Chapter 246 : I’ll Just Eat Something Simple
Chapter 246: I’ll Just Eat Something Simple
In the living room, Wang Chu was devouring the ham sausages, biscuits, and other little snacks his mom had stuffed into his backpack before he left.
He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated. If Lin Mo hadn’t cleaned out the fridge before the holidays, this guy would’ve probably climbed right into it.
And that was already after Lin Mo had stopped him — otherwise, saying that Wang Chu might chew on raw millet was an exaggeration, but drinking raw eggs straight? That was entirely possible.
“Why is there no more? This isn’t even enough to fill the gap between my teeth!” Wang Chu wailed as he slumped in the chair.
Lin Mo’s face went dark. “Get lost. They’re just snacks my mom packed for me before she left — how much do you think there was?
Anyway, what’s your deal? What, the Class Monitor makes the ox plow but doesn’t feed it grass?”
Looking at Wang Chu’s ghostly appearance, Lin Mo’s first thought was kidney deficiency. Though Wang Chu had always been on the weak side, he used to look sturdy enough.
Now, just one glance was enough to see how drained he was. His complexion was pale, his eye sockets sunken, dark circles heavy under his eyes, and even his once-round face had slimmed down considerably. As for his body — Lin Mo hadn’t checked, but the smell of sweat clung to him, as if he’d been fished out of water.
And the only person who could make Wang Chu look like this was probably the Class Monitor, Wang Jing.
Maybe during these few days of vacation, their relationship had heated up fast — perhaps even to the point of fusion! But given Wang Chu’s weak foundation (kidney yang deficiency), if he really got into a relationship like that, judging from his appearance, he wouldn’t have long to live!
“How did you know? Old Mo, your brother is suffering,” Wang Chu said, patting his chest dramatically.
“You’re suffering? Sounds like you’ve got it good. Don’t worry — if it gets too bad, once break’s over, I’ll take you to see my teacher. He can restore your vitality. Don’t worry — my teacher cures everything,” Lin Mo laughed, patting him on the shoulder.
He didn’t know whether the Class Monitor was too powerful or Wang Chu too weak, but one thing was clear — when it came to stamina, women had a natural advantage.
“Why bother with Professor Li? You could fix me up yourself,” Wang Chu said.
Lin Mo froze, quickly waving his hands. “No way, no way. I haven’t graduated yet — I can’t prescribe medicine for others.”
“What medicine? Forget that, just take me out for a good meal, I’m begging you. The Class Monitor’s forcing me to diet, even controlling what I eat. If you hadn’t come back, I’d already be dead!” Wang Chu howled.
Lin Mo: ???
“Wait—are you saying you look like this because of dieting? You’re just hungry?”
“What else? Hurry up, I’m starving! If you don’t move, I’m eating the eggs in your fridge!” Wang Chu said, almost frantic.
Lin Mo sighed. So he’d overthought it. These two, a pair of so-called geniuses — if they could’ve reached the fusion stage in just a few days of break, their relationship wouldn’t have been this awkward to begin with.
“I get you’re desperate, but hold on. The Class Monitor controls what you eat — why do you let her? Can’t you sneak food? I don’t believe she watches you twenty-four hours a day,” Lin Mo asked, pressing Wang Chu’s shoulder.
Even for dieting, Wang Chu looked like he was on the verge of starvation. Lin Mo didn’t believe his friend had such willpower — if he did, he’d have slimmed down long ago.
“You think I don’t want to eat? I’m broke!” Wang Chu said helplessly.
Lin Mo blinked. “Broke? What, your mom didn’t send you living expenses this month?”
“She did — but I can’t use them,” Wang Chu groaned.
Lin Mo: ???
It was only after Wang Chu’s long complaint that Lin Mo understood what had happened these past few days.
Turns out, the morning Lin Mo went home, the Class Monitor had asked Wang Chu out to shop and eat. That night, the topic of dieting came up.
Coincidentally, Wang Chu had been thinking the same thing. So the two hit it off — not only did they both sign up for gym memberships, but Wang Jing also suggested that they put all their living expenses together in an iron tin. The key was with Wang Jing, and the tin itself was kept by Wang Chu.
Every day, she’d take the key, withdraw a small amount, and they’d eat together — followed by intense workouts.
Wang Chu had wanted to improve himself, and with a girl there to motivate him, he agreed immediately.
But everyone knew Wang Chu only talked about losing weight. Add in high-intensity training and light meals — even rice was rationed — how could he handle it?
By the second day, he was done. He wanted to quit. But Class Monitor Wang Jing was firm — you agreed, now you stick to it.
When Lin Mo messaged him earlier, they had still been sweating it out at the nearby gym.
The moment he heard Lin Mo was back, Wang Chu felt like his savior had arrived — he had to come cry for help!
So, with a perfectly reasonable excuse, he’d run all the way here — probably burning more calories than at the gym.
After hearing it all, Lin Mo was speechless. The Class Monitor was ruthless — her execution was terrifying.
“Couldn’t you have asked your family for more? Or at least told me or Sichuan Girl?” Lin Mo asked, chuckling.
Wang Chu rolled his eyes. “You think I didn’t want to? The Class Monitor saw that coming. On day one, she made me swear before the portrait of Mazu Empress — no borrowing money for food from home or friends during the diet! Why did I agree to that, damn it!”
Lin Mo: …
He had to admit, the Class Monitor had both brains and guts. First, she got Wang Chu hooked on dieting, then lured him in by pledging her own living expenses. That cut off his financial escape. Then she sealed it with an oath to Mazu Empress, blocking any chance of borrowing money.
Each move tighter than the last — Wang Chu was completely trapped. A strategy worthy of Jia Xu himself.
If he wanted to eat, he had to work out. But after working out, all he got were low-fat meals. Simply put, he’d been starving, exhausted, and miserable for days.
Clap clap clap.
Lin Mo applauded. “Impressive! The Class Monitor doesn’t mess around. You look pitiful, but hey — it’s working!”
Wang Chu nodded miserably. “Cardio, weights, running, jump rope, fat-burning workouts — everything by the plan. Meals are limited, meat only chicken breast. It’s been less than a week, and I’ve lost thirteen pounds! Old Mo, I’m begging you, take me out for real food before she shows up!”
Just as he said that, a sharp knock came from the door.
Bang bang bang!
“Lin Mo! It’s me, Wang Jing! Is Wang Chu there? Open up!”
Wang Chu: “I’m doomed!”
Lin Mo: …
Speak of the devil. The Class Monitor sure was persistent.
“Lin Mo, he’s finally losing weight — don’t ruin it! Did he eat these?”
In the living room, Class Monitor Wang Jing stood there in workout gear, her sports bra soaked with sweat — clearly, she’d been training hard herself. She pointed at the ham sausage and biscuit wrappers in the trash.
Lin Mo smiled calmly. Who was Wang Chu? His college roommate of three years — they’d shared meals, bunk beds, and not once had they quarreled. They even called each other godfathers. Whenever one was in trouble, the other helped.
As for the woman before him? Just a classmate. How could he betray his brother over her?
“Yes, Class Monitor, he ate them.”
Without hesitation, Lin Mo sold Wang Chu out completely.
After all, this was just flirting between a man and a woman — he wasn’t going to get in the middle. Their relationship might be strange, but it was headed in a good direction.
If he meddled now, and they ended up marrying one day, he’d just be the obstacle they mentioned in their wedding speech — what an awkward legacy.
So Lin Mo immediately chose the safer route. And besides, a little dieting would only do Wang Chu good.
Sure enough, Wang Jing’s eyes turned sharp.
“You’re still sneaking food? Extra training this afternoon!”
“Nooo~ I just ate a little! Just a little! Old Mo, save me!” Wang Chu wailed.
Lin Mo sighed. Feeling a little guilty, he said, “Um, Class Monitor, maybe let it go? He told me he’s already trained all morning. He should rest a bit. How about we all grab a meal together?”
“Resting’s fine, but food’s out. Our diet’s strict — boiled corn, raw tomatoes, stir-fried bean sprouts, enoki soup, lettuce with sauce, cucumbers, fried mushrooms, garlic broccoli, no more than 100 grams of chicken breast, and half a bowl of rice per meal,” Wang Jing counted on her fingers.
Lin Mo quickly raised a hand. “How about this — let him rest, and I’ll make sure he eats only those foods. Deal? Or you can stay too, Class Monitor.”
Wang Jing blinked. “Really?”
“Of course. It’s for his own good,” Lin Mo said earnestly.
“Fine. He can rest half a day. Training resumes tomorrow. I’ll head home — need a shower,” Wang Jing said, satisfied.
The moment she left, Wang Chu cheered, jumping up like he’d just been freed. “Old Mo — no, Godfather! You’re amazing! Let’s go, let’s eat! I want pork — fatty pork!”
Lin Mo looked at him calmly. “What are you thinking? I promised the Class Monitor. I’m not letting you eat that stuff.”
“What? You’re betraying your brother? I called you godfather for nothing!”
Seeing his friend’s eyes redden, Lin Mo patted his shoulder. “Be patient, my son. Your father already has a plan.”
Wang Chu: ???
Forty minutes later, Lin Mo handed him half a bowl of rice. “No more than this — but you can eat plenty of the rest.”
Wang Chu stared at the full table in shock. “I can eat all this?”
“Of course. The Class Monitor said you could eat these — trust her words,” Lin Mo nodded.
On the table were four corncobs, two big tomatoes, stir-fried bean sprouts, a plate of dipping vegetables, cold golden flower salad, sautéed mushrooms, and a big platter of garlic broccoli.
No meat — but plenty of food. She hadn’t said he couldn’t eat all of it, after all.
Tears welled up in Wang Chu’s eyes. What a true brother — three years of friendship, unshakable loyalty. No meat, sure, but at least he’d get full today.
“Old… Old Mo, I’m so touched. You don’t know what I’ve been through these days. From now on, if you ever need anything, and I don’t help, I’m no son of my mother!” Wang Chu swore between mouthfuls.
Lin Mo sighed beside him. Poor guy — he really had suffered.
“By the way, Old Mo, why aren’t you eating? Come on, eat!” Wang Chu said, trying to give him some vegetables.
Lin Mo smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about me — you’ve suffered, eat up!”
But Wang Chu shook his head. “No way, we eat together. You just got back — you haven’t eaten either!”
Lin Mo took a deep breath. “Me? I’ll just eat something simple.”
With that, he stood, walked to the kitchen, and came back holding —
— a golden, sizzling roast goose leg in one hand, and a cold drink in the other.
Wang Chu pointed, trembling. “You—!”