Fang Jun took the menu and started checking off items with a flourish, as if the food were free.
"Thirty large beef skewers, ten chicken wings, two dozen oysters to start, twenty pork belly skewers, plus a roasted eggplant, and some roasted chives..."
Jian Peipei watched from the side, her brows furrowed into a tight knot. Finally unable to hold back, she reached out and stopped Fang Jun's pen.
"That's enough, Fang Jun. There are only four of you. Are you ordering all this to feed a pig?"
Fang Jun's hand paused on the menu. He looked up at her, completely oblivious.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Sister Peipei? You're thinking too small, aren't you?"
He patted his chest exaggeratedly. "If it were normal people, we definitely couldn't finish it. But today is different. With my Old Mo here, this is nothing! Today, he is that pig!"
He pointed at Lin Mo with a gesture as if he were introducing some legendary gluttonous beast.
"This is Old Mo's farewell dinner, so we must let him eat and drink to his heart's content! Don't worry about it, just serve the dishes!"
Meeting Jian Peipei's scrutinizing gaze, Lin Mo calmly added, "My appetite is indeed quite good. Besides, it might be months before I can eat this again."
He said this lightly, but it only made Fang Jun more enthusiastic.
"Did you hear that! Did you hear that!" Fang Jun shoved the menu back into Jian Peipei's hands. "Hurry up and let Uncle Jian start grilling. Don't delay our brotherly bonding. Don't worry, if we can't finish it, it's on me. I'll just pack it up and take it home!"
Holding the densely packed order sheet, Jian Peipei looked Lin Mo up and down once more.
He was fair and clean-cut, with a well-proportioned figure. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a bottomless pit.
This Fang Jun was most likely just trying to support her family's business. She really didn't know how to repay this favor.
Jian Peipei was plain-looking, so she naturally wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think Fang Jun liked her. Therefore, her thoughts were simply about returning a favor.
"Sigh, I'll just give them a discount,"
she muttered in her heart. She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her footsteps exuding a vibe of "I'm waiting to see how you guys are going to finish all this."
Once Jian Peipei left, the guys relaxed quite a bit.
When young people gathered together, they had no filter on their mouths. They talked about anything and everything under the sun.
However, remembering something, Fang Jun suddenly dropped his smile. He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and looked at Lin Mo with a serious expression.
"Old Mo, I need to give you a heads-up."
"This trip to Tianjing for you and Tong Dong will take a month or two at the shortest, and who knows how long at the longest. I'm afraid that as soon as you two leave, those two newcomers will snatch your seats."
Fang Jun's words carried a hidden meaning.
Lin Mo picked up his cup, took a sip of iced cola, and didn't even bat an eyelid.
Of course, he knew who Fang Jun was talking about. Without even guessing, he knew it was Zhou Nianqian and Ye Minghui.
Ever since transferring to their class, those two had indeed been well-behaved and hadn't actively caused any trouble.
As for Zhou Nianqian's little intentions, Lin Mo was also well aware of them.
But he couldn't just deal with someone just because they liked Jiang Yunlu, right?
Could it be that in the future, if anyone liked them, Lin Mo would have to eliminate them?
He wasn't that overbearing.
Seeing that Lin Mo didn't care, Fang Jun got a little anxious.
"Old Mo, don't brush this off! Those two guys are no saints. They're secretly wicked!"
"Right! Especially that Ye Minghui, he's totally two-faced!"
Jian Zihao immediately leaned in, lowering his voice like an underground intelligence agent. "Last time I was getting water in the corridor, I heard him and Zhou Nianqian judging the people in our class. Their mouths were filthy!"
He imitated Ye Minghui's arrogant tone, curling his lips as he said, "He said that apart from Jiang, Xie, Chu, and Cai, all the girls in this class are ugly and vulgar. He even said they all look poor and sour, completely ruining his appetite."
As soon as these words came out, Hao Qiang and An Yuexin's expressions darkened.
Even Fang Jun was the same. What did this mean? It meant his Caicaizi might have been targeted too!
After all, they were in the same class. Saying such things was simply going too far.
Hao Qiang followed with a muffled snort, "I also heard them saying they were waiting for some opportunity. I reckon they're waiting for you to go to Tianjing."
For a moment, the atmosphere grew a bit heavy.
Lin Mo put down his cup, the base making a soft clink against the tabletop.
He raised his eyes, swept a glance over his brothers, and smiled.
"I've already spoken with Chen Xiaoya. Our seats basically won't change. If they're empty, they'll just stay empty."
"That's hard to say!" Fang Jun slapped his thigh. "If they can't do it openly, wouldn't they try something in secret?"
Speaking of this, he suddenly puffed out his chest, adopting a posture as if he held the world in his hands, and patted his chest heavily.
"Don't worry! Your brother here already has a foolproof plan!"
"As soon as you guys leave, I'll go sit in Tong Dong's seat, and then have Cai Junhuang sit in your seat! With the two of us holding down the fort, I guarantee it'll be impregnable. Not even a fly will be able to get in!"
Fang Jun spoke with impassioned fervor, spit flying everywhere, as if he could already see his own heroic figure turning the tide and guarding the class's honor.
However, after he finished speaking, a bizarre silence fell over the table.
Jian Zihao and Hao Qiang sat with their mouths open, looking at Fang Jun, and then at Lin Mo.
An Yuexin slowly put down his chopsticks, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. He stared at Fang Jun as if trying to re-evaluate him.
"Wait a minute," An Yuexin spoke methodically, as if solving a complex math problem. "You sit in Tong Dong's seat, and Cai Junhuang sits in Lin Mo's seat..."
He paused deliberately, drawing out his words, his mouth curling into an all-knowing smile.
"Then wouldn't you two... become desk-mates?"
"Ooooh~~"
Instantly, as if Jian Zihao and Hao Qiang had achieved a sudden enlightenment, their teasing hoots rose one after another.
"I was wondering! So that's what you were plotting!"
"What a brilliant move of deception! Fang Jun, you sneaky devil, you're really something!"
"The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but on the desk-mate! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Fang Jun's face, which had just been full of righteous loyalty, instantly flushed red all the way to his neck. He stiffened his neck and argued back, "Nonsense! I'm doing this for the group! For the big picture! You guys don't know shit!"
Looking at his flustered and embarrassed state, Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He had received his brothers' good intentions.
As for those two clowns, Lin Mo had plenty of time to play with them slowly.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
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?!
