novelraw Chapter 167 : Liu Rushuang Instantly Transformed into a Sexy Hot Girl
Chapter 167 : Liu Rushuang Instantly Transformed into a Sexy Hot Girl
Chapter 167: Liu Rushuang Instantly Transformed into a Sexy Hot Girl
“Bro, your bike still looks new. You’re already planning to sell it?”
“Not really, just asking for a quote. Kinda got tired of riding it—thought I’d switch to a better one.”
The next day, near Jiangning University of Science and Technology, Lin Mo rode the road bike he’d bought the night before to a local offline bicycle shop to inquire about the price.
He had checked online the previous night—the high-end version of this bike was priced at around 150,000 yuan. He honestly couldn’t figure out how a bicycle could be worth so much.
Sure enough, the world had finally gone mad, turning into something he couldn’t recognize anymore. The world of the rich was beyond his comprehension.
He’d seen many bicycles online selling for tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan. He had no idea when the prices for these things skyrocketed like that.
Back in middle and high school, the bikes he rode only cost a few hundred yuan—and they worked just fine! Who could have imagined that in just a few years, these things would sell for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands?
But he had to admit—the more you pay, the more you get. The bike really was stunning, lightweight, with a full carbon fiber frame that he could easily lift with one hand. The sound of the hub while riding was also music to the ears.
However, Lin Mo himself wasn’t a cycling enthusiast. The only advantage of this thing, to him, was that it could be sold for cash.
The other two items he had were too bulky yet worthless—and as for that pistol, well, it had unlimited bullets but couldn’t even fire! What was the point of that? Yan Shuangying’s gun only worked in Yan Shuangying’s hands. He wasn’t about to gamble on whether someone else’s gun would actually shoot.
“Damn, bro, you’ve got style—really something!”
The shop owner gave him a thumbs-up while inspecting the bike, grinning. A guy riding a 150,000-yuan bike for only a few days and already thinking of trading up—clearly not short on money.
“I checked your bike—it’s basically new. If you sell it now, you’ll lose at least several thousand. If it were up to me, I could offer you just over a hundred thousand.” The owner casually said, stroking the bike’s frame.
Moments later, Lin Mo pushed the bike back home and parked it in the living room.
Not only had he failed to make any money today, but he had also been persuaded by the boss to spend another thousand yuan. Talk about losing out big time.
It wasn’t that he refused to sell it because of the low price. After all, this was practically free money for him—selling it would be pure profit. But the owner asked him to provide a proof of purchase, saying it was necessary for pricing.
Where was he supposed to get that?
Without proof of purchase, first, the boss couldn’t properly assess the value; second, he couldn’t confirm the legality of the transaction. If the bike turned out to be stolen, that’d be trouble. So the boss’s request was perfectly reasonable.
Luckily, Lin Mo hadn’t outright said he wanted to sell it—just that he wanted to check the price. When leaving, to make himself seem less purposeful, he got persuaded into buying a helmet, with the boss claiming it was “for safety.”
Seeing that, Lin Mo thought for a bit and also bought a bike rack, water bottle, bike light, and a few other accessories.
“Sigh~ it’s a good product, just hard to sell,” Lin Mo said, sitting on the sofa, staring at the bicycle.
Unless he went to some shady place to sell it cheap, it’d be hard to avoid such complications.
This made him recall the sports car that had appeared on his shopping page. Even if he bought it, whether it could be sold—or even registered—was a big question. Given how that online shopping platform worked, it definitely wouldn’t provide any documents, at least not a proof of purchase.
Thinking of that, Lin Mo sighed and said:
“Looks like I’ll have to be more careful when buying expensive stuff in the future. Don’t want to end up stuck with it.”
The bike wasn’t too bad. Worst case, he could offload it at a shady shop, or just ride it himself—it’d still look cool.
But a car? That’d be a disaster. If it couldn’t be registered, it’d just sit at home collecting dust—unless he had connections.
Among the people he knew, Miss Yuan and Liu Rushuang could probably handle it. But for now, he didn’t want to expose too much, so he had to tread carefully.
Just then, his phone rang—it was Sichuan Girl.
“Hey, Lao Mo, check your WeChat. I sent the photos—two guys, two girls, all bare-faced. I told them about you in the group—they’re all very interested!”
Before he could even say hello, Sichuan Girl’s eager voice burst through the phone.
Lin Mo froze. “Huh?”
“What do you mean ‘huh’? Can you finish the drawings today?” she pressed.
Lin Mo chuckled. “Yeah, I can finish them. But I’m honestly shocked—you actually have female fans? Aren’t your followers all dudes?”
After all, like repels like, opposites attract. Though Sichuan Girl was male, his online persona, Li Shiya, was female. So his fanbase should mostly be men.
He’d seen Li Shiya’s comment section—it was practically a wall of men. Even the few women there had mostly been tagged in by their boyfriends.
“Get lost! You think I don’t know any female creators? You underestimate me!” Sichuan Girl snapped back.
Lin Mo replied, “Alright, that sounds more believable. So—four people, one childhood and one adult portrait each, right?”
“Exactly! So? How long will it take?” she asked.
Lin Mo glanced at the WeChat photos, examining their faces. “Come by this afternoon. I’ll get started now.”
“Great, I’ll head over around three!”
After hanging up, Lin Mo pulled out his drawing paper and pencils, getting ready to work. He was also curious to see whether Sichuan Girl could pull this off.
As for his reading schedule, that’d have to wait. Luckily, Professor Li hadn’t given him any strict expectations—this was just a hobby, after all.
Though Professor Li hadn’t explicitly said she’d teach him medicine, Lin Mo still followed her study guidance closely, as if they shared an unspoken understanding.
Professor Li wanted a last disciple to inherit her craft, while Lin Mo wanted the identity of her student—one, to solve unnecessary problems and explain the origins of certain items; and two, because this would expand his network, which could be useful later.
Meanwhile, at Su He’s home, Liu Rushuang placed a box on the coffee table.
“What’s this?” Su He asked curiously.
Liu Rushuang: “Open it and see!”
Hearing that, Su He opened the box, revealing neatly folded women’s clothing inside.
“Clothes? Yours?” Su He asked, holding up a crop-top camisole.
Liu Rushuang didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Just tell me—does it look good?”
Su He picked up a few more pieces, examining them before replying, “They’re nice, but they look a bit old-fashioned. Still, the cuts are good.”
“Really? So tell me—if I wear these, would they look good on me?” Liu Rushuang’s eyes lit up, her tone full of excitement.
Su He: “...”
“These clothes are definitely vintage. With your figure, you don’t need to wear old stuff. And sure, they’re nice—but a bit too revealing, don’t you think? Totally not your style. Where’d you even get them?”
After knowing each other for four years in college and several more after graduation, Su He knew Liu Rushuang well—these definitely weren’t her clothes.
“Oh, I just went home yesterday. My mom said I dress too conservatively, so she brought out her old clothes for me to try,” Liu Rushuang said with a nervous laugh.
That was true—though she’d said the clothes were “too short” and “too revealing,” she’d still brought a few back, thinking, what if they actually look good? Maybe a change of style wouldn’t hurt.
“Your mom... was really fashionable when she was young,” Su He said, her expression complex.
“My mom definitely had better fashion sense than me,” Liu Rushuang sighed, thinking of her mother’s words. Comparing herself, she suddenly felt like a country bumpkin. “So, should I try them on?”
“Go for it. If they don’t look good, you can just take them off. There’s no one else here today anyway—what are you afraid of?” Su He said casually.
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang figured she was right. Without hesitation, she chose a crop-top camisole and low-rise shorts under Su He’s suggestion.
When she walked out after changing, Su He’s eyes widened.
“Wow! That’s way too hot—you’ve turned from Liu Rushuang into a full-blown sexy bombshell!” she exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Liu Rushuang awkwardly adjusted her camisole and waistband. The top barely reached below her chest, completely revealing her waist, while the shorts were so low they exposed nearly everything. Her long, slender legs shimmered under the light, making it hard to look away.
Her body proportions were just right—so perfect that one couldn’t help but stare.
“Is... is it really that good? I feel kinda unsafe. And these shorts... they feel like they’re about to expose my butt,” Liu Rushuang said nervously, covering her chest with one hand and her rear with the other.
Hearing that, Su He nodded and said, “Drink zero-degree water and pee thirty-seven-degree urine... turns out you’re a beaker!”
Liu Rushuang: “???”