Chapter 162 : Thirty Years of Professional Chicken-Making
Chapter 162: Thirty Years of Professional Chicken-Making
Liu Rushuang dropped him off at the school gate. It was already close to ten at night, and the welcoming party had long ended. The campus was quiet.
Lin Mo held a large cardboard box in his arms, which contained the Imperial Armor. He stood at the school gate wearing a pair of slippers.
The wind picked up around him, carrying a faint chill.
“You should head back now—it feels like it’s going to rain. Drive slowly,” Lin Mo said to Liu Rushuang in the car.
“Alright, I’ll get going first then. You should also go back and rest early. You’ve worked hard today. Come to the city sometime—your sister will make sure to ‘reward’ you properly,” Liu Rushuang teased, deliberately emphasizing the word reward with suggestive undertones.
She was joking, of course. As the “Queen of the Road,” though she hadn’t caught on right away, it didn’t take long for her to figure out what that brat Lin Mo had been implying.
After today’s events, Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. She had really underestimated this guy. He looked all innocent and harmless, but his mind was full of tricks.
He actually dared to flirt with her—twice in one day, no less. She wasn’t about to let that slide. She had already decided she’d get her revenge someday.
If Lin Mo had known what she was thinking, he would have scoffed. Sure, they said there were only overworked oxen, never plowed-out fields—but once he mastered the Fuyang Post, who’d be getting the upper hand then would be another story.
Lin Mo shot her a sideways glance, not in the mood for more banter. Earlier today, when he’d suddenly knelt to tie her shoelace, he could clearly feel how nervous she got. And yet she still had the nerve to tease him every day—what was she thinking?
Really just using her seniority to act recklessly, huh? Don’t think he’s not a man just because he’s her friend’s younger brother.
“Alright, if you don’t leave now, it’s going to rain. You’ll be fine in the car, but I’ll be the one getting drenched,” Lin Mo said, shaking his head.
Liu Rushuang leaned her head out the window and glanced at the sky. “Okay then, I’m off. Bye, little brother.”
Watching Liu Rushuang drive away, Lin Mo finally turned back toward the dorms. At this hour, he definitely wasn’t going to Miss Yuan’s place. He’d just have to deliver the stuff tomorrow.
As he walked along the asphalt road through campus, he occasionally saw groups of guys with their arms around each other’s shoulders heading out toward the gates—probably to pull an all-nighter at an internet café.
By the time Lin Mo reached the dorm building, small raindrops had started to fall. Seeing that, he quickened his pace. Just as he stepped inside, the rain outside suddenly came down harder.
“Talk about perfect timing,” Lin Mo muttered. “Almost got soaked out there.”
If Rushuang Empress had delayed even a few more minutes, he would’ve been drenched through and through.
He glanced around and saw that the Dormitory Supervisor Auntie wasn’t in her duty room, so he didn’t bother greeting anyone and hurried upstairs.
The dorm lights were on—meaning Wang Chu was probably there. As he opened the door, sure enough, Wang Chu was sitting at the computer editing photos.
“Damn! You’re back already?” Wang Chu was startled.
Lin Mo rolled his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? I can’t come back now? Why so surprised—doing something shady, are we? Let’s see—oh ho, pictures of the Class Monitor, huh? Not bad. Your photography’s improving.”
Lately, Wang Chu had been working with the Sichuan Girl on shoots. The two of them were even planning to start collaborating regularly.
So recently, he’d been learning videography, editing, and other production skills. After all, even in a partnership, he was supposed to handle the behind-the-scenes work—couldn’t just be like those useless MC studio guys who didn’t know a thing!
“Chuanzi! Chuanzi! Come out! Old Mo’s back!”
Ignoring Lin Mo’s teasing, Wang Chu shouted toward the bathroom.
A moment later, the door opened, and the Sichuan Girl came out, giving him a disappointed look. “Why’d you come back?”
“What? I can’t come back now? And why are you in the dorm?” Lin Mo asked in surprise.
After all, ever since the Sichuan Girl had rented her own place, she hadn’t come back in ages.
The two of them stepped up and scrutinized him from head to toe, making Lin Mo’s skin crawl.
“What are you two doing?”
Neither of them answered.
Wang Chu said, “Wrinkled clothes, torn collar, slippers on his feet… Chuanzi, what do you think?”
Li Chuan replied, “All signs suggest he’s been up to no good—but that expression says he didn’t get any.”
“Damn, we thought you’d gone off with the rich lady for the night, but turns out it was a wasted trip!”
Lin Mo: “…”
After some questioning, he finally understood. The two of them had seen him go meet a “rich woman” and bet on whether he’d stay out all night.
He’d only gone to show support, but since Miss Yuan had told them the woman was Lin Mo’s former boss, well… office romance? Live drama? Of course they’d want front-row seats!
But in the end? Total disappointment.
“You two are so damn bored,” Lin Mo said, not even knowing what to say anymore.
“Can’t help it. You got a chance to take the shortcut, bro. We just had to check in,” Chuanzi said. “So tell us—did you pull it off today?”
Lin Mo thought for a moment and then nodded. “I think so? Her friends looked shocked, their eyes were shining. Oh, by the way, how was the welcoming party? Fun? Did your street performance hit the mark?”
Chuanzi sighed. “Same as always. Freshmen were cheering like crazy, but the sophomores, juniors, and seniors just watched for a bit and left.
As for the street performance—pretty good. Yuan Jie cosplayed as Furina and drew a whole crowd of Genshin Impact fans trying to take pictures. Some even recognized me as Li Shiya!
But this idiot—” she pointed at Wang Chu “—vanished halfway through filming to take pictures of the Class Monitor. We missed so much material, I was furious!”
They both looked at Wang Chu, who scratched his head nervously. “W-well, she kept praising my shots… I got embarrassed! You know me—I’d never just be after her money.”
Lin Mo: “So how much per photo?”
Wang Chu: “Five yuan each. Fifteen if I retouch them.”
The two of them: “…”
She was trying to flirt, and he was just trying to make money off her. They couldn’t even tell anymore who was the hunter and who was the prey.
Meanwhile, when Liu Rushuang got home, it was already late. After taking a shower, she lay in bed wearing a sexy nightdress, her long legs bare. Listening to the rain outside, she found her mind wandering.
Her thoughts were full of the scene from earlier—Lin Mo kneeling to tie her shoelace, cupping her face with both hands. Every so often, flashes of him massaging her and rubbing her stomach slipped into the memory.
The more she thought about it, the redder her face grew. After a long moment, she snapped out of it, grabbed a Transformers figurine from her bedside table, and muttered softly:
“Damn brat… still talking about rewards? You wish.”
With that, her long legs pressed tightly together, and she yanked the blanket over her head.
On the other side, because of the rain, the Sichuan Girl obviously couldn’t go back. Thankfully, they all still had the quilts issued by the school.
Back in freshman year, they’d practiced folding them into perfect squares. If they failed, the Student Council would deduct points.
So most students bought an extra quilt to actually sleep with, while the issued one stayed neatly folded in the locker—brought out only for inspections. By now, in their senior year, no one bothered checking anymore. So, perfect—Chuanzi could use it for the night.
Otherwise, she’d be stuck sitting on the cold bedboard—and as for sharing a bed with them? No way!
At midnight, Lin Mo’s shopping page refreshed as usual.
【Type 56 Submachine Gun; 30 bullets; comes with tri-edged bayonet; green uniform, red collar tab; semi-squat firing stance; same model as “Earth’s Strongest Soldier”; you deserve it; ￥56】
【Thirty Years of Professional Chicken-Making; after winning 10 rounds of PUBG, when cooking chicken dishes, your culinary skill reaches state banquet level: ￥500】
【Herring and Pork Belly Rice Dumplings, perfect for Dragon Boat Festival; ￥5.31】
【Stainless Steel Dough Basin; thickened design; ￥0.01】
Lin Mo: “…”