7: Chapter 7 Lu Mengmeng
"Whew! That old geezer shouldn't have remembered what we look like, right?"
After running into the classroom, Lin Mo leaned against a desk, panting heavily. He gently patted his chest, his face still showing a trace of lingering fear.
"I don't know!" Da Chun scratched the back of his head.
"Fine!" Lin Mo rolled his eyes at him, completely defeated by his honest nature.
As soon as the two of them found seats in the back row and sat down, some classmates noticed them.
"Huh, Lin Mo, Niu Dachun? What are you guys still doing at school?"
A boy wearing glasses pushed up his frames, his tone laced with surprise.
"Didn't the teacher say that those who don't want to take the martial arts college entrance exam don't need to come to school anymore?"
The original buzzing chatter in the classroom quieted down a bit.
Several gazes swept over in unison, filled with curiosity and a subtle, hard-to-detect scrutiny.
"But the two of us are going to take the college entrance exam!"
Lin Mo replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Pfft!"
As soon as he said this, bursts of laughter erupted across the classroom.
"Just the two of you? Taking the martial arts college entrance exam?"
The boy with glasses looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his hand shaking as he pushed up his glasses.
"Lin Mo, your Soul Power has been stuck at rank three for half a year, and Da Chun's is a flat zero, not to mention his Martial Soul is just a broken iron pot. Are you guys going to the exam hall just to be sparring partners for others?"
The laughter around them grew even louder. A few boys who usually loved to cause a scene even slapped their desks as they laughed:
"Hahaha, Glasses Li is right! With their level, they won't even make back their registration fee!"
"Exactly! During the last mock Soul Power test, Lin Mo didn't pass a single category. It was hilarious!"
Da Chun clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as the veins on his forehead throbbed.
These words pierced his heart like needles.
He wanted to argue back, but didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head, his face flushed red.
Lin Mo glanced at the classmates who were laughing so hard they were doubling over.
Then he looked at Da Chun, who was about to burst with anger beside him, and suddenly spoke in a slow, leisurely manner, "Have you laughed enough?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable chill, causing the laughter to gradually die down.
"When my Soul Power was at rank three, I didn't hold it against you when you laughed. But now that I'm at rank five, you're still laughing. Have you never been beaten up before?"
Lin Mo released the Soul Power pressure of a rank five.
That classmate's smile instantly froze.
He was only at rank five himself, barely meeting the standard to participate in the college entrance exam.
Feeling Lin Mo's rank five Soul Power, he immediately chickened out.
Damn it, how did this bastard Lin Mo manage to level up twice in just one week?
Seeing that he had intimidated one, he nudged Da Chun beside him. "Da Chun, go show them. Let them know you're not someone to be messed with from now on."
Da Chun took a deep breath and suddenly raised his hand. The dark-gold Frying Pan Martial Soul floated in his palm.
Then, the Martial Soul began to enlarge, and Da Chun grabbed the massive Frying Pan with both hands.
The fluctuations of Soul Power around his body were clearly perceptible.
Although he didn't speak, the aura of rank three Soul Power couldn't lie.
The classroom fell dead silent in an instant.
The boys who had laughed the loudest just now had their smiles frozen on their faces, as if they had been slapped hard.
The boy with glasses turned pale and stammered, "Th-this is impossible! Isn't Niu Dachun's innate Soul Power rank zero?"
"Impossible?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, casually picked up a piece of chalk from the desk, infused it with Soul Power, and flicked it out.
With a whoosh, the chalk flew across the classroom, accurately striking a nail in the corner of the blackboard, snapping into two with a crack.
This level of control was definitely not something an ordinary Soul Master could possess!
"Who else thinks I, Lin Mo, am an easy target?" Lin Mo's gaze swept across the classroom, finally landing on a girl in the front row.
She was Vice Squad Leader's deskmate, who usually loved to mock them along with Vice Squad Leader.
The girl shivered under his gaze and quickly lowered her head.
"Let's see who dares to raise their voice at us from now on. I'll beat them to a pulp!"
Lin Mo scanned the room, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
These classmates weren't very strong, but they sure had big mouths.
Lin Mo had tolerated them for a long time.
Of course, the truly powerful ones in the class weren't around, otherwise Lin Mo wouldn't have dared to act so brazenly.
"Ah, Boss! You've finally come to school!"
A delicate shout came from the back door.
Lin Mo turned his head to look.
He saw a girl about 1.5 meters tall with her hair tied in a lolita style and a baby face, looking at him with a face full of pleasant surprise.
"Oh, crap, wasn't this girl grounded?"
Seeing Lu Mengmeng, Lin Mo instantly felt a headache coming on.
The moment he saw her, Lin Mo was reminded of the scheme where he was swindled out of a mutated Martial Soul for three hundred yuan and a pack of spicy strips.
"Wahahaha! Boss, you really came to school! I was even thinking of asking my old geezer to beg you to come back!"
Lu Mengmeng ran over with pitter-patter steps, grabbed Lin Mo's arm, and shook it like a spoiled kitten:
"Boss, you have no idea how miserable I was! I was hung up and beaten by my family's old geezer for days. To get out, I trained hard every day and finally raised my Soul Power to rank 10. Only then did I escape his clutches!"
She pouted and complained, but her eyes were sparkling as she stared at Lin Mo.
"But Boss, you're just too amazing! My four-clawed octopus Martial Soul can now poison second-order magical beasts to death, and yesterday it even tied my dad up like a pretzel!"
Faced with Lu Mengmeng's endless babbling, Lin Mo's head throbbed even harder.
"That's not a four-clawed octopus, it's called the Devil Vine. It only has four main stems because it mutated from a Four-Colored Clover."
Lin Mo corrected her.
"Oh, whatever. The main thing is that Devil Vine doesn't sound good at all. I think four-clawed octopus rolls off the tongue much better."
Lin Mo rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
"Fine. If you still recognize me as your boss, shut your mouth right now. Seeing you now makes me feel like I've lost hundreds of millions."
"Huh? Why?" Lu Mengmeng blinked her clear, large eyes.
Lin Mo collapsed directly onto the desk, burying his head like an ostrich.
Seeing that Lin Mo was ignoring her, she finally noticed Niu Dachun, who was holding a massive Frying Pan nearby.
"Wow, Brother Da Chun's Martial Soul mutated too? This Frying Pan is so cool! Can you use it to stir-fry?"
Seeing Lu Mengmeng focus her attention on him, Da Chun couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
He quickly put away his Martial Soul, scratched his head, and chuckled, "Probably... yes?"
"Wow, so amazing!"
...
When the other classmates saw this young lady of the Lu Family chatting so happily with the class's two 'geniuses'...
...their eyes couldn't help but flash with envy, jealousy, and hate.
If they had known before that Lu Mengmeng was the eldest young lady of the Lu Family, they wouldn't have distanced themselves from her and would have befriended her long ago.
Why would they have left her to only play with Lin Mo?
"Damn it, if I find out who used my name, I'll definitely give them a good beating."
Just then, Lv Dagen and Song Wennuan walked into the classroom, cursing and swearing.
Just moments ago, they had been suddenly called to the office by their homeroom teacher and given a harsh scolding.
Only in the end did they find out that someone had been caught smoking right in front of the Dean of Discipline and had used their names.
"Those two bastards are really wicked, but I also kind of admire them. To dare to smoke right in front of Zhou the Flayer, they're definitely real men."
"Indeed... Huh?"
"Lin Mo, you bastard, how do you still dare to come to school!"