The Scene of Slapping Faces

All eyes turned to Lin Mo!

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and looked down.

Then... he locked eyes with Lu Xiaochen.

Lu Xiaochen stood among the boxing club crowd, her chin slightly lifted, clearly a provocative expression.

"No way," Lin Mo muttered to himself. "So petty, she's still making things up about me?"

Then his gaze shifted and he saw Jiang Cuo on the ring, staring right at him.

Great. He really was indeed here for him.

But Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, leaned back casually, and let out a slow yawn, squeezing a bit of tears from the corner of his eye.

"Come on, let's go grab something to eat, then watch the show tonight."

"No way! Master Mo, that guy seems to be coming for you," An Yuexin couldn't help saying, his finger practically poking Lin Mo's nose.

Xie Yuling suddenly spoke. "He didn't call out any names. There's no point in actively stepping up."

That was actually a fair point.

Jiang Yunlu blinked. "How about I go up? I think I can handle it."

Her eyes were unnaturally bright when she said this.

It was obvious that Jiang Yunlu had an extraordinary enthusiasm for crushing weaker opponents.

But Lin Mo just waved his hand and said, "Let's go. Why bother wasting time on easy opponents? Better think about what to eat tonight."

"Hot pot!" Jiang Yunlu instantly switched channels.

"Alright, hot pot it is."

The group stood up and headed for the gymnasium exit.

Voices behind them faded away. The chatter of boxing club members buzzed into a murmur. Someone shouted something, but Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to listen.

The audience around them was also quite disappointed.

Some whispered whether Lin Mo was chickening out.

Others said Lin Mo did not need to take on this fight.

Then finally.

"Lin Mo! Don't you dare leave!"

Lu Xiaochen's voice exploded throughout the gymnasium.

A moment of silence.

Nearly everyone twisted their heads around.

Oh ho, she named him directly.

Lin Mo stopped walking and finally turned to look at the boxing club.

Lu Xiaochen lifted her head, standing below the ring, fists clenched.

A few club members beside her instinctively stepped half a step forward, lining up beside her.

"Lin Mo! Do you think our boxing club wouldn't have made it without you?"

Her words came out strong.

But Lin Mo noticed her eyes were a bit red — not from grievance, but from surging emotions.

He shrugged. "I never said anything like that. I just didn't want to be the president of your boxing club."

His tone was too flat.

So flat that Lu Xiaochen was momentarily choked up.

She stomped her foot, her chest heaving, lips moving twice but the words stuck in her throat.

On the ring, Jiang Cuo raised his hand.

"Wait."

His voice was not loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear.

"Don't get stuck on these little issues."

Jiang Cuo still had his gloves on as he pointed at Lin Mo. "Lin Mo, I just want a spar with you. I heard you're the best fighter on campus."

As soon as those words left his mouth, the previously hushed murmurs in the gymnasium burst out.

"Here it comes! A direct challenge!"

"But it's all just hearsay so far. Who knows if Lin Mo's actually that tough."

"Shh, shh, shh. Don't speak. Just watch the show."

Sure enough, Lin Mo turned around helplessly.

"Think this is a hot-blooded high school drama? Stop messing around."

He really thought it was pointless.

Jiang Cuo didn't respond, but didn't look away either.

Just then, Jiang Yunlu suddenly darted out, jumping up and raising her hand. "I'll do it! I'd love to teach this noob a lesson!"

Mai Chuwen tugged at her from behind. "Miss, calm down."

"Let go of me! Let me teach him what's what."

Good grief.

But Jiang Cuo wasn't interested in that. He stared steadily at Lin Mo.

"What's the matter? You don't dare step up, so you pawn it off on a girl?"

It was a cliché provocation, but Lin Mo had pride. He wasn't some side character. Whoever wanted to slap his face was destined to get slapped hard in return.

Lin Mo sighed, reached out, and pressed down on Jiang Yunlu's head, ruffling it a couple of times.

"Looks like the young lady won't get to have her fun. He insisted on fighting me."

Jiang Yunlu looked up at him. "After you' re done, can I fight one round?"

"No. You stay put."

Lin Mo let go and walked toward the ring.

He didn't walk fast. His hands hung naturally at his sides, his back loose, shoulders swaying slightly.

The people sitting along the aisle moved aside as he passed.

Some pulled out their phones to start recording.

There was a rush of excitement in their eyes.

This was more thrilling than a match between two club presidents.

Cheers erupted all around.

People love a good show. A few had even started calling friends to come watch.

A Taekwondo club versus boxing club might be nothing special, but Lin Mo versus the boxing club president? That was a must-see.

If Lin Mo lost, then this guy Jiang Cuo would be something serious.

Lin Mo reached the ring.

Li Yongkang had come over without notice.

Keeping his voice low, he said, "Even our president can't beat him. He's really strong."

Lin Mo laughed casually. "You don't really think your president could beat me, do you?"

Li Yongkang's expression froze for a second.

Ding Xi, who had been sitting nearby, lifted her head to look at Lin Mo.

Her mouth opened slightly, tempted to retort.

But there was nothing to argue.

Lin Mo added, "We need night sea pearls." Ding Meng was stunned by this demand, "Night sea pearls?" In the entire northeast coast, this kind of thing could only be produced by the South Sea Dragon Palace.

Li Yongkang spoke again. "At least wear some protective gear. Just wear some pads."

Lin Mo waved it off. "No need. Gloves are enough."

Ding Xi finally opened her mouth. "His punches are heavy. You really should wear protection."

Lin Mo shook his head. "He's not going to hit me anyway. Wearing it doesn't matter."

Arrogant. Completely arrogant.

Li Yongkang put the gloves on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stepped onto the ring.

Across from him, Jiang Cuo was already in position.

The two faced each other.

And the waves of cheers just kept washing over.

People love their drama.

A new wave of people poured into the gym entrance, some still panting from running. They shouted as they ran.

"Wait for me! Has it started? Has it started?"

"Not yet, not yet! Hurry up, find a seat!"

An Yuexin stood below the ring, counting on his fingers. "How long ago did he post on his Moments? And they're already here? Do these people live next to the gym or what?"

Xie Yuling leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, her tone remote.

"You underestimate how fast idle hands work."

On the other side, Chu Miaomiao had already taken out her phone and aimed the camera at the ring.

On the ring, Jiang Cuo cracked his neck, a few joints popping.

He sized Lin Mo up, scanning from foot to head.

"You sure you're not wearing any protection?"

Lin Mo raised his wrists.

"First, make sure you can even touch me before saying that."

The supervising coach stood nearby without a word. Honestly, he didn't know if Lin Mo could fight either, but he still laid out the ring's rules.

At the same time, he warned Jiang Cuo not to go too far.

After all, Lin Mo was representing the country in a competition. If the principal were here, he definitely would not have allowed this fight to start. He did not have many scruples.