Enough

At this time, there weren't many people left on the streets.

Jiang Yunlu and Chu Miaomiao's family cars were waiting at the intersection.

Walking along the road, Jiang Yunlu took the initiative to ask.

"So what's the issue with that Linlin Square?"

As she said this, Jiang Yunlu was looking at Xie Yuling.

Xie Yuling took a deep breath, then turned to look at Chu Miaomiao and Jiang Yunlu.

"Don't go there without me and Lin Mo accompanying you."

Lin Mo, however, waved his hand.

"Relax, it's fine. That place is some kind of array for suppressing certain things—it's a location where your emotions get suppressed when you enter. But as for danger, it's actually not that dangerous. You all have the ability to protect yourselves."

This was true. Hearing Lin Mo say this, Jiang Yunlu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why are you still going on an adventure with them?"

"There's not much to explore. It's just about resolving Lao An's emotional baggage. I reckon that game arcade really exists, since Lao An came out of it fine."

Lin Mo also wanted to go in and take a look at the situation there.

Sensing with spiritual knowledge and seeing with your own eyes were still different.

But he could feel something—the buff granted by the Ancestral Dragon was somewhat weakened in that place.

That indicated there was indeed some problem there.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunlu and Chu Miaomiao also felt there was no need for them to go and see for themselves.

After all, the incident with that old woman last time had already left them feeling scared.

Seeing the two off into the car, Lin Mo and Xie Yuling slowly made their way back.

It was then that Xie Yuling suddenly asked, "Will it be dangerous going to South Korea?"

"No, come to think of it, South Korea is more dangerous."

"Alright, I figured as much. Take care of yourself then."

In matters like these, Xie Yuling was very aware that she couldn't help Lin Mo. She was still very fragile right now.

-- System: Killing Time Is About to Begin --

Beijing.

Inside the training base, Wang Jie yawned as he came out of the elevator and headed straight for the Chang'an food stall.

"Give me a bowl of lamb paomo. I won't bother breaking the bread myself; let's do it the quick way."

The chef at the stall immediately scooped a ladle of pre-chopped bread from a basket and started cooking the ingredients.

A moment later, a fast and well-made serving of lamb paomo was placed in Wang Jie's hands.

Carrying his tray, Wang Jie scanned the area and immediately spotted Lin Mo sitting at a nearby table eating breakfast.

"Hey, Lin Mo! When did you get back?" Wang Jie walked over with his paomo.

"I got in last night. Since we're heading to South Korea this afternoon, I had to come back, right?"

Lin Mo was also having lamb soup, though his was the milky-white Shan County style lamb soup.

There were also three meat pies by his hand.

"Aren't you from Shandong? Shandong people also eat a lot of lamb, right?"

Wang Jie nodded. "Yeah, we have plenty of sheep over there too. Ah, but this lamb paomo is really filling. After I finish this, I'm going back upstairs to keep working on problems."

This was the true hardship of a diligent student. Lin Mo, on the other hand, was a special case among special cases.

As he spoke, Wang Jie had already started eating.

After finishing their meal, the two parted ways at the cafeteria.

Soon it was afternoon, and a group of over a dozen people gathered at the training base.

By the time Lin Mo arrived, most were already there.

Suitcases were strewn about on the floor, someone was squatting in a corner checking documents, and others stood around chatting. The atmosphere was still relaxed.

Here, Lin Mo was unsurprised to see Dongfang Shuye.

The guy was wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a backpack, leaning against the wall drinking tea. His posture was as leisurely as if he were on a picnic.

Wang Jie also noticed Dongfang Shuye's presence but didn't say anything. He just secretly nudged Lin Mo with his elbow and lowered his voice. "Is Brother Dongfang coming with us too?"

"Most likely."

"What exactly is his identity?"

"Don't worry about it."

Wang Jie nodded and wisely dropped the question.

Teacher Bai was the head coach for this trip, with the core task of leading the six contestants.

Other accompanying teachers and staff had their own roles.

There were those analyzing problem types, those handling translation, those preparing emergency plans, and those managing logistics.

A team of over a dozen people was not at all exaggerated for an international mathematics competition at this level.

The only person who didn't quite fit in was Dongfang Shuye.

This guy standing in the team looked out of place no matter how you saw it. He wasn't a teacher, not a staff member, and definitely not a contestant.

Teacher Bai didn't say anything about it, so it seemed it had been arranged in advance.

But Lin Mo had heard that Dongfang Shuye was nominally the team's technician.

Of course, the most abnormal one was still Dongfang Shuye himself.

Taking advantage of the gap before the assembly, Dongfang Shuye wandered over and stood beside Lin Mo.

"How about it? Surprised or what?"

"I expected it long ago."

Lin Mo leaned against a pillar with his hands in his pockets. "Did the Yanhuang Awakening have no one else to send? Did they have to send you?"

"It's not that there was no one else."

Dongfang Shuye screwed the cap back on his water bottle. "It's mainly because I know you well, so communication costs are low. Besides, I'm not exactly a pushover."

"Yeah, yeah, you're a tea-leaf eater. Fair warning—once we get to South Korea, I'll need to look into some things, and you'd better cooperate."

Dongfang Shuye put on an 'I knew it' expression.

"Don't worry, I'll cooperate. But you'll need to go undercover."

"Don't worry, I'll blend in perfectly. No one will find out."

While the two were chatting in the corner, Teacher Bai somehow called out to Lin Mo.

"Lin Mo!"

"Yes, Teacher Bai? What is it?"

Lin Mo walked straight over.

Teacher Bai looked at Lin Mo seriously and said, "Lin Mo, you're our ace this time. You must take first place. If your score leads the entire field, it'll give our whole team a huge boost."

Hearing such instructions, Lin Mo was unfazed.

He just responded earnestly, "Got it, Teacher. I'll do my best."

Teacher Bai nodded and let out a sigh.

"I have faith in your abilities. But this year's competition is in South Korea..."

He paused, carefully choosing his words.

"As you know, the competition environment there has always been complicated. They'll push rule-abiding actions to the limit, and they won't hesitate to operate in the gray areas just outside the rules."

Hearing this, Teacher Bai's tone grew heavier.

"So once you're there, be careful with what you eat and drink. Keep a regular schedule as much as possible. Don't give them any opening to exploit."

After hearing this, Lin Mo actually felt more at ease.

Underhanded tactics? Even better.

If the opponents played fair and square, he'd find it hard to come up with reasons to do anything extra.

But if South Korea started making moves first, he'd have proper justification.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I know what I'm doing."

He returned to the team, where everyone began to check their luggage and inspect their documents.

Passports, invitations, competition materials, personal items—everything was checked one by one.

Teacher Bai looked at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said no more.

Everyone was ready. Then they packed up and prepared to set off.

At that moment, Lin Mo suddenly turned to Dongfang Shuye and asked,

"By the way, do you know Korean?"

Dongfang Shuye froze for a moment, a subtle expression on his face, as if he were seriously thinking about the question.

Silence for two seconds.

"Huh? Ssi-bal?"

Lin Mo stared at him for three seconds.

"...Alright, that's enough."