Lin Mo left the gymnasium surrounded by a crowd from Class Eight.
As he walked away, he didn’t even look back.
The gymnasium was quiet for a long moment before it buzzed with noise again.
The school doctor knelt beside Jiang Cuo, shining a flashlight into his pupils, then gently pressing his ribs, shoulders, and wrists, checking him over thoroughly.
“Nothing serious. He’s fine.”
The doctor stood up, his tone carrying a subtle sense of confusion. “No broken bones, no internal injuries. He might have some bruising on his back, though.”
He pushed up his glasses, glanced back at the ring, then at Jiang Cuo again.
In his seven years on the job, this was the first time he’d seen someone get sent flying, land in a completely awkward heap, and yet suffer almost no real damage.
What did that mean?
It meant the person who threw that punch had an absurd level of control over his own strength.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t that dramatic.
The doctor said nothing more, packed up his kit, and left.
Jiang Cuo sat on a chair, lowering his head to roll his neck.
It hurt a little, sure—but nowhere near what he had anticipated.
Based on the speed and trajectory of that punch, if Lin Mo hadn’t held back, he’d probably be lying on the floor unable to get up right now.
No—he’d be lying in a hospital bed.
He’d been boxing for six years and had taken countless heavy punches. He knew exactly what kind of force led to what kind of damage.
He’d been thrown across the ring, but the intense pain he’d expected never came.
Lin Mo had pulled his punch.
And he’d pulled it by a lot.
Lu Xiaochen walked over with a cup of water and handed it to him.
“Forget it, Jiang Cuo. Let’s just not mess with Lin Mo anymore.”
She kept her voice low, afraid others might hear.
After all, Jiang Cuo was the captain of the boxing club, and word of what happened today would embarrass the club for quite a while.
Another boy walked over too, his expression complicated.
“Looks like Lin Mo really is the Number One Fighter of Class Eight, Grade Eight.”
If someone had said that ten minutes ago, the boxing club members would’ve been skeptical.
But now…
Jiang Cuo set the cup aside and stood up.
Lu Xiaochen flinched, thinking he was going after Lin Mo for revenge.
But the look on his face wasn’t anger.
It was excitement.
“Did you guys see that?”
Jiang Cuo turned around, his eyes blazing. “The whole match—I didn’t land a single punch on him. Not one!”
Lu Xiaochen: “…So?”
“His footwork, his dodging rhythm—he learned them from me on the spot.”
Jiang Cuo smacked his thigh. “He picked up my opening moves and stance patterns the moment he saw them. From the very start, he was studying me, and by the end, he had figured out my habits. Do you have any idea what that means?”
Lu Xiaochen ventured cautiously, “That your boxing is too predictable?”
“It means he’s a genius!”
Jiang Cuo completely ignored her jab. “With that kind of observation and physical reaction speed—if he got proper training, world champion isn’t just talk. I have to get him to join the boxing club.”
He paused.
“No—the boxing club is too small for him. I’ll take him to my dad’s gym instead.”
With that, he bent down to unbuckle his gear.
Lu Xiaochen panicked. “Wait! Jiang Cuo! The awards ceremony hasn’t even started yet—you’re the club captain!”
“You guys accept it for me.”
In no time, Jiang Cuo pulled off his gloves and protective gear, tossed them onto the chair, and headed for the gymnasium door without looking back.
Lu Xiaochen took a couple of steps after him but couldn’t catch up. She glanced back at the remaining boxing club members, who all exchanged bewildered looks.
“He’s lost it. Completely lost it,” someone muttered.
Lu Xiaochen opened her mouth as if to say something, then just sighed.
She really wanted to tell Jiang Cuo that Lin Mo had already been selected to represent the country in a mathematics competition.
Strictly speaking, to Lin Mo, the phrase “world champion” wasn’t some distant dream—it was just another item on his to-do list.
As for the boxing club?
Knowing Lin Mo’s personality, he’d probably ignore it entirely.
But watching Jiang Cuo charge out, she suddenly felt like maybe she didn’t need to say anything.
Once he hit a wall, he’d find out for himself.
Hard to believe that just by showing the slightest bit of skill, Lin Mo had already gained a devoted fan.
Too bad he was never going to participate in boxing matches or anything like that.
Outside, Lin Mo and the others who had already left the gymnasium were planning dinner.
“Hey, let’s call Xiao Jun and Big Yu out to eat. They can’t just practice singing all day and forget to eat.”
As he spoke, An Yuexin dialed Fang Jun’s number.
Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but laugh. “Usually An Yuexin calls him ‘Bro Fang,’ but now it’s ‘Xiao Jun.’ Feels like Fang Jun just got demoted a generation.”
Lin Mo grinned. “Don’t worry—it’s only when those two are together that things get like that.”
The call connected quickly.
“What’s up?” Fang Jun’s voice came through, a little hoarse.
Lin Mo frowned as soon as he heard it.
That kid was pushing himself too hard—singing until his voice was wrecked.
“Take a break. Come eat with Big Yu.”
Fang Jun paused for a moment on the other end, then turned to look at Luo Ruiyu.
“Hey, want to go eat?”
Luo Ruiyu was holding a thermos, one side of the lid lifted, letting steam rise from the goji berry and mint inside. She took a small sip and shook her head.
“Nah, we’ll grab a quick bite later. Eating too much isn’t good for singing anyway.”
“Alright. Hey, An— go ahead without us. But we’re definitely joining for late-night snacks tonight. Deal. Talk later.”
With that, Fang Jun hung up.
He set his phone down on the table and turned to look at Luo Ruiyu.
She was sipping her drink, curled up cross-legged on a bench, her posture loose. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, strands of hair stuck to her temples with sweat.
They’d been singing all afternoon, and neither of them was exactly fresh.
“I’ll take you to a great barbecue place tonight. It’s run by an old friend’s family.”
“Oh? Who?” Luo Ruiyu raised an eyebrow as she screwed the lid back on her thermos, casually sitting down next to Fang Jun.
The distance was close, but after a day of singing practice, Fang Jun didn’t think much of it. He just shrugged. “You’ll find out tonight.”
“Tsk. Keeping secrets.”
Without looking up, she poured some of her tea into his cup.
“Stop singing for now.”
She flipped through the lyrics. “Drink some water to moisten your throat. Later we’ll go over that harmony section again. If you wreck your voice today, I’ll have to carry the whole show on stage alone. Can you handle that responsibility?”
Fang Jun opened his mouth to argue, but his throat really did feel dry and scratchy. In the end, he didn’t push back. He picked up the cup of herbal tea she’d poured for him and downed two big gulps.
Outside the window, the sunset filtered through the slats of the blinds, casting long strips of light across the floor.
Fang Jun leaned against the wall, the back of his head pressing against it, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a while, Luo Ruiyu’s voice softly came through, humming the melody of the song they were supposed to sing together. No words—just the tune.
Fang Jun listened without speaking, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knee.
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