The Boxing Club.
A seemingly niche interest group.
In reality, it not only had city-level competitions but also provincial and national tournaments.
Moreover, it could represent the school in these events.
Though it didn’t offer extra academic credits, outstanding performers could secure university admission as sports-specialized students.
"The club president is Wang Xing, a senior-year sports prodigy nicknamed the Gorilla King. He’s already been pre-admitted to Donghai Sports University."
Fang Jun truly lived up to his reputation as the "Information King." Having only been at this school for a month, he seemed to know everything.
"So, why do you think they invited me?"
"Because the club president has always been the strongest. His subordinates are decent, but far from enough—that’s why they need you."
Fang Jun stated it matter-of-factly, and his reasoning wasn’t unfounded.
If their own members were truly capable, why would they seek Lin Mo as an external reinforcement?
After a moment’s thought, Fang Jun added, "How about I go find Lu Xiaochen tonight and scout things out for you?"
Lin Mo waved him off. "No need. I’m just curious. If the responsibility is too heavy, the price they’re offering isn’t enough to make me their safety net."
At that, Fang Jun suddenly remarked, "It might not just be about being a safety net. They could be trying to trick you into taking over as president."
That possibility wasn’t low.
Become the president? Then dominate the martial world?
Damn! What kind of martial arts master plot is this?
Lin Mo instantly lost interest.
He wasn’t even interested in hobby clubs, let alone leading the Boxing Club—no, wait, the Martial Arts Club.
So he dismissed the idea outright.
He and Fang Jun found a roast meat eatery and ordered a student meal.
After eating, Lin Mo even bought an egg burger for Jiang Yunlu—no chili added.
Since Jiang Yunlu’s usual meals never included spice, she probably didn’t eat spicy food.
Lin Mo himself always added chili sauce to his egg burgers; it made them more flavorful.
Back at school, most had finished lunch. Some were reviewing, while others were comparing answers.
Math was the subject most people were cross-checking.
Even Xue Zigui was comparing answers. When he saw Lin Mo return, he looked up and raised his draft paper.
"Wanna check answers?"
"Nah, I don’t want to risk messing up my mindset for the afternoon exam."
Xue Zigui nodded. Everyone had their own way of handling pressure, and he wasn’t one to interfere.
Besides, he preferred to keep the suspense until the end.
Lin Mo handed the bag to Jiang Yunlu.
"Egg burger. Give it a try."
The palm-sized egg burger steamed with heat. It was Jiang Yunlu’s first time seeing one. She unfolded the bag, blew on it gently, and took a slow bite.
Lin Mo remembered how, back in elementary school, he’d pester his mom to buy him egg burgers when she picked him up.
When he got older, he’d buy them himself.
By middle school, whenever he couldn’t decide on dinner, he’d just buy two extra to take home.
When the lunch break bell rang, everyone started resting their heads on their desks.
After all, there were still exams in the afternoon—they needed proper rest.
......
English also had reading comprehension.
So Lin Mo’s main focus was drilling into English grammar.
He recognized every word, but stringing them together was another matter.
Subject, verb, object—annihilated!
The listening section, however, was clear to him.
And he remembered every single word perfectly, so multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions were no issue.
For cloze passages, he just had to watch the tenses.
The real headache, just like in Chinese, was the reading comprehension.
The short essay at the end wasn’t much of a challenge either.
English still ate up a lot of time. Lin Mo only had about ten minutes left to close his eyes and "cultivate."
After the exam, Lu Xiaochen couldn’t help but ask, "So, have you made up your mind?"
"Yeah. I’m not interested in the Boxing Club." Lin Mo waved her off.
Hearing this, Lu Xiaochen looked as if the sky had fallen. She asked timidly, "Why not? Our club has great benefits, and the president is really nice."
"If it’s so great, why do you need me? To be your safety net? Or to take over for your graduating president?"
Lu Xiaochen froze, then gave him a guilty look.
"You already know? Who spilled the beans?"
So he’d guessed right?! Fang Jun, you’re truly a genius.
"Answer me! Look into my eyes!"
Perfect—putting his English to use.
Lu Xiaochen could only sigh.
"The Boxing Club was built around the president. If he ‘ascends,’ the club won’t survive. So we need someone who can keep it going."
She glanced at Lin Mo cautiously.
Clearly, in their eyes, Lin Mo was that person.
So Lin Mo asked bluntly, "So you’re all so weak that you can’t even keep your own club running? The moment your president leaves, you’re all just headless chickens?"
With that, Lin Mo turned and walked away, tossing one last remark over his shoulder.
"If that’s the case, then this club doesn’t deserve to waste school resources."
A club that could only stand because of one person? What was the point?
Were the others just there to fool around?
If so, then Lin Mo truly believed Guangba Middle School would be better off without it.
Watching Lin Mo’s retreating figure, Lu Xiaochen stomped her foot in frustration.
"Who does he think he is? Acting all high and mighty! We’ll prove we can keep the Boxing Club alive!"
Still, Lin Mo couldn’t understand why Lu Xiaochen, who’d just joined the club, was so passionate about it.
If the basketball team got disbanded, the players might complain, but they’d still keep playing on their own.
Lin Mo suspected they were just clinging to the club’s perks.
Back in class, Xie Yuling was once again sitting in her seat.
Except this time, a boy stood beside her, clearly trying to hit on his little landlady.
But Xie Yuling ignored him completely, not even turning her head—treating the guy like air.
The boy’s pride took a hit. He slapped the desk to grab her attention.
Hitting on girls is one thing, but why slap my desk?! You break it, you pay for it!
Xie Yuling did look up—but only to give him a brief glance before lowering her head again.
The boy raised his hand to slap the desk once more.
But this time, his wrist was caught mid-air.
Lin Mo glared at him. "Once was enough. You really think you can do it again?"
The boy blinked, immediately assuming this was some rival trying to steal his chance.
"None of your business!"
Lin Mo’s expression turned stern. "It is my business. That’s my desk you’re slapping."
The boy’s retort died in his throat.
Then he finally recognized who he was dealing with.
"L-Lin Mo?!"
Class 8’s Lin Mo—the "Campus Tiger."
The guy who could out-wrestle drill sergeants and beat up street thugs.
Defeated, the boy could only slink away in embarrassment.