Another Chu Miaomiao?
Lin Mo put down his phone, feeling somewhat curious.
He hadn't noticed any signs of soul-splitting in Chu Miaomiao.
As for a split personality, that wasn't impossible. A person with a weak character might split off a dominant personality to protect themselves.
Could Lin Mo accept it?
He definitely could.
But what did Chu Miaomiao herself think? And how did her other personality view him?
Lin Mo wasn't entirely sure.
The reason for his uncertainty was entirely because Jiang Yunlu hadn't mentioned some of the things the dominant Chu Miaomiao had said.
However, Jiang Yunlu also thought it was a split personality.
After all, everyone felt that Chu Miaomiao wasn't the type who could fake it, and she had also mentioned her own weaker side.
Looks like I'll have to make a trip back.
Lin Mo tapped his fingers lightly, then picked up his exercise books and the notebooks he used for solving problems, and headed toward the training base.
The training base was at its most bustling during the afternoon.
To call it bustling wasn't exactly accurate.
At most, it was everyone doing their own thing.
But this was when the most people were present.
The rules of this place were very strange. There was no sign-in, no morning reading, and no assigned seats for studying.
Whether you wanted to solve problems in the hallway, lie on the grass to write, or go back to your own room to work, it was all fine.
They assigned exercises, and then it was results-oriented.
The result was the ultimate goal.
Teaching a bunch of geniuses naturally followed this logic.
You just needed to do the problems. If you didn't know how, you found a teacher. After the teacher explained it, you continued working.
It looked simple, but the teaching resources and the difficulty of the questions backing it up meant that not a single link was put together casually.
Most of the teachers at the base were young, around thirty years old. Many of them came from various competitions, had won placements, and were backed by actual achievements before being brought in specifically to help students sort out their problem-solving thought processes.
The ones truly responsible for creating the questions were teachers with deeper seniority, who generally rarely showed their faces.
Lin Mo glanced around as he entered. A few students were scattered around the hall, either staring blankly at their problems or writing furiously, as quiet as mice.
A teacher sat in front of a screen, his hand speed very steady, the clicking of his mouse even.
Lin Mo walked over and stood behind him, not making a sound, just watching for a while.
It was League of Legends.
He was playing a Xerath, and basically, all of his skills were landing.
The old version of Xerath sitting on his golden toilet was basically a sniper rifle.
This playstyle sounded simple, relying on the accuracy of non-targeted skills, but there really weren't many who could push their skill hit rate to this level.
Lin Mo counted; from the mid-lane laning phase to team fights, his skills had barely missed.
The enemy tank was incredibly beefy, yet was still suppressed by a full combo until his health was critical, and was finally taken out by a single blast.
The chat box was already exploding.
Scripter!
Hurry up and report him!
If all skills landed, even a pure tank would melt.
People were already calling him a scripter.
Most importantly, this teacher kept controlling Xerath to scratch his head.
Mental attack!
Only when the end-of-game screen appeared did he turn his head, immediately meeting Lin Mo's eyes.
He paused for two seconds.
Wanna play a couple of rounds?
Lin Mo smiled and offered the notebooks in his hand forward. Sure, let me hand in my homework first.
Looking at the thick notebooks in Lin Mo's hand.
Qi Ming took them and casually flipped one open, then froze.
There were several notebooks here.
They were densely packed with problems and solution steps. From the first page to the last, not a single spot was left blank.
No way.
Qi Ming flipped back to the cover, his expression a bit subtle. You haven't been here for just a few days, and you finished all of it?
Lin Mo nodded. Yeah, I figured I'd write down the ones I knew first and skip the ones I didn't, and then I just kept going until I finished them all.
He said this breezily.
Hearing this, Qi Ming felt that this guy was acting too pretentious, even more pretentious than him.
But then he remembered that Lin Mo had also gotten a perfect score on his first test at the base.
He had contributed some of the questions in the exercise books himself, so he knew better than anyone what level of difficulty they were.
Several of them were specifically spliced in by them, designed to stump those students who thought they knew everything. Yet this guy went back for a few days and directly handed in a completed book.
Too ruthless. He was even more ruthless than a werewolf.
Alright.
Flipping through the problems inside, Qi Ming hurriedly stood up.
Since that's the case, I'll take this over to Teacher Bai to have a look. I'm not good at grading homework.
After saying that, he left, his pace very fast.
He hadn't taken two steps before he turned back.
By the way, turn on a computer next to me. I'm on the Black Rose server, lots of girls there. If you don't have an account, I'll borrow one for you.
Lin Mo watched his rapidly retreating back and didn't say much, just walking over to an empty seat nearby and sitting down.
The fact that there were many girls on the Black Rose server, combined with this teacher's League skill level...
Reasonable.
Very reasonable.
Before long, Teacher Bai walked over together with Qi Ming.
He was still holding the notebooks Lin Mo had finished, flipped to several pages in the middle, his eyebrows raised to the heavens.
The younger generation is formidable indeed. He's a natural-born test-taking machine.
Teacher Bai set the problems down on the desk, glanced at Lin Mo, and casually pushed the last few pages toward Qi Ming. Even I think these problems are very difficult, yet you did them both quickly and perfectly.
Teacher Bai carefully observed Lin Mo's face.
No dark circles, no eye bags.
One look and you could tell his sleep quality was excellent.
Teacher Bai sized Lin Mo up again. To be honest, I just picked a few of the most difficult key problems to look at, and they are all correct. You are a genius, and I'm not just saying that to be polite.
He paused. Do you want some new ones? We can specially prepare another set for you here and bump up the difficulty.
Hearing this, Lin Mo didn't doubt for a second that Teacher Bai could genuinely pull out a new exercise book.
So he directly waved his hand.
Let me rest for a few days, go out for a walk and have some fun.
Teacher Bai hadn't expected him to be so blunt.
But that was fine too. Striking a balance between work and rest was more suitable for geniuses. They generally didn't worry too much about geniuses losing their talent just because they relaxed.
If it were any other student, Teacher Bai and the others probably wouldn't have agreed, but Lin Mo was truly impressive. Even problems like that couldn't stump him.
Alright.
Teacher Bai didn't say much more. Until that batch finishes theirs, you can do whatever you want during this time.
After thinking for a moment, he added, National Day is coming up. If you want to go see the flag-raising ceremony, let your lifestyle teacher know so they can arrange the trip together.
Lin Mo nodded in agreement.
However, he had no intention of going to see the flag-raising ceremony.
It would be a sea of people. By then, the people from Yanhuang Awakening would definitely be very busy, and they would still have to send someone to keep an eye on him. There was no need for that.
Going back to Yangcheng to see his friends for National Day would be just fine.
And he could handle some remaining matters along the way.
Especially the changes in Chu Miaomiao.
Thinking about it, Lin Mo felt a little worried.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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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?!
