu, and finally rested her gaze on Xie Yuling.
She could only think to herself, 'Fine, once we get up there, you won't be able to resist talking to him anyway.'
The four of them walked toward the toll gate.
The night had fallen, but the entrance was brightly lit, and the sound of commotion could be heard from afar.
A dense crowd of men and women had gathered over there, numbering around twenty people.
Lin Mo swept his gaze over them and was somewhat surprised to find that people from Class 15 made up the majority.
However, Wang Zhenji and the other guy who had provoked Lin Mo before (the ones plagued by nightmares in chapter fifty-something) were not here.
Beside Fang Jun, Cai Junhuang stood calmly with her arms crossed.
An Yuexin, looking like a punching bag, shrank to the other side, gazing longingly at the crowd from Class 15.
Mai Chuwen had already been pulled away by the people from Class 15.
Lin Mo and the others walked over and asked directly, "Why... are there so many people?"
As soon as he spoke, An Yuexin approached with a miserable face, his voice tinged with a sob, "Master Mo, my Xiaomai has been taken away."
Fang Jun slapped him on the back of the head and explained in annoyance, "Originally, it was just a few of Mai Chuwen's classmates coming together. But some loudmouth yelled about it in their class group chat, and now look, the boys in their class all rushed over like dogs catching a scent."
Indeed, the vast majority of the people from Class 15 were boys. With gleaming eyes, they were surrounding a few pretty girls from their class, fawning over them.
Lin Mo glanced around. "Our class has fifty people, but not many came. I guess night climbing really isn't that interesting to them."
Cai Junhuang rolled her eyes. "Bullshit it's not interesting. It's because of Mai Chuwen and those female classmates of hers."
Lin Mo swept his divine sense over. There were indeed a few pretty girls in the crowd, and most of those from Class 15 were boys.
That made sense.
This made him unable to help but scratch his head and look around.
"The girls in our Class 8 seem to be prettier, though."
Jiang Yunlu, Chu Miaomiao, and Cai Junhuang could be considered the three great beauties of Class 8.
Fang Jun raised an eyebrow at Lin Mo. Did he really not know the reason why no one pursued Jiang Yunlu and Chu Miaomiao in Class 8?!
As for Cai Junhuang, quite a few people in the class liked her too, but not many actively showed it.
You could only say that they weren't quite up to the task.
Just as An Yuexin was staring a hole through the crowd, Mai Chuwen finally squeezed out and jogged back to their side.
Her cheeks were slightly red, but her tone was firm. "I'm going with you guys!"
An Yuexin was instantly revived to full health, his eyes lighting up.
Over there, the main force of Class 15 had already started getting their tickets checked to enter the mountain, surging forward noisily.
On Lin Mo's side, it was still just their solitary little group.
"I remember there's also Ma Li, Lin Jiajun, and Lyu Na, right?" Lin Mo asked casually.
"Right, it's not quite nine-thirty yet."
Fang Jun replied, his gaze falling on the massive hiking bag on Lin Mo's back. "No, seriously, Old Mo, isn't this backpack a bit too exaggerated? Are you preparing for wilderness survival?"
As expected of friends, their wording was almost identical.
Before Lin Mo could speak, Jiang Yunlu next to him raised her hand somewhat embarrassedly and said softly, "The bag is mine... It's my first time hiking and camping, and I don't have any experience, so I brought a bit too much."
A blush spread across her fair cheeks, making her look a bit awkward.
"So it's not your first time watching the sunrise?" Xie Yuling suddenly spoke up.
This question caused the atmosphere to shift slightly.
"Yeah, I've seen the sunrise many times at Uluru in Australia. Because it was winter then, the changes in light and color during sunrise were very special, so I really like watching the sunrise there."
Uluru?
Australia?
As soon as these place names came out, Fang Jun and An Yuexin looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
After all, none of them had ever been abroad; the most they had done was visit Hong Kong or Macau.
Instead, Lin Mo said, "Where you watch the sunrise isn't the point; who you watch it with is the point."
At this, Mai Chuwen and An Yuexin looked at each other and smiled.
The slightly stiff atmosphere livened up again.
And Lin Mo simply spread his hands. "It seems we still have some time to wait. Let's get something to eat."

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...

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”