novelraw Chapter 133 : Did It Work Out in the End?
Chapter 133 : Did It Work Out in the End?
Chapter 133: Did It Work Out in the End?
Tang Xuehai was already at an age where one could expect him to be the president of a university. Yet in his decades of life, never once had he imagined—even if he had stomped the brakes to the floor—that something so absurd would unfold before his very eyes.
Jiangning University of Science and Technology, major in computer science, senior student, medicine, closed-door disciple—were these words supposed to even connect together?
He had worked at this school for so many years, and it was the very first time he had seen a student from his own school put all his talent points into studying medicine.
And it wasn’t just that—it was to the extent that even a highly authoritative professor of traditional Chinese medicine in the city wanted to personally take him as a disciple. Just how exceptional did his talent have to be?
As Professor Mu’s junior, and even as the one who had made repeated visits to invite her back three times before she finally agreed to return, Tang Xuehai naturally knew the identity of his senior’s husband.
A professor at Jiangning Medical University, an expert at the city’s hospital of traditional Chinese medicine—there was no shortage of students who wanted to learn under him. Yet now he had come to their science and technology university to dig up a student?
If not for Professor Mu saying it herself, he would have thought someone had drunk fake liquor and was bragging nonsense. What kind of dishes had they eaten to get drunk like that?
Yesterday, after confirming the authenticity of the matter, Lin Mo’s file had been placed on his desk that very evening. A senior student in the Department of Computer Science, three years of utterly ordinary performance—never joined the student union, never achieved any awards, average grades, and even failed a subject. Though he had passed the retake, he was naturally far from eligible for any scholarships or financial aid.
One could say that aside from his good looks, there was nothing about him that wasn’t entirely, absolutely, ordinary.
When Professor Mu first said this was her student, he had thought it was just a signal—that the boy must have been some relative’s child. After all, he was only a senior, hadn’t even gone to graduate school yet—how could he possibly be Professor Mu’s student? Yet in the end, it turned out to be true.
And from the looks of his senior, she wasn’t too happy about her husband trying to poach her student. The two of them quarreling over a student—it was truly something one didn’t see every day.
Meanwhile, in a study room, Lin Mo was undergoing an interview with Jiangning Daily.
There weren’t many people present. One man set up the camera; the woman was presumably the reporter.
“Lin Mo, if you’re ready, we’ll begin now.” Reporter Ren Xue clipped the mic onto his collar as she asked.
It was obvious this type of interview was the kind where the reporter wouldn’t show her face—just ask the questions.
“Yes.” Lin Mo nodded slightly, a little nervous.
Perhaps seeing his nervousness, Ren Xue smiled. “No need to be nervous, Lin. Just a few simple questions—answer honestly, that’s all.”
Ren Xue, twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, was on the sweeter side of pretty. Looking at the young man sitting before her now, her eyes were filled with a gentle smile.
A college boy brimming with youthful energy, clean-cut, the kind of look hard for anyone to dislike. And just now, when she leaned in slightly to clip the mic for him, she could tell clearly that he had felt a bit embarrassed.
It made her sigh inwardly—college students were the best. Not greasy, easy to talk to, compliant. She had a feeling today’s interview would go very smoothly.
For an official media interview, to be honest, he was still a little nervous. Taking a deep breath, he nodded again.
Seeing this, Ren Xue gestured to the cameraman, and the recording began. Ren Xue first gave a brief introduction of the incident and Lin Mo’s background. After a few casual exchanges, they gradually entered the main topic.
Ren Xue: “Lin, what was your very first thought when you discovered the fire?”
Lin Mo: “To stay far away.”
Ren Xue: “Then what made you decide to go save people? Didn’t you think about the danger to yourself?”
Lin Mo: “I didn’t think that much. And it wasn’t just me—other residents were helping too.”
The questions and answers were very normal, the kind of official Q&A where anyone with a functioning brain knew what to say.
Ren Xue then asked a few questions about details of the fire and his feelings afterward. Lin Mo answered seriously—saying whatever sounded good. Whatever he thought privately didn’t matter—when speaking aloud, it had to be positive and full of energy.
Seeing how cooperative he was, Ren Xue looked visibly relieved.
“Here’s the thing,” she said with a smile. “Because of this incident, Lin, you’ve become quite popular online. I’ve gathered a few questions that netizens especially want to know, and I’d like you to respond to them—would that be alright?”
The previous questions had been the official task—content meant for release on the official channel, so naturally they had to sound formal. But the following ones were clearly lighter, just idle chatter. They would edit and publish them depending on the situation.
By now, Lin Mo was not so nervous anymore. Relaxed, he smiled and nodded—two more questions wouldn’t make a difference.
Ren Xue: “Okay. First question—netizens are curious about your background. Some say you’re a rich second generation, and they even brought evidence that your watch is very expensive. What’s the truth?”
Lin Mo: “I’m just an ordinary student, not some rich second generation. My family is normal. As for the watch—it was a gift from a friend, probably a knockoff.”
Ren Xue: “Since you’re a student, and your major isn’t construction machinery, had you learned to operate an excavator before?”
Lin Mo: “Mm, I had learned a little from a master. Thankfully, no accidents happened.”
Ren Xue: “After saving people successfully, why did you choose to leave quickly? From surveillance, we saw you even ran away. Was it because you didn’t want attention?”
Lin Mo shook his head and said something that shocked Ren Xue to her core: “No. It’s because the excavator was stolen—I drove it out of the construction site next door. The driver wasn’t there, and I was afraid of being discovered later, so I slipped away. Luckily nothing bad happened.
Later, when I found out that the site was my friend’s project, I felt relieved. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to accept this interview—what if the excavator driver saw it?”
Ren Xue: …
Not a rich second generation. The watch wasn’t real. She thought he had just wanted to do good without leaving his name—turns out he was simply afraid of being caught for stealing an excavator? And only when he learned the site belonged to his friend’s family did he feel safe enough to come forward? This logic was unbelievable.
Finally, with a handshake, the simple interview came to an end, and Ren Xue hurried back to write the script and release the video.
Meanwhile, in the president’s office, Professor Mu was discussing with President Tang the process of applying for additional honors, when Lin Mo knocked and entered.
“Teacher, President Tang!” Lin Mo greeted politely.
No matter what, his identity was still that of a student. Humility and courtesy could never go wrong.
“Ah, Lin—you’re here. Finished with the interview?” President Tang asked with a warm smile.
His tone was much more amiable than earlier—far less official. Who knew what Professor Mu had said to him in the meantime.
Lin Mo nodded. “It’s finished. Thank you, President!”
“Haha, no need to be so polite. Your teacher and I were just discussing securing more honors for you. Also—you haven’t joined the Party yet, have you?
Your teacher mentioned this just now. Find some time to write an application for Party membership. With your brave deeds, there won’t be any problem.” President Tang smiled and waved his hand, directly granting him yet another reward.
For ordinary students, joining the Party during university was very difficult. Even becoming a probationary member was rare—usually reserved for the truly outstanding or those who had won major awards.
But Lin Mo wasn’t even a probationary member, nor had he ever imagined he might have this chance. So this was quite a surprise.
“Thank you, Teacher, President!” Lin Mo hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
Professor Mu waved her hand. “This is what you deserve—what’s there to thank for? Giving out benefits like squeezing toothpaste—do I really have to remind you about this?
Since my student is here, hurry up and take out your good tea. My student has studied tea brewing—don’t you dare give him inferior leaves. Good tea only, don’t let my student’s skill go to waste.”
President Tang blinked. “Lin, you even know tea brewing?”
Lin Mo: “A little~”
Ten minutes later, Tang Xuehai sat in thought, watching Lin Mo’s fluid, elegant tea-brewing movements at the tea table.
What—were students nowadays all this multi-talented?
Gifted in medicine, massage skills on par with a chief physician, could drive an excavator to save lives, brave in danger, and now—even proficient in tea ceremony?
“Teacher, President, please have some.”
Lin Mo handed over two cups of tea with a polite invitation.
Professor Mu naturally lifted hers and took a sip, her face immediately showing a look of contentment.
President Tang, after taking a sip, began to doubt whether this was even his tea—how could the flavor brewed by Lin Mo be so different from what he usually drank?
At this moment, he understood a little why his senior was so angry about her husband trying to steal her student. If it had been him, he’d be angry too. Didn’t his colleague’s own school have students?
Meanwhile, at Yuan Meng’s grandmother’s home, Yuan Meng’s family of three and her eldest uncle were present.
“Big Brother, is Dad alright?” Yuan Guocheng asked.
The eldest, Jiang Jianguo, nodded. “He’s fine. Already asleep. But the second one really made Dad furious today. That bastard—when will he stop being such a worry? Must he drive his own father to his death to feel satisfied?”
Today Yuan Meng’s family came back for dinner. One reason was to keep the old folks company; the other was to discuss what had happened with Second Uncle and his son.
Parents always hoped to see harmony among their children. After all, they were blood brothers. But when things went too far, and siblings became estranged, at least the parents deserved to know the reason why—otherwise they would think something was wrong in the family.
But during dinner, Second Uncle hadn’t admitted any fault at all. Instead, he argued that he and his son had only meant well—that it was Yuan Meng’s family who hadn’t appreciated it.
But the old man wasn’t stupid—he was old, not blind. Of course he could see through his son’s intentions. He had smashed his cup directly onto the second son’s forehead.
And then chaos erupted. Second Uncle, Jiang Jianshe, claimed the old man was biased—just because his younger sister’s family was better off. Finally, he had slammed down his bowl and chopsticks and stormed off, leaving the old man furious.
As for Yuan Meng’s cousin, he hadn’t even dared to show up—hiding away, probably well aware of what he had done.
“Big Brother, if it comes to it, let’s take Dad to the hospital. I can arrange a private room with a good environment. At his age, after being so angry today, we can’t risk anything happening.” Yuan Guocheng suggested.
Hearing this, Jiang Jianguo shook his head. “Dad doesn’t want to go. And at his age, doctors would just recommend rest anyway—better at home. I’ll invite Doctor Li over another day—he’s treated Dad before, and the results were good.”
“Alright then. This is my fault—I didn’t stop Xiaoyue. Things turned ugly.” Yuan Guocheng admitted, feeling guilty.
“It’s not your fault—it’s the second one, sigh…”
Meanwhile, in the inner room, Miss Yuan and Mrs. Jiang were with the old lady.
“Mom, don’t worry. Dad already took his medicine and went to sleep.” Mrs. Jiang patted her mother’s back soothingly.
Miss Yuan handed over a glass of water. “Grandma, don’t be upset.”
The old lady sat on the bed, white-haired, wrinkled, wearing reading glasses. Her health was still sturdy. Smiling, she patted Miss Yuan’s head. “I’m not angry. It’s not like I don’t know what your Second Uncle is like—he’s been this way his whole life. As long as you live well, that’s enough.
But Yuanyuan is already grown. If there’s someone suitable, she should hurry and find one. Maybe Grandma can still live to see you get married.”
Miss Yuan blushed. “Grandma~ I’m still young! I don’t want to get married.”
“You’re still young? When I was your age, your eldest uncle was already in school.” The old lady shot back.
Mrs. Jiang laughed on the side. “Mom, times are different now. People marry later these days.”
“That’s right—and marriage is about fate, isn’t it?” Miss Yuan added.
“That’s true. Speaking of fate, when I was young, so many people tried to introduce me to suitors. But one after another, every introduction was to your grandfather.” The old lady laughed, her face glowing with memories, as if the scenes from decades ago were still fresh.
She could still clearly remember those moments. One could see she had lived a happy life.
But at that moment, Miss Yuan suddenly asked, in a moment of thoughtlessness:
“Really? So did it work out in the end?”
Mrs. Jiang:
Old Lady: