Chapter 157 : You’re Already the Biggest Now
Chapter 157: You’re Already the Biggest Now
What a fine 【Merciless Iron Mouth】! What a fine 【Homemade Double-Barreled Shotgun】! He just knew it — this mutated online shopping page of his was no ordinary thing. It really could produce anything.
Especially that homemade double-barreled shotgun — it even came as a full set, with a black shoulder bag and a white mask. Dressed like that, he could go straight to a cosplay convention without changing a thing.
At this moment, his desire to have an independent and private space reached its peak. He wondered if his shopping page also had something like a dimensional pocket. If it did, he would stash away every illegal yet useful item he could find.
If not, Lin Mo thought that once he achieved complete financial freedom, he would return to his hometown, find a place surrounded by mountains and water, build his own house, and create a room where he could display all his collections neatly.
Even if he couldn’t actually use them, just looking at them would make him feel content and at ease.
As for that 【Merciless Iron Mouth】, if he guessed correctly, it was a skill used by Tang Youyou’s character, the Thousand-Handed Goddess of Mercy, in a certain TV drama — supposedly allowing one to catch flying darts with their mouth 100% of the time. The shopping page even warned him to stay away from crowds because “there’s poison in the phlegm.”
Honestly, even though it was technically a skill, it was a disgusting one. Even if there weren’t any prerequisites, he wouldn’t dare take it.
If he chose that skill, he’d be done for. He’d go outside and end up full just from catching people’s spit! And who said only humans had phlegm? Even if they gave that skill to him for free, he wouldn’t take it — it was far too vile.
He had to admit, though, that skill taught him a valuable lesson: not every skill or item on the shopping page was worth buying, even if it wasn’t illegal.
Some items or skills came with negative side effects. Buying everything recklessly would only harm himself in the end.
With no better option, he decided to go for secondary development again. That’s right — he was now Lin·179.4·Mo, one step closer to his goal of 180 cm.
Physical development must never stop. If there was Latin, he’d choose Latin; if not, he’d choose height. His motto was: taller, bigger, longer!
“Teacher, Principal Tang, please have some tea.”
In the principal’s office, Lin Mo brewed tea for Professor Mu and Principal Tang.
It had been three days since he went to the city to repay the money he owed to Rushuang Empress and Miss Yuan.
During those three days, Liu Rushuang hadn’t contacted him again, while he continued to live a disciplined life at school as usual. Even though there were no more classes in his senior year, his days were still fulfilling.
Morning runs, exercise, reading, and leveling up his skills — he didn’t skip any of them. He had also received two commendations from Jiangning City for his brave deeds, complete with photos.
Meanwhile, his counselor Jiang Tao, needing helpers for his city commendation ceremony, had organized a class meeting where all his classmates came to assist.
He received the title of “Outstanding Individual of Courageous Acts” from Jiangning City, a 10,000 yuan cash reward, plus another 10,000 yuan and an honorary certificate from the Courage Foundation.
The two awards were processed unusually quickly — even the cash was transferred immediately. There were no lengthy interviews; just a few photos for publicity. Even the school bonus arrived without delay. Everything moved swiftly.
Of course, he hadn’t ignored his shopping page these days either — he had bought fish oil, Jiuzhitang Bone-Strengthening Oral Liquid, and a one-cent tablet.
The first two were health supplements. The fish oil claimed to delay brain atrophy and prevent Alzheimer’s, promoting parents’ health. The Jiuzhitang supplement claimed to counteract osteoporosis in the elderly and maintain youthful vitality.
Most importantly, both products’ descriptions contained the word “elderly.” That instantly reminded him of his parents back home.
These were good for health, so selling them was out of the question — they had to go to family.
Unlike Angong Niuhuang Pills, which were for emergencies, these could be taken anytime to improve health and prevent illness. In a way, they were even more valuable.
After all, the two Angong Niuhuang Pills he got didn’t come with special descriptions, so they were likely just the original versions — only effective during sudden illness.
It was a pity these two new items had “elderly” in their descriptions. Otherwise, he would have wanted some for himself.
Based on what he knew about the shopping page, these products probably only worked for elderly people — not for a young man like him.
“Hmm, I must say, Xiao Lin, your tea brewing skills are far better than ours,” Principal Tang said with a chuckle after sipping his tea.
Professor Mu quietly sipped her tea without speaking. She had come today because representatives from the Jiangning Courage Foundation were arriving soon.
At first, she thought her junior brother had pulled some strings, but then she learned that the public security bureau itself had inquired about Lin Mo’s case.
Privately, Principal Tang even asked Lin Mo if he knew the director of Jiangning City’s Public Security Bureau.
The moment Lin Mo heard that, he knew it had to be Miss Yuan’s uncle. He hadn’t expected someone of such high rank to actually take interest in his small matter — he’d thought it was just polite talk.
He nodded, saying it was a senior he knew. Hearing that, Principal Tang’s expression grew even warmer.
He thought, No wonder his senior sister cared so much about this student — the boy has connections!
Professor Mu, on the other hand, had already heard from her husband that Lin Mo had some ties with an old leader’s family, but she didn’t bother explaining further. It wasn’t anything bad, after all.
“I’m glad you like it. Sorry for troubling you, Principal Tang,” Lin Mo said with a smile.
Principal Tang waved his hand. “Nonsense! You’re a student of our school — this is as it should be.
Your Party application is impressive. Such neat handwriting — I almost thought it was printed! You’ve clearly practiced your penmanship hard, haha!”
On the table beside him was Lin Mo’s Party application. He had written it in his spare time and brought it along today to submit.
“I didn’t study it seriously, just practiced a bit from a copybook before. It can’t compare to your writing, Principal Tang — so bold and confident,” Lin Mo said modestly, flattering the principal a little.
Sure enough, Principal Tang laughed heartily. “Haha, Sister, look at this kid — such a bright future ahead. He even talks like us now!”
The little old lady was clearly proud of her student. She didn’t say it outright, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.
“Enough, you. Don’t you see whose student he is? Go on, you’ve done enough here. You look uncomfortable sitting with us old folks anyway. Oh, and don’t forget to take your medicine!” Professor Mu said with a smile.
Lin Mo nodded. “Got it, Teacher. Then I’ll be going. Goodbye, Principal Tang!”
“Mm, go ahead. I’ll let you know when there’s news,” Principal Tang said, waving him off.
Lin Mo left the office and exhaled in relief.
Though he seemed composed around elders like Professor Mu, the truth was, he preferred being with people his own age. Around these senior figures, every word he said had to be filtered through his mind first — he was always afraid of saying something wrong.
Leaving the teaching building, he checked the time — it was already 2 p.m. He hurried toward Sichuan Girl’s apartment.
For one, Manager Ma had told him to check out the house; for another, his sketching prerequisite was almost complete — only ten more Peppa Pigs left.
He had to test how far his drawing skills had come!
He soon arrived at Sichuan Girl’s place, opened the door, and found no one there. He didn’t need to guess — she had definitely been called upstairs by Miss Yuan to keep her company.
He took the elevator up, and sure enough, when he opened the door, he saw Miss Yuan and Wang Chu practicing billiards intensely.
Ever since those two lost to him at billiards, they hadn’t been able to get over it. They’d been challenging him constantly these days, but every time, they lost mysteriously — not to skill, but to Lin Mo’s “stupid luck.”
If they’d lost fair and square, that would’ve been fine. But losing to sheer luck over and over again was unbearable.
“You’re back, Old Mo. How much prize money did you win today?” Sichuan Girl asked from the couch.
Lin Mo smiled, placing the certificate from the foundation on the table. “Same as before — ten thousand.”
Hearing that, Sichuan Girl rolled her eyes. “Damn, you really make it sound easy. Ten thousand yuan! You’ve made more these two days than I have from streaming and sponsorships combined. You’re killing me here!”
Her ad payment had come through recently — quite a few tens of thousands. She had happily repaid what she owed him, but seeing Lin Mo pocket a new ten grand every day quickly broke her spirit again.
Counting everything from his awards, Lin Mo had earned nearly fifty thousand yuan in total.
Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl were both green with envy.
Miss Yuan, however, looked over his certificate with satisfaction and smiled. “Not bad, Mo boy. Not bad at all! You’re living up to my guidance. I’m posting this photo on my Moments, hehe!”
She didn’t care about the money — but a chance to show off on social media? Never missed one.
After the excitement settled, the three of them turned and saw Lin Mo drawing Peppa Pig after Peppa Pig in his notebook — almost an entire book full.
“Seriously? You’ve been drawing that thing for days now. If you like it that much, I’ll take you to a tattoo shop — Peppa Pig on your arm, applause for a true tough guy! I’ll pay for it,” Miss Yuan said disdainfully.
Lin Mo’s generation had been the last to enjoy decent cartoons — Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, Fruit Armor, Kabuto. Unlike today’s kids, whose childhoods were dominated by that one pink pig.
So to her, seeing him obsessively draw Peppa Pig for days straight was incomprehensible.
“Yeah, Old Mo, did something happen to you? If you’re that lonely, I’ve got some ‘resources’ to share,” Sichuan Girl said.
Lin Mo: .
“You still watch that kind of unhealthy stuff? Don’t create ancient relics of lust — as they say, youth knows not—”
Seeing Miss Yuan beside them, Lin Mo swallowed the rest of his words.
“Knows not what?” Miss Yuan asked curiously.
Lin Mo coughed. “Ahem, nothing. Just saying he watches adult videos at night.”
Miss Yuan looked at Sichuan Girl with mock disgust. “Eww~~ you actually—”
“I didn’t! I don’t anymore! I’ve turned over a new leaf— no, that’s wrong— I mean I’ve quit that stuff ages ago!” Sichuan Girl protested weakly.
But his denial was far too feeble. None of the three believed him, not even Wang Chu. Sichuan Girl was utterly defeated.
Just then, Lin Mo finished drawing the last Peppa Pig. His fingers trembled slightly as a flood of sketching knowledge surged into his mind.
He turned to Miss Yuan, studying her features carefully — especially the key bone points.
Then, pencil in hand, he began to draw rapidly — swish swish swish.
In less than two minutes, he had outlined a rough portrait.
Seeing this, the three of them grew curious. Miss Yuan leaned over. “You’re sketching? Looks pretty decent!”
But as the facial features took shape, her expression shifted to one of shock and disbelief.
“This— this is what I looked like as a child! How did you—”
“Holy crap, Old Mo, you can sketch?”
“Damn, you’ve been hiding this skill?”
Miss Yuan was astonished because the sketch vividly captured her as a five- or six-year-old child. Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl were stunned that Lin Mo even knew how to draw.
“I used to draw a bit, haven’t done it in ages — kinda rusty. Not bad, right?” Lin Mo said, handing her the notebook with a smile.
“Wait, how did you know what I looked like as a kid? Did you see a photo at my grandma’s house last time?” Miss Yuan asked, dazed.
Lin Mo grinned proudly. “Of course not! I drew it based on your current features and bone structure — just scaled down. With skillful hands, anything’s possible!”
Ignoring the others’ astonishment, Miss Yuan grew excited. “Hold on — you can really draw like this? Then draw me again! This time, sketch me now. I’ll be your model!”
“No problem!” Lin Mo was thrilled. He had just gained a new skill and needed a chance to show it off — what better opportunity?
He took the notebook and pencil. Miss Yuan, like Chitose from an anime, suddenly pulled a long toy shotgun from under her skirt and rested it on her shoulder.
“Draw me like this — make me look awesome!”
Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl’s eyes nearly popped out.
Sichuan Girl: “Damn! Drawing a gun from your skirt? That’s badass! Teach me, Yuan Jie, I wanna learn that trick!”
Wang Chu: “Don’t you already pull guns from your pants anyway?”
While they joked around, Lin Mo froze — he couldn’t bring himself to start drawing.
Miss Yuan held her pose like a model for ages, but when she saw him still not moving, she lost her patience.
“What’s wrong, you useless mutt!”
Lin Mo: .
Great, now Black Dog had evolved into “Useless Mutt.” His nicknames changed too fast.
But the real problem was that he discovered he could only draw people as children or as adults — not as they were now.
That ruined everything! He’d been about to show off, only to realize the product description was literal — painfully so.
“Uh, slight problem. Let’s say… I can’t do live portraits. Would you believe that?”
Yuan Meng: ???
“What? Are you kidding me? I’ve already pulled out the gun, and now you tell me you can’t draw?”
Lin Mo coughed. “Ahem, I can only draw people as kids or grown-ups. Face-to-face sketching isn’t my thing, so…”
Miss Yuan blinked in confusion. Isn’t it all just drawing? But she shrugged.
“Fine then — draw me as an adult. Make me fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, with perfect curves.”
Lin Mo looked at her, hesitating.
“What? Didn’t you say you could?” she asked.
Lin Mo replied awkwardly, “Well… you’re already the biggest now.”
Yuan Meng: ???