novelraw Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Chapter 134: Those Were All My Lines!
Facts proved that when a person was utterly speechless, they truly could not utter a word.
Yuan Meng’s grandmother looked at her children with a belly full of anger. Just look at what kind of thing you gave birth to.
If this had not been her daughter’s second child, she would have already urged her daughter to hurry and give birth to another.
And this one still dared to rush marriage? What if she gave birth to another fool?
At this moment, even Mrs. Jiang wanted to slap her daughter twice. If not for me, where would you come from? Without me, where would there be you? And you’re asking whether it’s settled or not?
Yet Miss Yuan seemed to have short-circuited, still struggling to figure out whether it was settled or not. It nearly drove her crazy—just say whether it’s done or not, why are you two pulling long faces?
When Yuan Meng finally realized what she had just said, her little face flushed red. Mrs. Jiang pinched her in exasperation.
There was no helping it—her own daughter could only be dealt with by herself.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo only came out after two in the afternoon. After sending Professor Mu back to the faculty housing area, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He had to admit, although it was troublesome, the rewards were quite substantial.
Not only did he receive an honorary certificate issued by the school, but also a cash prize, though the prize money would take a couple of days to be processed.
Moreover, he had been granted permission to join the Party. All he needed to do was write an application once he got back and submit it.
On top of that, he added Principal Tang on WeChat. The principal said that if there were any awards in the future, he would notify him.
As for the interviews and public commendation across the entire school, Lin Mo did not care much. Those were just empty gestures. If possible, he would rather not have them at all.
He felt embarrassed being recorded on camera, especially knowing it would later be posted online. After all, he was just an ordinary person who had never thought about becoming famous.
In fact, he had always thought the only time in his life he might face a camera would be at his wedding. He had not expected it to come early.
Looking at his WeChat contacts list, Lin Mo could not help but sigh at how much higher the circles he mingled in had become recently.
Liu Rushuang, Professor Mu, Professor Li, Principal Tang, Senior Brother Xiao Fan, and Director Pan from Rehabilitation—among these people, even the least impressive was still a doctor like Fan Peng.
Though Fan Peng’s medical skills seemed unreliable—three needles had almost left him hemiplegic—Lin Mo knew that without his shopping page, in the future, he and Fan Peng would belong to entirely different social classes.
Of course, Zhao Tingting was an exception. He wanted to find a time to delete her. He had only added her contact because of Wang Chu in the first place. Now that Wang Chu no longer licked her boots, there seemed no point in keeping her.
Besides, since Zhao Tingting already knew his current situation, the chances of her taking the initiative to contact him again were slim. At most, her WeChat ID would just gather dust in his contacts. Maybe she could still help him chop a Pinduoduo price cut or, ten years later, he could leave a “like” on her kid’s post in her Moments.
After sending a message to Sichuan Girl asking for her location, Lin Mo arrived at Chengyue Community.
When he went upstairs and pushed open the door, he found Sichuan Girl eating takeout—a rib rice box meal, though the color looked very unappetizing.
“Why are you by yourself? Where’s Wang Chu?” Lin Mo asked upon seeing only her inside.
“Class Monitor called him over. He hasn’t come back yet,” Sichuan Girl frowned after swallowing a bite.
“Still not back? Did he fall into the Spider Cave or what?”
Lin Mo was surprised. He had already attended the commendation ceremony and finished the interview, yet Wang Chu still was not done?
“Who knows. But I’m used to it. The past two days, this has been happening often. No idea how Class Monitor has so much work. At this rate, with National Day coming up, I feel like Wang Chu will be called to her house to help peel corn cobs.”
Lin Mo: …
Well, it was not impossible. Still, he had to admire Big Class Monitor—she somehow always found ways. There had to be an adviser behind her.
After all, he knew Big Class Monitor’s personality well enough after three years. She definitely did not have that kind of brainpower.
If it had been Zhao Tingting instead, he would not doubt it for a second.
“Why are you ordering takeout again? And from PinHaoFan no less? Going to the cafeteria would be better—clean, hygienic, and cheaper,” Lin Mo advised, frowning at her food.
Sichuan Girl sighed helplessly. “You two weren’t here. I was too lazy to move, so I just ordered. The taste is worse, sure, but at least I don’t have to go downstairs.”
Hearing this, Lin Mo curled his lip in disdain. “You’re hopelessly lazy. People say our generation is weak. Haven’t had a sip of 1982 Lafite, but haven’t missed a single bite of frozen meat from ’82.”
“It’s fine. I’ll whip up some of your Chinese medicine liquid for you in a few days to make up for it. I take care of my body. How could I let myself lose out?”
Lin Mo: …
Brine with soy milk—drink while cursing life?
Did she really think a few bowls of herbal soup could balance that out? No wonder—Li Shiya’s brain circuits were always odd.
In the kitchen, Lin Mo heated up some of his medicine liquid, tilted his head back, and drained it in one go. His face instantly twisted into a mask of pain.
Meanwhile, Sichuan Girl clicked her tongue as she admired his honorary certificate in the living room.
“Impressive. You even got a certificate. But this banner looks so plain, no personality at all. If it were me, I’d write: ‘Saved My Dog Life, Worthy of the Imperial Ancestral Temple!’” She shook her head at the banner.
Such a great favor, and just “Act of Bravery” written on it? That hardly expressed their gratitude.
“Get lost. They were serious about it. Plus, there were reporters around. What nonsense are you spouting? If you really want to give one, in a few days I’ll take you to see Professor Li. You can give him a banner saying, ‘Chinese Medicine Master Li Chengyang, Cures Kidney Deficiency, Sugar-Free.’ How about that?” Lin Mo laughed.
He also thought the banner looked a bit plain, but it was someone’s sincere gesture. How could he complain?
Sichuan Girl shook her head furiously. “No way. If I send that, won’t everyone think I’m the one with kidney deficiency?”
“You can deliver it disguised as Li Shiya. Then everyone will think she has kidney deficiency. What does that have to do with you, Li Chuan?”
Sichuan Girl: …
“Forget it. What’s the use of a banner anyway? This certificate will end up at the bottom of a drawer in no time. Real rewards are better. Old Mo, did you get any prize money?”
For most people, certificates and banners were meaningless—could not be eaten or drunk. Cash was more practical.
“Yeah, nearly thirty thousand. But it has to go through the process. I didn’t get it on the spot,” Lin Mo nodded.
Hearing this, Sichuan Girl quickly stood up, pulled him to sit down, and said, “Please sit, Godfather, hehe!”
“What are you doing?” Lin Mo leaned back defensively.
Sichuan Girl rubbed her hands together. “Your little brother is short on cash lately.”
“Don’t give me that. You’re a big influencer now. How could you be short of money?” Lin Mo did not believe it.
After all, Sichuan Girl had nearly a million followers. Even though Lin Mo was not in the self-media business, he knew that kind of account had great earning power.
“I’ve only been popular a few days, not even half a month. Expenses piled up fast. I just upgraded equipment, bought new decorations after moving, and some brand deals haven’t paid out yet. I can’t livestream every day or fans will get bored.” She complained.
Her family conditions were already decent, so she tended to spend generously. Lately, though, she had spent more than usual and did not dare to ask her family for money.
The main problem was simply that her popularity was still too recent, and she was overspending faster than income came in.
“Alright then. I happen to have some. How much do you need? Want me to send it by WeChat?” Lin Mo asked, pulling out his phone.
Sichuan Girl: “The more the better. WeChat is fine.”
Lin Mo: “By the way, how long have you used WeChat?”
“Many years. Why?” she asked curiously.
Lin Mo: “Do you know that WeChat Pay has been renamed WeChat Services? You can even borrow money with it. Open WeBank Loan. You should have an eighty-thousand limit. Mine is even higher—I’ve got 120,000.”
Sichuan Girl: …
Wait a minute. Isn’t he supposed to be the ordinary guy? I’m the one doing self-media here. Yet before I could promote anything, he just fed me a mouthful of crap?
“You—you’re using all my lines!”
Lin Mo: “Whoever says it first owns it, hehe.”