The Drunkard's Intent

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.