Chapter 151 : Ayo You Damn Thief
Chapter 151: Ayo You Damn Thief?
Lin Mo had now pretty much figured out the quirks of the shopping page — the items were all good things, sure, but he never knew where these skills of his would actually be useful.
Every time he got a new skill, it always ended up being used in some bizarre way. Honestly, at this point, he preferred skills that were valuable, could make him money, or at the very least, were good for his body.
Firstly, he’d gotten kind of addicted to making money these past few days. Secondly, after seeing Old Jiang’s frail, sickly body, he couldn’t help but think — a healthy body really was the greatest wealth a person could have. Of course, having more real-world wealth was even better. After all, he was just an ordinary man.
That said, he no longer cared about small money. He wasn’t the same newbie from a month ago who could be happy for days after earning ten thousand or so.
If it was that kind of small cash, it was better to draw another skill. Even if it was useless, at least it looked cool, right?
The next morning, Lin Mo got up as usual to wash up. Wang Chu was, as always, still sleeping in, as if the grand declarations he made after being “motivated” last time had all turned into hot air.
They always said, “A man’s mouth is full of lies.” Men’s credibility was ruined by people like Wang Chu.
Out on the track, Professor Mu was nowhere to be seen — understandable, since she had been home yesterday. She wouldn’t have come to school early today just to exercise.
After a thirty-minute jog, Lin Mo began his standing post practice. By now, he could feel the changes in his body. Especially yesterday, when Professor Li took his pulse, she said his kidney energy had recovered about seventy to eighty percent. Now he was in the stabilization stage — still weak in qi and spleen, but standing post didn’t fix that.
Fortunately, he had the medicine Professor Li prescribed, so he could take his time to recover. His health would get better eventually — no need to rush.
He had breakfast in the cafeteria, bringing a portion back for Wang Chu.
Back at the dorm, Lin Mo had just finished showering when he saw Wang Chu sitting at the desk half-asleep, munching on breakfast.
His eyes were still closed, the bun in his hand kept missing his mouth and hitting his nose, and he would nod off every few seconds. The only thing keeping him upright was sheer willpower.
“Seriously, you’re this sleepy and you’re still eating breakfast? Go back to bed! We’ve got nothing going on today anyway!” Lin Mo couldn’t help but laugh.
Wang Chu shook his head without opening his eyes. “No, can’t. I’ve got class at eight, gotta go!”
“Let me guess — Class Monitor asked you to go again?” Lin Mo asked curiously.
Wang Chu suddenly opened his eyes wide and slapped his cheeks twice to wake up. “Yeah, promised her yesterday. If I knew I’d be this tired, I’d have said no.”
Lin Mo rolled his eyes. “Serves you right. My teacher gave us medicine and told us to maintain a proper routine. Tell me honestly — what time did you go to bed last night?”
“Not late, just after four!” Wang Chu retorted.
Lin Mo: “…”
Just after four? He got up in a bit over an hour! And that’s not late?
“You just keep staying up like this. One day you’ll ‘refine’ yourself into a Pure Yang Saint Body — total kidney yang deficiency. By then, you’ll have no desires left. Might as well become a monk!” Lin Mo mocked.
Who the hell took medicine while wrecking their body like this? What was even the point of taking it then?
Especially yesterday afternoon — when he and Miss Yuan came back, they didn’t take their health seriously either. They drank their Chinese medicine with wine glasses, all elegant-like.
But when it came to avoiding spicy food or heavy flavors, they completely ignored it. Forget the leeks — they even had garlic oysters and lamb kidneys buried under piles of chili.
Eating like that would cut any medicine’s effect in half. He really ought to get Senior Brother Fan to hook them both up to the 500 bottles of IV fluids he prescribed — maybe wash their brains clean.
“Huh? No way, I’m totally normal! I don’t even like Li Shiya, why would I become a monk?” Wang Chu protested.
Lin Mo sneered. “Ha~ Didn’t you hear what my teacher said yesterday? Yin-deficient people have stronger desires, yang-deficient people have weaker ones. You’re yang-deficient. When it reaches the extreme, you’ll be like Yue Buqun — might as well shave your head early!”
Without waiting for Wang Chu to respond, Lin Mo grabbed his stuff and left the dorm.
It was his own body — if he didn’t care about it, no one else could help.
This time, Lin Mo didn’t go to the library. After what happened yesterday, he realized public places like that were no longer suitable for him. He didn’t want to get surrounded again.
He found an empty classroom in the teaching building, set his things down — a copy of The Shennong Herbal Classic, plus a 2B pencil, a sharpener, and an eraser he’d picked up from the supermarket on the way back from breakfast.
He needed to draw 1314 Peppa Pigs. Even if it was abstract, that was no small task. He wondered what level his sketching skills would reach after completing this prerequisite.
It sounded impressive — being able to sketch someone as they looked as a child or adult just from a glance. Definitely a high-tier skill.
After seeing this skill last night, he had looked it up online — and sure enough, it existed. Only a handful of people nationwide could reach that level. The most famous one was Officer Lin, known as the “Divine Pen Detective.”
He could help the police solve cases and reunite families with their lost children. Lin Mo figured that once he met the prerequisites, he’d reach that level too.
It might not help him achieve financial freedom, but he still wanted it — it was a rare skill, way better than excavator driving.
Soon, Lin Mo started reading while sketching Peppa Pigs.
Drawing Peppa Pig was simple: draw a “6,” then a “q,” shape it like a hairdryer, add two ears, circles for the nose and eyes, a capital “U” for the body, two claw-like hands, two blocky legs, and a squiggly tail — done.
Two hours passed quickly. Lin Mo managed to read while drawing over a hundred Peppa Pigs. His progress was solid — truly a master of time management.
Just as he was massaging his sore fingers, ready to keep going, his phone rang. It was Miss Yuan.
“Hey, Yuan Jie!”
“Mo-boy, where are you? Why aren’t you in the dorm?”
“I’m in a study room.”
“Study room my ass! Your school’s doing a military parade today! Get out here, now!” Miss Yuan’s excited voice rang through the phone.
He could even hear the rhythmic “One, two, three, four!” in the background.
“I’m not going. I’ve seen that before — boring as hell. Marching in formation, goose-stepping, a set of military boxing, that’s it. The sun’s blazing out there! If you want to watch something, just wait for the welcome gala.” Lin Mo refused outright.
Not only had he seen it, he’d participated before. There was zero appeal. Why would he go stand in the sun when he could be in the study room grinding skills?
“Stop talking nonsense and get here now! I’m warning you, my patience—”
Before she could finish, Lin Mo hung up. No way — not on my turf!
But he greatly underestimated Miss Yuan’s combat power.
Not ten minutes later, while he was multitasking — drawing circles with one hand and squares with the other — a green blur shot toward him like an arrow and suddenly unleashed a “Northwest Hammer King’s Swing Punch” straight at him.
“Xiao Black Dog! You dare hang up on me? I’ll beat you to death! I’ll count to three — are you coming or not?!”
The punch hit him square in the chest, leaving his mind blank. Instinctively, a narration popped into his head:
“My name’s Lin Mo. Dear Mom, I met a girl. When you hit me, you at least had a reason. When she hits me, she doesn’t even need one — she just yells ‘Your mother!’ and swings. And worst of all, she’s bad at math — can only count to three.”
“How the hell did you even find me? I didn’t tell you where I was!” Lin Mo asked, clutching his chest in disbelief.
Miss Yuan waved her hand. “What are you hiding for? Show yourself, baby boy!”
As soon as she finished, a girl in a bright red dopamine outfit — Li Shiya — nervously walked in through the door. Paired with Miss Yuan’s bright green outfit, the two were dazzling — a full-on red-and-green duel of beauty.
Clearly, they’d dressed up for this. They even had matching colored hair accessories.
Seeing them, Lin Mo felt his anger spike. As expected, there was a traitor among them.
Don’t ask how he knew — if not for that, Chuanzi wouldn’t have turned into Li Shiya.
Pointing at Li Shiya, Lin Mo laughed. “So it was you, you little punk, who led the enemy right to me?”
“Imperial Army— ahem, Miss Yuan just asked me for directions, what could I do? I took her favor, can’t refuse, bro. Don’t blame me.”
Lin Mo rolled his eyes, then glanced at their outfits. “What’s this combo supposed to be? Red and green? Competing with Christmas decorations?”
“Get lost! This is called dopamine fashion! He’s Little Red today, I’m Little Green. And look — I brought you a blue sunhat. That makes you Little Blue!” Miss Yuan pulled a blue hat from her skirt and tossed it over.
Good thing it was blue and not green — otherwise, that’d have been awkward.
“He’s Little Red, you’re Little Green, I’m Little Blue? Then where’s Wang Gang?” Lin Mo muttered.
Sichuan Girl patted his shoulder and grinned. “Wang Gang got kept behind by Class Monitor, remember?”
Lin Mo: “…”
“In this heat, you two aren’t home enjoying air conditioning but came to watch a military parade? Are you out of your minds?”
Miss Yuan: “Of course — to see hot guys!”
Sichuan Girl: “I’m streaming it. If someone tries to flirt with me, I’ll need you to bail me out!”
Lin Mo clutched his chest, incredulous. “This is a military parade! No hot guys, no flirting — what is this, a movie set? You think ‘Sister Wang’s Return’ is filming here?”
Miss Yuan: “Don’t care! I want to watch!”
Lin Mo: “I already gave you a campus tour!”
Miss Yuan: “And you promised to take abs pics of the drill instructor for me!”
Lin Mo: “Take abs pics for you?! Wouldn’t that make me a pervert?!”
Miss Yuan turned away. “What if my mom found out you borrowed money from me…”
Lin Mo: “You dare threaten me?!”
Miss Yuan: “And a good sum too — still unpaid.”
Lin Mo instantly changed expression. “So how exactly should I help you?”
Miss Yuan: “I saw an instructor — he’s so hot. Help me get his number.”
Sichuan Girl: “And some close-up shots!”
Lin Mo smiled. “Sure~”
Miss Yuan: “I also want him to take off his shirt for an abs pic — maybe strike some bodybuilding poses.”
Sichuan Girl: “And the other instructors too, the more the better!”
Lin Mo jumped up. “Ayo you damn thief?!”
Miss Yuan: “And the Rushuang Empress too—”
Before she could finish, Lin Mo grabbed her hand. “Let’s… make a plan.”
Seeing him agree, the two nodded in satisfaction. Lin Mo was trembling with rage. As expected, borrowing money really wasn’t worth it.
Luckily, today he could finally withdraw his stock funds. After selling, the money couldn’t be taken out immediately — it was usable on day two but only withdrawable on day three.
Once that was done, he planned to take Miss Yuan to the city, transfer all her and Liu Rushuang’s money back at once, and finally be free from their control.
Soon enough, the two of them dragged Lin Mo to the sports field. Walking between two beautiful girls, he attracted plenty of curious glances. Thankfully, he’d had the foresight to wear a mask.
On the field, formations stood neatly in rows. The bleachers to the east were packed with spectators — mostly school leaders. Lin Mo even spotted Principal Tang gesturing grandly as he spoke, looking more like a military commander than an educator.
“Which instructor? Where?” Lin Mo asked as they stopped at the corner of the field.
Miss Yuan looked around and pointed ahead. “Over there — third from the left, the one leaning against the tree. I love him! Please, pretty please!”
Before Lin Mo could react, she pulled him along. As they got closer, Lin Mo realized something was off — that instructor’s hair looked… a bit long.
“Wait a second, Yuan Jie — something’s wrong here!”
Just as he was about to back away, Miss Yuan gave him a push and yelled, “Instructor~!”
The “instructor,” who had been leaning against the tree, turned around — revealing a stunningly delicate face. She smiled brightly and said,
“Hello, classmate. Can I help you with something?”
Lin Mo: “…”