However, the first fight that broke out wasn’t targeting Lin Mo.
It was that foul-mouthed Su Mingzhao.
Lin Mo, Xie Yuling, and Fang Jun were walking together.
Since Fang Jun had insisted on protecting Lin Mo no matter what, he tagged along.
An Yuexin had gone a different way, so he couldn’t join them.
Then, they spotted Su Mingzhao being dragged into an alley by a group of guys who immediately started beating him up.
Fang Jun glanced over and, like a walking encyclopedia, remarked, "Those are from the basketball team."
"How do you know?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.
"I’ve seen them before. Ma Li mentioned they’re all on the team. Looks like Su Mingzhao pissed them off, so they’re teaching him a lesson."
Given Su Mingzhao’s penchant for trash talk, that was entirely plausible.
Fang Jun thought for a moment and said, "Whatever, I’ll go talk to them. If this keeps up, someone’s gonna get seriously hurt."
With that, he strode forward.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop it! Cut it out already!"
Hearing this, Lin Mo couldn’t help but glance up at the sky.
No rain in sight.
The guys actually stopped.
Su Mingzhao was curled up on the ground, arms shielding his head. The alley was filthy, but he’d managed to protect himself well enough.
"What? You want some too?"
Fang Jun waved his hands dismissively. "You’ve already beaten him up, vented your anger. If you hurt him too badly, you’ll just bring trouble on yourselves. Let it go."
But Fang Jun’s attempt at mediation didn’t seem to work.
In fact, the guys looked like they were about to turn on him next.
Lin Mo stepped forward.
Only for someone to grab his wrist.
He turned around.
Xie Yuling frowned at him.
"It’s dangerous."
Lin Mo patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Don’t worry, it’s fine. I can handle it."
With that, he gently pulled free and walked toward Fang Jun.
"You’re from the basketball team, right? If your coach finds out you’re beating up fellow students outside, do you think he’ll still want you? You’ve already roughed him up—are you really trying to kill him?"
The message was simple.
Back off now, and nothing happens.
Don’t, and I’ll report you.
Tattling might be a childish tactic, but it was undeniably effective.
These guys had something to lose, so they hesitated.
But more than that, they hesitated because of Lin Mo himself—his reputation preceded him.
In the end, the guys gave Su Mingzhao one last kick before walking away.
Fang Jun didn’t bother helping Su Mingzhao up.
"Good thing you stepped in. Who knows how far they would’ve gone otherwise."
Fang Jun saw things clearly.
Lin Mo glanced across the street, where a certain girl was staring intently at him.
"Let’s go. I still have to escort my landlady home."
He returned to Xie Yuling’s side.
"Didn’t even throw a punch," he said with a shrug.
"Doesn’t matter. There were five of them!" Xie Yuling’s frown deepened.
"Alright, alright, next time I’ll just call the cops." Lin Mo waved his phone.
Xie Yuling rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, continuing down the street.
Lin Mo followed silently behind.
Fang Jun, meanwhile, stayed vigilant, scanning their surroundings.
After what happened to Su Mingzhao, he wasn’t taking any chances.
But Lin Mo had his spiritual sense—he knew exactly if anyone was lying in wait.
So he wasn’t nearly as cautious.
Or rather, he’d been the most cautious from the start.
At the intersection, they parted ways. Lin Mo looked at Fang Jun.
"Stay safe."
Fang Jun waved him off. "I’ll be fine. The whole neighborhood knows me. If anything happens, the uncles and aunties will step in."
In other words, the urban village was Fang Jun’s turf.
That was reassuring.
Only after Fang Jun left did Xie Yuling speak up.
"How did you even get on their bad side?"
Though Fang Jun had given a brief explanation earlier, Xie Yuling wanted to hear Lin Mo’s version.
So Lin Mo recounted the full story—just standing up for a classmate, nothing more.
Xie Yuling couldn’t help but say, "You didn’t have to get involved."
"A gentleman knows when to act and when not to. Besides, it was just about settling a dispute."
Xie Yuling looked up, her small fists lightly pounding Lin Mo’s chest.
"Why do people like you always do this? Thinking about everyone else but yourselves! What if something happens? What about the people left behind?"
Her voice trembled, and Lin Mo noticed her reddened eyes.
He didn’t know the details of how Xie Yuling’s father had died, but now… he was starting to piece it together.
Gently, he patted her back.
"It’s okay. I’m not the reckless type. I’m steady, reliable. You don’t have to worry about me—your tenant’s a tough one."
The word "tenant" seemed to snap her out of it.
Without realizing, she’d hugged him.
The moment she came to her senses, she let go.
Lin Mo had a guess why Xie Yuling had warmed up to him lately.
Maybe, in some ways, he reminded her of her father.
He reached out and ruffled her hair.
"Relax. We’re just students. Nothing’s gonna happen."
Xie Yuling’s face flushed crimson, as if overheating. She yanked the door open and bolted upstairs.
She didn’t stop until she reached the top floor, where she nearly collided with Auntie Zheng, who was carrying a plate of fruit.
Without a word, Xie Yuling dashed into her room—no way she’d let her mom see her like this.
"What’s gotten into you, running around like that?"
Dropping her bag, Xie Yuling leaned against the door, panting heavily.
She touched her head where Lin Mo had ruffled her hair.
Her heart was still pounding wildly.
Soon, her mom’s voice came from outside.
"Ah, Lin Mo, that girl just sprinted into her room for some reason."
Then she heard Lin Mo chuckle.
"Nothing serious. I tricked her into a race—whoever got upstairs first would win. But I didn’t run, so she probably got embarrassed for falling for it."
Auntie Zheng bought the flimsy excuse.
"I washed some fruit. Help yourself, Lin Mo."
"Thanks, Auntie Zheng."
Lin Mo didn’t hesitate, picking up a plum and biting into it.
The chilled fruit was sweet and tart, the sourness strong but not unpleasant.
As he ate, Xie Yuling emerged from her room.
Her heartbeat had steadied, and the flush on her cheeks had faded.
But the moment she saw him, she shot him a glare.
Lin Mo pretended not to notice, turning away to focus on his plum.
Xie Yuling retaliated by stomping on his foot.
But with his spiritual sense, he dodged effortlessly.
Splat!
The sound of her slipper hitting the floor was crisp.
And now she was even angrier.
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
