After more than two months, Lin Mo put on his school uniform again.
To be honest, the feeling of wearing this thing again was quite strange.
Back in Tianjing, it was casual wear every day, and he felt like he had returned to an adult state. Suddenly slipping into this blue-and-white uniform brought back the student feeling.
The sleeves seemed a bit short.
He had grown taller—normal development, after all.
He would need to buy a new uniform.
Lin Mo tugged at his cuff, not really bothered.
The four of them walked side by side on the way to school. The sky had already darkened, and the streetlights stretched their shadows long.
By the time, the bell for evening self-study had long rung, but no one picked up the pace.
Jiang Yunlu walked on the far right, holding half an uneaten sausage in her hand, bought from a street stall on the way.
As a martial artist now, her appetite was different from before.
But she still had to hide it at Xie Yuling’s house.
Xie Yuling shot her a look, disapproving of her eating manners. Jiang Yunlu took a big bite with utter confidence.
Chu Miaomiao walked quietly on Lin Mo’s left, occasionally glancing up at the school, her expression calm, but her steps were a little smaller than usual.
The security booth at the school gate was lit. Wang Jinxi was standing by the iron gate with his hands on his hips, staring toward the road out of habit.
Late at night, most of the late students had already gone in. He was thinking about whether to lock the gate.
Seeing four figures approaching in the distance, Wang Jinxi squinted.
As they got closer, he immediately recognized Lin Mo and the girls behind him.
After all, students who were picked up and dropped off by luxury cars every day left a strong impression.
“Lin Mo?” Wang Jinxi took two steps forward, his tone clearly surprised. “Aren’t you in Tianjing for the competition? Why are you back?”
“Hello, Captain Wang.” Lin Mo nodded and greeted him naturally. “The competition’s over. There’s a break period, so I came back for classes first.”
Wang Jinxi paused, then burst into a grin.
For any other student, being away for a competition was the perfect excuse to skip as much school as possible.
But this guy? After finishing the competition, he actually remembered to come back for evening self-study.
“Alright, alright. That’s our top student from Guangba for you. Come on in, the bell’s already rung.”
Wang Jinxi unlocked the side gate quickly, stepping aside to make room.
If it were any ordinary student? Late by twenty minutes, they’d at least have to sign in and write a self-criticism.
And he’d give them an earful too.
But this was Lin Mo.
Wang Jinxi wasn’t stupid.
Lin Mo offered a thank-you and walked in first. The three girls filed in behind him. Wang Jinxi watched them go with a warm smile, not saying another word.
Once they were a dozen paces away, Jiang Yunlu couldn’t hold back anymore. She leaned in and whispered to Lin Mo, “See? If the three of us had come alone, he’d have said something for sure.”
“Not necessarily,” Xie Yuling chimed in from behind, her voice just loud enough for everyone ahead to hear. “For Lin Mo’s sake, he would’ve let us in anyway.”
Jiang Yunlu snorted with laughter.
Lin Mo didn’t respond to that. He couldn’t, really. He already had special treatment at Guangba, and to deny it would just seem fake.
The teaching building was brightly lit. Through the sports field, you could see the fluorescent lights in every classroom.
During evening self-study, the campus was quiet, broken only by their footsteps.
They passed Class One first.
The window by the corridor in Class One was open. A few students by the window instinctively turned to look at the sound of footsteps.
Lin Mo was handsome, and after last year, he was quite famous—easy to recognize.
So that glance threw them off.
“Holy crap, Lin Mo?” a guy’s voice came through the window, not well-controlled, drawing several others to look over too.
A chorus of whispers followed.
Lin Mo didn’t stop. He tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment and kept walking.
Class Two was the humanities class. When Class Eight was split last year, some students who picked humanities had transferred here.
As Lin Mo passed Class Two’s door, a familiar voice exploded from inside.
“Whoa! Master Mo, you’re back?!”
It was Jian Xiangyang, formerly from Class Eight, known throughout the grade for his loud voice.
That shout made everyone writing homework in Class Two look up at once.
The homeroom teacher wasn’t there, and the classroom burst into energy.
Several people who knew Lin Mo stood up from their seats and leaned over the doorframe to look out.
Lin Mo stopped and turned to Jian Xiangyang with a smile. “Yeah, the national competition’s over. I came back to rest up a bit in class. The international’s in late December.”
Jian Xiangyang opened his mouth and finally managed, “Badass.”
Lin Mo’s casual attitude made quite a few people think he was putting on an act.
But they couldn’t deny it—he really was badass.
A girl beside him whispered to her desk mate, “What does he mean by the international?”
Her desk mate rolled her eyes. “What else? He won at nationals and now he’s representing the country in the internationals.”
“...So that’s a big deal?”
“What do you think?”
The conversation was hushed, but the corridor was quiet, and Lin Mo caught some of it.
He didn’t react much, just waved at Jian Xiangyang and kept walking.
Jiang Yunlu caught up quickly. “You made that sound way too casual, like you were just dropping by.”
“What should I say instead?” Lin Mo countered.
“At least act a little excited, make everyone happy too.”
“He doesn’t need to,” Xie Yuling suddenly cut in, her voice soft and slow. “Just let him quietly show off.”
Jiang Yunlu glanced at Lin Mo’s slightly stiff expression and couldn’t help covering her mouth to laugh.
They continued on, and behind them, the chatter in Class Two didn’t stop.
“Lin Mo made it through the nationals? So he’s top in the country?”
“I saw Tong Dong back this afternoon. I heard he didn’t make it either.”
“All big shots—way out of our league.”
“Anyway, he’s going to represent the country. We’re here doing math problems, while he’s trading blows with geniuses from around the world.”
“Why does he even bother coming back for evening self-study?”
“Maybe that’s the difference between a god of learning and a loser.”
After that last comment, there was a brief silence in the classroom they passed.
Then a collective sigh.
Back at the door to Class Eight, Lin Mo pushed it open and walked in.
The classroom went silent for about three seconds.
Then a guy in the front row widened his eyes.
“Lin Mo’s back?!”
Fang Jun, who had been looking listless, immediately jerked his head up.
A genuine smile spread across his face.
An Yuexin, sitting further back, saw this and let out a breath of relief.
Ever since that day, he hadn’t seen Fang Jun smile much. If it were Lin Mo, maybe he could help him.
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?"
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!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
