The appearance of Jiang Yunlu drew many eyes.
Both men and women found her to be the kind of beauty that carried an effortless grace.
Most notably, she exuded a certain air that set her apart from ordinary students.
Yet the moment Jiang Yunlu entered, she headed straight for Lin Mo and even took the seat beside him as her own.
This stirred envy among countless young hearts—not just boys who wished to sit with girls, but girls who longed to be close to other girls too.
Only Lin Mo remained seated, absorbed in his phone.
Other money-making methods felt hollow.
In 2012, investing in cryptocurrency was the real deal.
No need to look elsewhere—just focus on Bitcoin.
Lin Mo was figuring out how to improve his technical skills online so he could stockpile a batch.
Twelve years later, a single Bitcoin would be worth $100,000.
Of course, Lin Mo was well aware of Bitcoin’s volatility. Buy low, sell high—leverage contracts, short it—there were countless ways to profit.
So he wasn’t in a rush to make money.
For now, he simply jotted down every viable method he could think of at home.
There was also Moutai stock, along with other shares destined to multiply in value.
The reason he knew so much about these unconventional paths was simple: in his past life, Lin Mo had been idle and unambitious, so he’d naturally picked up this kind of knowledge.
If not for the buff of rebirth, he’d sooner die than touch any of it again.
Just as Lin Mo was scrolling through his phone, a middle-aged woman stepped onto the classroom platform.
Her stern face grew even more displeased as she surveyed the noisy crowd.
With a ruler in hand, she smacked the desk hard several times.
"Silence!"
A single sharp command, clear and carrying, instantly hushed the entire room.
Lin Mo recognized that voice—it stirred an odd sense of nostalgia in him.
Guangba Middle School’s admission score was 620—not the highest tier, but certainly no place for slackers.
People often said college entrance exams were the watershed moment, but middle school exams were just as decisive.
Of course, those willing to pay an "alternative admission fee" could slip in with slightly lower scores.
But prestigious schools always prioritized their undergraduate success rates.
Students with abysmal foundations need not apply.
So in this class, hardly anyone had scored below 600 in the middle school exams.
A single cold rebuke from the homeroom teacher was enough to cow them all.
Satisfied by the quiet, the teacher nodded and wrote her name on the blackboard:
Chen Xiaoya
"My name is Chen Xiaoya. I’m the homeroom teacher of Class 8, Grade 1, and also your math instructor. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, but let me warn you—if you don’t want to study, fine. But if you disrupt others, I’ll throw you out."
True to her word, this no-nonsense teacher meant what she said.
In Lin Mo’s past life, when he’d slacked off and skipped class, Chen Xiaoya had simply written him off without a second thought.
With her declaration made, the class remained silent.
Unfazed, Chen Xiaoya picked up a roster.
"Roll call. When your name is called, stand and introduce yourself."
She gave no time to prepare.
"Ma Xiang... Ma Ruixiang."
A square-faced boy promptly straightened up. "Here!"
Seated in the front row, he turned to his classmates with brimming confidence.
"Hello everyone, I’m Ma Ruixiang. My hobbies include reading classics and playing basketball.
‘When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on any man, it will first exercise his mind with suffering, toughen his sinews and bones with toil, expose his body to hunger, subject him to poverty, and frustrate his efforts—so as to stimulate his resolve, toughen his nature, and enhance his capabilities.’
I’m thrilled to be your classmate. Let’s strive together in the days ahead."
This pompous display instantly made the other boys frown.
They’d all studied that text—who did he think he was, showing off?
Someone immediately quipped,
"How thrilled?"
Ma Ruixiang froze, at a loss for a comeback.
The class erupted in laughter.
But Chen Xiaoya seemed to approve of such introductions. Nodding, she motioned for Ma Ruixiang to sit while glaring at the heckler.
"Think that’s funny? Fine—you introduce yourself next."
Lin Mo glanced over. It was one of the class troublemakers—Su Mingzhao.
Of course, Lin Mo himself had once been another.
But he’d never been close to Su Mingzhao; in fact, they’d clashed more than once.
Strictly speaking, Lin Mo was the "chaotic good" type of troublemaker.
Su Mingzhao, however, was "chaotic evil"—living solely for his own amusement.
This scene was playing out exactly as it had in his past life.
Su Mingzhao smirked, unfazed. After scanning the room, his gaze landed on Jiang Yunlu.
"Me? The name’s Su Mingzhao—‘Zhao’ as in Li Zhongzhao. I’m a beast at basketball too. Back in my middle school, I was unbeatable."
Ma Ruixiang, still smarting from earlier, seized the chance to jab back.
"If Mr. Li Zhongzhao knew you were using his name like that, he’d leap out of his coffin in rage."
Another wave of laughter swept the room.
But Su Mingzhao didn’t laugh. He locked eyes with Ma Ruixiang.
"Pretty sure you said you like basketball. Let’s play sometime. Loser calls the winner ‘Dad.’"
Ma Ruixiang tilted his head.
"Call you what?"
"Dad."
"What?"
"Dad!"
"Aww, good boy!"
Ma Ruixiang leaned back, looking smugly victorious.
Su Mingzhao, however, flushed red. Before he could charge over, Chen Xiaoya’s ruler cracked against the blackboard.
"Enough! First day of school, and you’re already at each other’s throats? Want to brawl? Should I call your parents to watch?"
She pointed the ruler at Su Mingzhao. "Sit down!"
The instigator deserved no leniency.
Su Mingzhao eyed the ruler, then grudgingly obeyed.
No one dared defy the homeroom teacher on day one.
Those who did wouldn’t last long.
Once order was restored, Chen Xiaoya spoke. "Keep introductions brief—just enough for everyone to know you. Next, Xue Zigui."
"Zheng Cuie."
"Zhang Yuxin."
"Lin Mo."
Jiang Yunlu immediately turned to watch as Lin Mo rose slowly.
"Hello, I’m Lin Mo. No particular hobbies, but if I had to name one, I’d say I enjoy working out."
The Body Tempering Pill had granted him physique beyond ordinary limits—surpassing even Olympic athletes.
Here, Lin Mo was laying groundwork.
But he had no plans to pursue sports. Freedom mattered more, and it didn’t align with his goals or his philosophy of laying low.
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
