The Most Entertaining Episode Ever (Happy New Year)

Lin Mo's smile deepened slightly, but the amusement didn't reach his eyes at all.

He held out his hand.

"Shake on it? We'll be classmates from now on, let's get to know each other."

The words were polite, but the extended hand felt like a declaration of war.

Buzzcut stared at that hand. With its distinct knuckles and clean, slender fingers, it didn't look like it had any strength at all.

The contempt in his heart gained the upper hand once again.

What the hell!

"Sure!"

Without a second thought, Buzzcut grabbed Lin Mo's hand, even preparing to secretly exert force to show this so-called top student of the school who was boss.

The very next second, he regretted it.

The expected expression of pain on the other party's face did not appear. Instead, his own palm felt as if it were clamped tightly by an industrial-grade steel vise.

A terrifying, irresistible force surged madly from the point of contact.

He felt his metacarpal bones groaning under the overwhelming pressure, and the hypothenar muscle on his palm felt like it was being ruthlessly crushed back and forth by a steamroller.

In fact, that was exactly what was happening.

Lin Mo was literally crushing his muscles.

Agony, a piercing agony!

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Buzzcut's forehead, the color completely draining from his face. His arrogant attitude was smashed to pieces.

He tried to pull his hand back, only to find the other's hand was like cast iron, completely unmovable.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but under the gaze of the entire class, his pathetic pride forced him to grit his teeth and swallow his screams back down his throat.

Time ticked by. One second, two seconds...

Ten seconds felt as long as a century to Buzzcut.

Lin Mo finally let go, as if he had just done something utterly insignificant.

Buzzcut, on the other hand, looked like he had just been fished out of the water. Cradling his uncontrollably trembling hand, his expression was completely twisted by excruciating pain and humiliation.

Lin Mo looked down at him, his voice still flat.

"Get out of this seat."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Buzzcut's pale face.

"And then, get out of this class."

As his words fell, the students of Class Eight didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

At some point, Fang Jun and An Yuexin had slipped behind Buzzcut and his companion, standing there like two guardian deities.

If a fight really broke out, they were ready to tackle and restrain them from behind.

However, it was still more satisfying to watch Master Mo's solo show.

At this moment, the air in Class Eight seemed to have stagnated.

Everyone's eyes were like iron filings drawn to a magnet, firmly fixed on Buzzcut, who was clutching his palm, his face turning green and white.

Leave, or not leave?

This was no longer just about a seat; it was about pride.

In the dead silence, Buzzcut suddenly raised his head, a stubborn ruthlessness in his eyes. "The seats haven't even been assigned yet. I can sit wherever the hell I want. Is it any of your business?"

Typical thug logic. When fists proved useless, they started trying to argue with twisted reasoning.

Unfortunately, reason wasn't on his side either.

Lin Mo couldn't even be bothered to get riled up, simply standing idly in the aisle, his indifference completely out of place amidst the surrounding tension.

"The seats indeed haven't been assigned."

He nodded. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"But even if they were, they'd be assigned to the students of Class Eight. You two aren't even students of Class Eight, so what the fuck are you assigning?"

A true display of manners.

As soon as these words came out, the whole class was stunned.

"Holy shit!"

After a brief dead silence, Fang Jun was the first to explode. He marched over from behind, pointing at the two of them and blasting: "No seriously, what are your names? Coming to our Class Eight to run wild, do you think there's no one here to stop you?!"

As he yelled, he was quick-handed enough to pull out a brand new summer homework workbook right out of the backpack that Buzzcut's companion had thrown on the desk.

Fang Jun held the workbook up to his eyes and loudly read the name on the cover.

"Li Bo?"

After reading it, as if remembering something, he dashed to the classroom door, stuck his head close to the class roster posted on it, and quickly ran his finger down the list.

The entire class's gaze followed his movements.

It was one thing not to look, but upon looking, Fang Jun's volume instantly rose by eight octaves, carrying the wild ecstasy of discovering a new continent.

"Holy shit! They really aren't from our fucking class! Li Bo, right? Where did you wild men come from! What are you two doing coming to our Class Eight pretending to be big shots? Get out, get out, get out!"

The boy named Li Bo instantly turned red in the face. Not believing Fang Jun's words, he quickly walked to the door and looked at the list in disbelief.

From top to bottom, from left to right, he carefully read it three times.

On the roster for Class Eight, the name Li Bo was indeed nowhere to be found.

At the same time, Buzzcut's name wasn't there either.

They had gone to the wrong class.

Going to the wrong class was originally just a bit embarrassing, but going to the wrong class, trying to steal a seat, and then getting beaten up after failing to steal it... this was simply a public execution.

It was too much to bear.

"Pfft!"

Someone couldn't hold it in, and a snicker broke the stalemate.

Immediately after, suppressed roars of laughter broke out like a bursting dam, instantly flooding the entire classroom.

"Hahahahaha! That's hilarious, you guys are absolute fucking geniuses!"

"No way, man. We're in high school and people are still walking into the wrong class? Isn't that elementary schooler behavior?"

"Dying of laughter here. They came to our Class Eight to establish dominance, and not only did they fail, but one of them almost got his hand broken."

"Wait, doesn't he know Lin Mo? Lin Mo from our class is so badass, and he still dared to provoke him."

"Joke of the year. I suggest we report this to the school broadcasting station."

Amidst the discussions and mockery, Buzzcut's face could no longer just be described as colorful; it was practically a dye vat.

He had originally come into the classroom, seen two very pretty girls, Jiang Yunlu and Chu Miaomiao, sitting to the left and behind this seat, and so he had plopped himself down there.

That way, he could at least enjoy the advantage of being close to them.

He just didn't expect that this seat belonged to Lin Mo.

He had heard of Lin Mo's reputation, but he hadn't taken it to heart.

As a result, he didn't expect to be completely crushed on the very first day of school.

He pushed aside the still-dazed Li Bo and rushed to the roster himself.

His eyes glared fixedly at the piece of paper, as if he wanted to burn his own name onto it with his gaze.

However, it wasn't there.

His name... really wasn't on it.

"That's impossible," Buzzcut muttered to himself, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

At this point, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't stay any longer.

Li Bo's face was so red it could bleed. He grabbed Buzzcut, who was still doubting his entire existence.

"Let's go, let's go, bro. Stop embarrassing us here, I'm begging you!"

How could the two of them still care about seats or pride? Grabbing their backpacks, they practically fled out of the Class Eight classroom amidst the deafening laughter of the entire class.

However, this story would probably circulate throughout the entire sophomore grade for a long time.

At the next school sports meet, they would definitely be everyone's laughingstock.