novelraw Chapter 166 : Large Item
Chapter 166 : Large Item
Chapter 166: Large Item
“With that kind of shooting, what are you even pretending for? One shot is enough, huh? You think you’re Comrade Shunliu from the Sixth Division?”
“That guy can blow up little devils’ heads with every bullet. And you? Great job — you killed your teammates first.”
The three of them played the whole afternoon without a single win. Miss Yuan completely broke down on the spot, and the other two looked equally dispirited.
As for Sichuan Girl’s marksmanship — well, it was complicated. To say she was inaccurate wasn’t fair, since she could still hit people. But to say she was accurate wasn’t right either — she was equally good at hitting her own teammates.
For the first time, Lin Mo truly felt how difficult this pre-mission was. Mainly, it was because this wasn’t his area of expertise. Unlike other pre-missions, where progress would always increase as long as you did something — slowly or quickly — this one didn’t work like that.
This one required luck.
And unfortunately, all his luck was spent on billiards, and all his skill points were in sword arts. Wasn’t he doomed then?
He had no idea when he would finish this pre-mission. The future seemed nothing but darkness.
“I quit! What a piece of junk game, junk game, junk game!”
Miss Yuan threw off her headset, her chest heaving from anger, then stomped off toward the living room with her short legs thudding on the floor.
“Old Mo, maybe we should just call it a day. Winning in this kind of game depends on luck, you can’t force it,” Sichuan Girl said, trying to comfort him.
Lin Mo nodded. After an entire afternoon of gaming, he wasn’t a robot — he was tired too.
Of course, for college students like them, that wasn’t really a long session. What made it unbearable was losing again and again.
In the living room, the four of them slumped on the sofa in silence for quite a while — partly to cool off after a day of defeats, and partly to recover their strength. Gaming might seem like entertainment, but it was actually quite draining.
“Old Mo, I’ve made a fan group,” Sichuan Girl suddenly said, breaking the silence. “It’s for that drawing project of yours. If all goes well, in the next couple of days I’ll make a video about families looking for lost relatives. If you have time, remember to help me with the drawings!”
The sudden words drew everyone’s attention.
“No problem,” Lin Mo said. “But have you thought about how to do it specifically?”
Miss Yuan also chimed in, “Yeah, something like that needs a setup. You can’t just change direction out of nowhere — people might say you’re doing it for clout. It’s better to make it look like a natural shift.”
Even though the others weren’t into online media, as young people they understood how things worked on the internet. There wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen.
Some people swore they would never joke about their reputation, yet they turned around and spread rumors.
Some would attack others who hadn’t even provoked them — all for views.
And some, even when people did good deeds, would find bizarre moral angles to attack them.
Take Sichuan Girl for example — he hadn’t faced much criticism yet, mainly because he didn’t interact with others much. His videos were niche, his audio and scripts were hard to copy.
Most of his content featured only himself, often without a single spoken line — not much worth stealing. Even if someone re-uploaded it, it only helped spread his name.
He did everything alone — no company, no script, no twists. Yet still, there were people criticizing his looks, saying his cross-dressing ruined social morals.
Fortunately, those voices were few. At most, when he joined a live mic session, he’d get a few teasing comments in the chat.
Feeling his friends’ concern, Sichuan Girl nodded. “Don’t worry, I already have a plan. I’ll start by creating a group and subtly mentioning that I have a friend who’s amazing at drawing. Then I’ll have people share photos, and Old Mo will confirm the authenticity of the results.
“When the timing’s right, I’ll make a video about it. If it goes well, I can add a new direction for my content. If it’s just average, I can make it a regular event — like drawing childhood or grown-up versions of the top-liked photos in the comment section to attract followers. But families searching for relatives will always take priority.”
Hearing this, Lin Mo and Miss Yuan both thought about it and agreed — it sounded feasible. This wasn’t something to rush. Using Sichuan Girl’s own influence for exposure was a solid approach.
“Alright then,” Lin Mo said with a smile. “Whenever you need me to draw, just say so. Right now, the only thing we have plenty of is time.”
As seniors, they had no more classes this semester. Time was cheap — might as well do something meaningful while helping Sichuan Girl boost his channel.
By the latter half of senior year, they’d be busier — thesis, defense, graduation prep — not nearly as free as now.
“Okay, you guys rest. I’m heading out first,” said Wang Chu, standing up.
At that, the three turned their eyes toward him, silent and expressionless.
“W-why are you all looking at me like that?” Wang Chu stammered.
Sichuan Girl smirked. “If my guess is right, you’re going to sell some DVDs, aren’t you?”
The three: “…”
As expected of Sichuan Girl — his sarcastic tone was as sharp as ever. Sell DVDs, seriously?
“You’re the one selling DVDs! The Class Monitor asked me to go see some photos, okay?” Wang Chu shot back.
Lin Mo: “…”
Miss Yuan: “…”
“No, really — photos! Damn it, you people never understand me. I’m off now. Don’t wait for me for dinner, I’ll eat outside.”
Feeling misunderstood, Wang Chu decided it was better to develop his side gig than endure their teasing.
As soon as he left, the three of them exchanged looks and burst out laughing.
“You think those two will make it?” Lin Mo asked Sichuan Girl.
Sichuan Girl thought for a moment. “Depends on whether the Class Monitor — no, whether He Xiaoyue, the strategist, plays her cards right. If it’s just up to the two of them, no chance in this lifetime!”
Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, He Xiaoyue and Class Monitor Wang Jing sat together whispering.
“Girl, what do you two even talk about all day?” He Xiaoyue said, scrolling through Wang Jing’s chat with Wang Chu. “All this nonsense — ‘Have you eaten? Sleep early. We had a meeting today. This shirt’s pricey. Drink hot water for stomach pain.’ You two treat WeChat like a diary! It’s all daily drivel!”
She felt her career as a strategist had hit an unprecedented low. Utter failure.
“Then… what else should we talk about? Isn’t that how everyone chats?” Wang Jing asked, puzzled.
“Talk about something private! You’re just chatting aimlessly — total waste of data!” He Xiaoyue scolded.
“Private topics? Like what?” Wang Jing asked.
“Just ask him, ‘Do you like legs?’”
“Get lost! What kind of suggestion is that?”
“You don’t get it,” He Xiaoyue said. “As the saying goes — if he’s not interested in legs, there’s something wrong with his mind! Invite him to look at yours. If he looks, you’ll get to the next step. If he doesn’t, then what’s the point of chatting at all?”
Wang Jing: “…”
To be fair, strategists never fight on the front lines, but their advice always hits the mark — useful, if a bit brutal. Of course, if you asked He Xiaoyue to use her own advice, she’d just mumble incoherently.
“Class Monitor, you’re both here! I brought the photos — want them sent digitally, or printed?” Wang Chu arrived, looking excited. After all, this was his first side gig.
“Wait, didn’t you help Lin Mo move all day? Didn’t he say anything before you left?” He Xiaoyue asked suspiciously.
In her mind, she and Lin Mo shared a tacit strategist’s bond. Even if they didn’t talk about it, he should’ve helped her with a subtle assist!
“Old Mo? He didn’t say anything. But Sichuan Girl said I was going out to sell DVDs! I’m just trying to make a little extra cash — give me a break!”
The two: “…”
He Xiaoyue was speechless. She seriously wanted to sit down with the other two guys in Wang Chu’s dorm and have a talk.
“Let’s take a look first. We’ll shoot more later. Oh right, now that Lin Mo and Li Chuan have both moved out, aren’t you the only one left in the dorm?” Wang Jing asked quickly, trying to change the topic.
Wang Chu nodded. “Yeah, those two got rich and moved out.”
“So what do you do about breakfast?” Wang Jing asked — clearly trying to invite him to eat together in the mornings.
But Wang Chu didn’t get it. “Breakfast? Even dogs don’t eat that!”
The two: “…”
Back with Lin Mo, after Wang Chu left, the three of them rested a bit before heading home.
Sichuan Girl went downstairs to edit videos while planning the family-search drawings — plenty to do.
Miss Yuan took a phone call and prepared to go home for a few days; she’d been here long enough.
As for Lin Mo, he returned to his new place to continue grinding his game progress.
By midnight, he finally got a win, completing one-tenth of the pre-mission.
Still, he was utterly exhausted — physically and mentally. Maybe it was time to seek some help.
Either he’d find some skilled game companions, or he’d have to visit his old mentor, Old Wang, and learn the Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow Technique again.
Because if he kept playing like this, he was sure the first thing to collapse would be himself.
Checking the time — midnight. Lin Mo quickly picked up his phone to see the day’s product listings.
“New year, new home, new luck. Heaven bless me with mountains of gold and silver.”
He clasped his hands together and prayed before opening the app. Sure enough, the shopping page had refreshed.
【Beretta 92F pistol; same model as Yan Shuangying; infinite bullets — but you can’t fire it, because you’d rather bet the enemy’s gun is empty; ￥3.14】
【‘Along the River During the Qingming Festival’ cross-stitch; unstitched version; same as that celebrity surnamed Lei; 22 meters; ￥1.24】
【Wildlife jungle puzzle; unassembled; same as Xiao Yueyue’s; 33,600 pieces; ￥1.25】
【Plum Blossom C68Ti black-gold road bike; high-end model; ￥5.5】
Seeing that, Lin Mo immediately sat upright.
“Well damn, guess they know I moved into a new place. Throwing in all these big items on purpose, huh?”
Of the four items, aside from the firearm, the other three were massive. That 22-meter cross-stitch was longer than his living room — though unstitched, so worthless. And he certainly wasn’t going to sew it himself.
The puzzle was just as bad — over thirty thousand pieces? That’d fill a few sacks. He didn’t have the patience for that either.
The bicycle, though, seemed decent. He checked online — apparently, it was worth over a hundred thousand yuan. Not bad at all.
Just as he was about to hit “buy,” Lin Mo paused, then quickly stood up and went to the living room. He didn’t want it to appear right on top of his belly — now that he lived alone, there was no need to be cautious.
When the phone displayed Order Successful, a black bicycle appeared in front of him. He didn’t know why it was so expensive — but as long as it was valuable, that was all that mattered.
“Just hope this thing isn’t hard to sell.”