Strictly speaking, the quality of the school pants was actually quite good.
The reason they split open was entirely because Lin Mo had secretly used spiritual energy to slice them.
So the moment the thighs spread apart,
the pants tore open.
Laughter immediately erupted from all around.
Wang Zhenji’s face flushed red, and he immediately bolted toward the restroom.
Zhou Ming followed close behind.
Not everyone in Class Fifteen was friends with those two.
After all, they had only known each other for three weeks—hardly enough time to get that close.
So Lin Mo stood between the two classes.
"Now that one of the involved parties has left, let’s just drop this. But I’m really curious—was that guy whose pants split really unrelated to that girl?"
Someone immediately spoke up, "No way, they weren’t even from the same school before. At most, he was just..."
"I get it, I get it—a simp, right?"
Lin Mo chuckled. "Alright, let’s get back to the activity. Consider this matter over. Everyone should focus on harmony from now on."
With that, he walked over to An Yuexin, pulling him toward the girl in question.
"You two should talk. After taking a beating for her, don’t you deserve some comfort?"
After saying this, Lin Mo dragged the nosy Fang Jun away,
leaving just the two of them.
The girl stepped closer to An Yuexin. "I’m sorry, because of me..."
An Yuexin shook his head.
"Mai Chuwen from Class Three, I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time. Let me introduce myself—I’m An Yuexin, from Class Five."
The girl’s head snapped up, her face suddenly tinged pink.
"O-oh... so..."
Fang Jun kept glancing back as they walked.
"Lin Mo, let me tell you—An Yuexin has liked that girl for ages."
"If he’s liked her for so long and she didn’t even know, what kind of loudmouth are you?"
Truthfully, Lin Mo already knew about Mai Chuwen—because in the end, she became An Yuexin’s girlfriend.
"Hey, what do you mean ‘loudmouth’? I know what to say and what not to say. Like how I totally spread the word about Chu Miaomiao being your neighbor."
Fang Jun flashed a knowing grin before darting off.
As expected, Fang Jun was still that same mischievous guy.
Lin Mo stretched lazily. Even though he was a slacker, Fang Jun never looked down on him. Though Fang Jun was half a slacker himself, Lin Mo couldn’t help but worry about dragging him down.
Soon, it was time to pack up the equipment and dismiss class.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Wang Zhenji had waited a long time before Zhou Ming finally brought him a spare pair of pants borrowed from the dorm.
"Damn that Lin Mo! Loves playing the hero, huh?"
Wang Zhenji’s face twisted with malice.
Beside him, Zhou Ming’s clothes still bore a massive shoe print.
He clenched his fists.
"What do we do? Should we get people to deal with him? But he’s really good at fighting."
Wang Zhenji sneered. "So what if he’s good? Numbers will crush him. You think he’s Ip Man or something? ‘One against ten’? Then I’ll call twenty!"
With that, Wang Zhenji pulled out his phone and sent a few messages in a QQ group.
Some people test into regular high schools, others into elite ones.
And then there are those who end up in vocational schools.
Some just aren’t cut out for studying—while others are simply rotten to the core.
But even rotten people can have friends in top-tier high schools.
Soon, the group chat was buzzing with agitation.
Even though the "Young and Dangerous" movie era was over a decade ago, many still clung to its code of brotherhood.
So when Wang Zhenji called for backup, plenty were willing to help.
First, for loyalty. Second, for the restless energy of youth with nowhere to go.
And third—just for the thrill of it.
Beating someone up? So what if they’re high schoolers? Once they’re off campus, they’re fair game.
Zhou Ming volunteered to gather intel.
All of this unfolded in the shadows.
Back in class, the boys and girls were still buzzing about what happened on the soccer field.
When Jiang Yunlu heard about it, she couldn’t help but glance at Lin Mo.
"Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn’t I be?" Lin Mo had already prepped his materials for class.
"Those two were even weaker than Su Mingzhao—about 0.6 Su Mingzhaos, I’d say."
Su Mingzhao remained blissfully unaware that he’d become a unit of measurement for combat prowess.
As a basketball club member, he couldn’t care less about soccer field drama.
Especially when it involved Lin Mo showing off.
Lin Mo had top grades and could fight.
Thankfully, if you didn’t provoke him, he’d leave you alone.
So Su Mingzhao had stopped picking fights with him.
That said, he wouldn’t mind seeing Lin Mo humiliated by someone else.
When An Yuexin returned, his face now sported a cartoon bandage.
The moment he stepped in, the boys started teasing him.
Fang Jun slung an arm over his shoulders. "Looks like you’ve got a shot, huh?"
"Not even close. But at least she knows I exist now."
An Yuexin scratched his head sheepishly.
Then he pulled a can of cola from his pocket and set it on Lin Mo’s desk.
"Lin Mo, thanks for standing up for me earlier."
Lin Mo waved it off. "We’re classmates. Besides, they were in the wrong."
At that moment, Fang Jun crouched in the aisle between Lin Mo and Fang Jiajun’s seats, lowering his voice.
"Got some intel—Zhou Ming’s been asking around about you. I think they’re planning something."
Lin Mo smirked. "You guys gonna back me up?"
"Of course! After school, wait for me and Xie Yuling. We’ll leave together—nothing will happen."
Fang Jun thumped his chest. "One call from me, and I can bring a whole crew."
Lin Mo patted Fang Jun’s shoulder.
"Appreciate it. But don’t worry—if they really try anything, I’ll teach them the meaning of despair."
Seeing Lin Mo’s confidence, Fang Jun didn’t doubt him for a second.
Just two kicks today had taken care of two guys.
Zhou Ming had needed half the day to recover.
Fang Jun figured he’d be hurting for hours if he took a hit like that.
Nearby, Jiang Yunlu frowned. "Shouldn’t we tell the homeroom teacher? This could get serious."
Lin Mo turned to her—she’d been eavesdropping openly.
"And say what? ‘Someone might come after me, can you be my bodyguard’? Relax. If they call people, Fang Jun can call people too."
Jiang Yunlu pressed on. "But violence doesn’t solve anything."
"Violence that doesn’t solve anything just wasn’t violent enough." Lin Mo shrugged.
Truth has always been defined by range.
From ancient times to now, the bigger the fists, the bigger the truth.
History’s wars prove it again and again.
When your fists are big enough, scholars will bend logic to justify you.
Jiang Yunlu watched him with concern, but Wang Qin tugged at her sleeve.
"Yunlu, don’t overthink it. Fang Jun’s a local—he can get help easily. Even the drill instructor said Lin Mo’s tough."
But Jiang Yunlu just didn’t get it. Why resort to fighting?
Couldn’t they just get along?
Lin Mo wasn’t exactly fond of fighting either—he was afraid he might accidentally kill someone.
But if they came at him, he wouldn’t hold back.
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
