Chapter 247 : I Think I’ve Seen This Scene Somewhere Before?
Chapter 247: I Think I’ve Seen This Scene Somewhere Before?
Although Wang Chu was a little mentally shattered by Lin Mo’s antics, fortunately, his name happened to be the same as the Mazu Empress. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to curse him out.
It had to be said—Lin Mo truly enjoyed the perks of his name. At least to Wang Chu, no matter what he did, he would never get scolded.
Of course, Wang Chu could only look at the roasted goose leg. Eating it was out of the question. After all, Lin Mo had already promised the Class Monitor that he would only let him eat those low-fat meals. He had already increased the portion size—what more did Wang Chu want? Lin Mo had already gone above and beyond, alright!
As for why he roasted a goose leg in front of Wang Chu, that really wasn’t on purpose. After all, he was hungry too. He couldn’t possibly starve himself just because Wang Chu was dieting. What kind of logic was that? He was simply craving it, that’s all.
After the meal, Lin Mo relaxed on the sofa, while Wang Chu, having finished the chores, lay sprawled on the living room floor groaning like a dead dog.
To make up for Wang Chu’s emotional trauma, Lin Mo even gave him a massage to ease his fatigue.
“Hey, gotta admit, the Class Monitor really went hard on you. Your muscles all over are overstretched—it must feel real nice, huh?” Lin Mo said with a grin, lounging on the sofa.
When Lin Mo was massaging him just now, every touch of his palm made Wang Chu shudder like he’d been electrocuted—not from pleasure, but from pain.
As everyone knew, if someone didn’t exercise for a long time and suddenly started working out, their entire body would ache.
And this guy Wang Chu… who knew how long it had been since he last moved his body? Ever since freshman year, his weight had only gone up.
The Class Monitor had really gone all out these past two days, and judging by the exercise intensity, it wasn’t light. If his body didn’t react, that would be strange.
Hearing that, Wang Chu rolled his eyes from the floor. “Sure, it’s great for you. I could live with the workouts, but not letting me eat enough—that’s just killing me! Old Mo, how about you talk to the Class Monitor and let me drop out of this thing?”
“Don’t! I’m not getting involved in you two’s nonsense. If you’ve got guts, tell her yourself. I already did my best by getting you a decent meal today. At most, I’ll give you another massage later. Besides, the Class Monitor’s a girl, and she’s still got the willpower to stick with the diet and training—are you really this soft?” Lin Mo said disdainfully.
The Class Monitor wasn’t the kind to just stand on the side yelling “keep going” while doing nothing. She exercised just as much, ate the same low-fat meals, and even gave her own living expenses to Wang Chu. Her determination was no joke.
If Lin Mo got himself involved in that, it’d be like asking for trouble.
“It’s different, okay? I’m way heavier than her. A little exercise feels like death. I burn a ton of calories, but I still can’t eat my fill—who can stand that?” Wang Chu argued in protest.
In his mind, exercising was painful but bearable—but starving? Absolutely not. When had he ever suffered like this in his life?
“That’s where you don’t get it,” Lin Mo said. “When you want to lose weight, diet control is the key. Exercise only helps.
If you don’t control your diet and just keep eating, no matter how much you work out, you won’t lose much weight. You’ll just turn from a fat guy full of flab into a fat guy full of muscle.
Besides, your results these past few days have been obvious! Look at you—you’ve lost over ten pounds already. Your face looks smaller, and your jawline’s showing up. And when someone loses weight, their skin improves too. If you stick with it, who knows? In a few months, you could have an eight-pack and become a hunk. Maybe you could even make a CP with Li Shiya!” Lin Mo said while painting him a rosy picture, practically PUA-ing him like some MLM leader.
Sure enough, Wang Chu looked a little tempted.
“Really that obvious? I-I was just going through the motions, but they say every fat guy’s a hidden gem. Maybe that’s me! Damn it, I’m doing it. I’ll go find the Class Monitor right now and keep training this afternoon!”
Wang Chu spoke while raising his chin in the mirror, admiring the barely-visible outline of his jaw beneath the layers of fat. By the time he finished speaking, he had already dashed out to find the Class Monitor.
For some reason, Lin Mo felt a bit guilty for conning Wang Chu like that. He knew the guy too well—his three-minute enthusiasm wasn’t an exaggeration. Still, for Wang Chu’s health, a little psychological manipulation now and then couldn’t hurt, right?
And so Lin Mo uttered the timeless line: “Mm, I’m doing this for his own good.”
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On the other side, the Rushuang Empress had finally returned home.
In the courtyard of the Liu family villa, Liu Zhengyuan stared at the empty trunk of the car, then at his precious daughter. He opened his mouth but didn’t say a word. The silence was deafening.
“Uh, Dad, I just went for a drive and brought some gifts for a friend’s parents,” Liu Rushuang said awkwardly, rubbing her hands.
Hearing this, Father Liu sighed. “Forget the other stuff, but you even took the Old Banzhang tea from my cabinet? I haven’t even brought myself to drink that!”
“Huh? What Zhang? Is it expensive? You had so many teas sitting there untouched, I thought you didn’t like drinking them. And the smell was kind of weird—what if it went bad and made you sick? So I just gave it away, hehe,” Liu Rushuang said, feigning ignorance.
Hearing that, Liu Zhengyuan nearly blacked out. He pointed at his precious daughter, speechless.
At that moment, Old Liu suddenly felt a chill. He thought it was because the weather was cold and he needed another layer, but no—it was his little cotton-padded jacket starting to leak wind.
“What’s with that face? Did Xiao’e say something wrong? You’ve got all that tea and don’t even drink it. What’s wrong with giving some away? Look at your big belly—you drink tea every day, and it’s not like you’ve lost any fat,” Mrs. Cheng scolded as she came out, coming to her daughter’s defense before turning to gossip about her trip.
Seeing his savior arrive, Liu Rushuang immediately abandoned her father and ran to whisper with her mother.
Watching this scene, Liu Zhengyuan suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
“I think I’ve seen this scene somewhere before… Where was it?”
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Meanwhile, in South City, at Lin Mo’s house, his parents stared at the gifts Liu Rushuang had brought and didn’t know what to do.
The liquor and cigarettes were fine—they could just consume those. But the tea… that was a real problem.
“What kind of tea is this? Why’s it shaped like a disc? Looks like cow dung! And there’s not even a name on the package,” Mom Zhou Min frowned and said.
Old Lin—Comrade Old Lin—shook his head. “I think it’s called a tea cake. As for what kind, no idea. But our son said the girl who gave it runs a company, so it probably isn’t cheap.”
The old couple were just ordinary people. The tea Liu Rushuang sent over was beautifully packaged, but without any labels, they had no idea what it was.
They knew about Wuyi Dahongpao—Zhou Min bought that every year. Twenty-five yuan for a big bag—nice and cheap.
“Yeah, I doubt it’s cheap. But it smells kind of weird. Whatever, I’ll just break off a piece,” Zhou Min said, snapping a chunk off the tea cake.
Old Lin was startled. “Hey, what are you doing? That thing’s not cheap!”
Mom Zhou Min replied, “What am I doing? I’m boiling a couple of tea eggs to see how it tastes.”