Tomato Campsite.
Yes, that was the actual name of the place. Simple, crude, yet highly memorable—it was practically our home!
The campsite was backed by a continuous stretch of green mountains. Though called a campsite, it felt more like an upgraded private farmhouse resort with a bit more wilderness appeal.
The Bentley came to a steady halt. The door opened, and Lin Mo stepped out.
Almost at the same time, his majestic divine sense spread out instantly like an invisible net, enveloping the entire campsite.
A few RVs were scattered around the camp; their owners were probably still enjoying the coziness of camping.
On the lawn not far away, a few colorful tents had already been pitched, looking like mushrooms sprouting from the grass.
Sweeping his divine sense around, Lin Mo did not catch that familiar figure.
It seemed the main character of today had not yet arrived.
Uncle Zhao had already neatly opened the trunk. The spacious area was packed to the brim.
An unplugged refrigerator sat in the back, surrounded by piles of various brand-new camping gear. Looking at this setup, anyone who didn't know better would think a professional outdoor team was having a team-building event.
Lin Mo carefully brought out the custom-made birthday cake and placed it steadily into the fridge. Although he could keep it fresh without a refrigerator, he still had to keep up appearances.
On the other side, Uncle Zhao had finished negotiating with the campsite management. He walked back carrying a thick coil of electrical wire, quickly plugged it in, and the refrigerator instantly began humming happily.
This efficiency made even Lin Mo feel a bit of admiration.
Just as he was about to bend down and move the heavy barbecue grill, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Lin Mo took it out and saw it was Jiang Yunlu.
Hello?
The girl's apologetic voice came from the other end of the line, mixed with the faint sound of the wind. I'm so sorry! Lin Mo, I'm still on my way. Have you arrived?
I just got here too, Lin Mo's voice was very relaxed. Don't rush, I'm doing some prep work with Uncle Zhao.
There was a little situation, but it's been handled. My dad is driving me over now.
The birthday girl has the privilege of being late. Tell your dad to drive safely. Lin Mo's voice transmitted clearly through the receiver.
In the driver's seat, Jiang Chengshan, who was concentrating on driving, twitched his ears. Hearing this, the lines on his stern face softened a bit, but he still gave a soft snort.
At least this kid knows how to talk.
Jiang Yunlu seemed to notice her father's reaction. She glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but chuckle into the phone, Don't worry, my dad's driving skills are super steady.
His daughter's praise was clearly very well-received; Jiang Chengshan felt his hands gripping the steering wheel with even more strength.
Lin Mo smiled and didn't say much more.
His divine sense had already accurately locked onto Jiang Yunlu's position. She was to the southeast, with a straight-line distance of no more than a dozen kilometers.
This distance was still far for ordinary people, but in his perception, it was only a matter of moments away.
Hanging up the phone, Lin Mo started working.
He unloaded the items from the car one by one. The camping area was reserved by Uncle Zhao well in advance; it had an excellent location with a wide, open view.
The barbecue grill, folding tables and chairs, portable cassette stove... Lin Mo arranged them neatly into categories.
He also brought out a brand-new campfire pit.
This device prevented open flames from directly touching the ground, which was especially useful on grass to minimize fire risks.
He looked around. The ground beneath his feet was compacted dirt, which wasn't exactly flammable, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Just as he had almost finished organizing everything, Uncle Zhao walked back carrying two small folding stools.
Young Master Lin, sit down and rest for a bit.
Hearing this, Lin Mo quickly waved his hand, a hint of helplessness on his face. Uncle Zhao, just call me Lin Mo, or Mr. Lin is fine too. The words Young Master sound like we've time-traveled back to a feudal society. It's too awkward.
Uncle Zhao just smiled good-naturedly and didn't reply, but the respect in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.
There were no tents or such things in the Bentley, nor were there any ingredients or fuel.
After Lin Mo unloaded everything, he sat cross-legged on the folding stool, waiting calmly.
He checked his wristwatch. It was still early. The mountain breeze was slightly cool, but it also cleared his mind. He wasn't anxious; everything was under control.
Before long, two vehicles drove over from a distance. One was a tall RV, and the other was a small box truck following behind.
The sound of engines broke the tranquility of the small valley, roaring closer.
But it wasn't Jiang Yunlu and her father.
The RV door opened, and three young people stepped out first.
One guy had flashy dyed red hair, another was dressed head-to-toe in designer sportswear, and walking last was a girl with blonde hair, her two massive earrings glinting in the sunlight.
From the small truck behind them came four or five people in work uniforms, obviously hired helpers.
This group was fully equipped. Not only did they bring professional camping tents and folding tables and chairs, but they even unloaded portable barbecue grills and boxes of refrigerated ingredients.
The helpers moved quickly, directing things skillfully, and soon began setting up a rather large-scale campsite.
This setup made it look as though they had turned outdoor camping into a custom-made luxury experience.
The red-haired guy looked around, his gaze sweeping over the low-key yet luxurious Bentley in the distance.
He didn't show much surprise, just casually remarking, This place is not bad. The air is good, and we should be able to see the stars tonight.
It's alright. Give me the bug spray, I hate bugs the most. The blonde girl scanned her surroundings, her eyes eventually locking onto Lin Mo not far away.
Lin Mo sat on the folding stool with a straight posture. Even though he was just sitting there quietly, he exuded a unique aura.
His face was handsome with sharp, defined features, naturally drawing the attention of some girls.
After all, Lin Mo was a very handsome guy. Although his formidable strength usually overshadowed his looks, when people couldn't see his strength, they would notice his handsomeness.
That girl was also quite good-looking with delicate features. Even though she had dyed blonde hair, wore large earrings, and dressed a bit flashily, she didn't look tacky. Instead, she had a kind of wild beauty that came from careful grooming.
You could say she looked like a delinquent girl, yet she was very refined.
But if you said she didn't, she still had a somewhat loose and wild vibe.
She was wearing a pair of stiletto heels. The heels made crisp clicking sounds on the soft dirt and gravel as she walked straight toward Lin Mo.
Every step carried confidence and purpose.
Lin Mo raised his eyes and looked at the approaching girl.
The girl walked up to him with what she thought was a charming smile on her face, her eyes rippling with allure.
Hey there, you look really familiar. Have we met somewhere before? she asked softly, her voice carrying an intentionally lazy tone.
Lin Mo looked up at the girl, and she even winked at him.
You might know me because I ranked first in the provincial Math Olympiad.
Huh?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
