novelraw Chapter 45 : Relics from the Warring States Period
Chapter 45 : Relics from the Warring States Period
Chapter 45: Relics from the Warring States Period
Their dormitory was a four-person room. Besides Lin Mo himself, there was the mature-looking Wang Bo, the muscular fitness enthusiast Zhao Ziyu, and the one before him now, Li Chuan.
Among the four, Zhao Ziyu was the tallest, standing at 1.85 meters. He was a big man from the northeast, tall and sturdy, but he had already decided not to return to school, going straight to intern outside until graduation.
Wang Bo, nicknamed “Manager Wang,” looked relatively mature. His body was a bit rounded, and though not old, he already had a beer belly. He was set to return the day after tomorrow.
As for Lin Mo, there was no need to mention much. Though his features leaned toward the delicate side, overall, he still belonged to the category of an ordinary person—neither outstanding nor bad.
Meanwhile, Li Chuan was the shortest among the four, only about 1.73 meters. But his small face looked good, simply put, a boy with feminine features. His personality wasn’t flashy either, so the dorm often called him “Sister Chuan.”
At first, it was just a nickname they threw around casually, but unexpectedly, it became prophetic.
If they had known he had this talent earlier, their university years wouldn’t have been so boring.
“You’re saying, while we were outside doing internships, your family took care of your internship certificate, and then you stayed at school doing cross-dressing?”
After a long while, inside Dorm 205, Lin Mo stood in front of his bed, staring at Sister Chuan in disbelief.
At this moment, Li Chuan was wearing a floral long dress, his long hair draped over his shoulders. His face was painted with delicate makeup. He sat nervously at the computer, guiltily fiddling with his fingers.
“It’s not cross-dressing, it’s content creation. My mom already said she doesn’t expect me to earn money. At worst, I can go back home. But I didn’t want to live off my parents, so I just…”
From what Lin Mo knew, Sister Chuan’s family ran a supermarket. It wasn’t the small convenience store by a neighborhood gate but rather a large supermarket with vegetables, fruits, and daily necessities.
Though their hometown was a county, the family’s conditions were quite good. He belonged to the “little rich second generation.” Of course, he couldn’t compare to a rich miss like Yuan Meng, who casually spent tens or even hundreds of thousands while driving the latest Xiaomi car. But compared to Lin Mo’s ordinary family, he was much better off.
“You just said you were live streaming. You’re not one of those borderline streamers who trick rich fans into spending money, are you?” Lin Mo asked with suspicion.
“Bullshit! Do I look like that kind of person? I earn money from ads! I maintain my fans. When I go live, it’s just to chat with everyone. I absolutely don’t do borderline stuff!” Li Chuan said excitedly.
Then, Little Li spent over half an hour telling him about his ‘entrepreneurship’ journey.
In short, during the second half of junior year, when the others went off for internships, Little Li originally wanted his family to settle his internship certificate so he could just slack off.
But one day, while scrolling through Douyin, he saw that some male-to-female cross-dressing bloggers were very popular. Coincidentally, many people since his childhood had said he looked like a girl—having feminine features. That gave him the idea.
Finally, he decided to go all in. He stayed at school and started building his account. For this, he even went on Xiaohongshu to learn makeup from female bloggers.
In the end, heaven rewarded his persistence. After a few months of trial and error, relying on his natural gift of feminine looks, he actually broke into this field. Now, he was already a somewhat well-known cross-dressing blogger.
He hadn’t planned to let his dormmates know. He thought he would stop updating once they returned. But he hadn’t expected Lin Mo to come back two days earlier, bumping right into him.
Looking at the phone in Sister Chuan’s hand, showing an account with half a million followers, Lin Mo squinted and asked with a strange expression:
“Your short video account ID is Li Shiya?”
“Yeah, sounds nice, right? Since I started my account, my online image has always been in cross-dress. Privately, no one knows my real identity. Who doesn’t have a few alternate accounts? And besides, I even kept my surname!” Little Li replied matter-of-factly.
Hearing this, Lin Mo felt a dull ache. What was going on lately? The people around him were getting stranger and stranger.
The fake Li Shiya, the real Liu Rushuang… were these two going to team up to kill him?
Not to mention anything else, just knowing both of them made him feel embarrassed to still call himself Lin Mo. It seemed he ought to rename himself Makoto Itou just to fit the situation.
“No, but since you’ve already chosen to do content creation, why are you afraid of people knowing your real self? It’s not something shameful. Why cover it up?”
Lin Mo didn’t understand. There were plenty of male-to-female bloggers online. Those people were making piles of money. So many people wanted to earn from it but couldn’t. What was there to be ashamed of?
Hearing this, Comrade Little Li immediately grabbed his arm: “Bro, Lin bro, you’ll help me keep this secret, right?”
“Heh~ depends on your performance. This secret of yours, I’ll milk it for life, hehe!” Lin Mo sneered. He had to admit, playing the villain really felt good.
“Wait a sec.” Hearing this, Li Chuan quickly got up, pulled out a big box from under his bed, and pushed it in front of him. “It’s all here—snacks, drinks, tissues, facial cleansers, skincare, women’s clothes… uh, never mind that one. These are all samples sent by advertisers. All yours. Especially this self-heating hotpot—smells amazing!”
Comrade Little Li began bribing the old cadre.
Lin Mo raised his brows and smiled: “All mine? You’re giving them voluntarily?”
“Who put Lin bro’s stuff in my box? It’s all here. I haven’t touched a single sample recently. I wouldn’t dare! My family’s been fat for generations, I’m scared of getting fat!” Saying this, Sister Chuan grabbed his arm and wailed pitifully.
That look—he was like Zhao Dehan possessed. Someone who didn’t know better might think he was from the anti-corruption team here to arrest someone.
Just when Lin Mo was about to let it slide, Sister Chuan suddenly noticed the watch on his wrist.
“Damn, a Patek Philippe Nautilus? You struck it rich?”
Unlike Lin Mo, who didn’t understand watches, Li Chuan, with his fairly well-off background, had some knowledge of such things. Naturally, he recognized it right away and also knew its value.
“No, a friend gave it to me. This is a Patek Philippe?” Lin Mo lifted his arm and glanced at it. He didn’t know what a Nautilus was, but he had at least heard of Patek Philippe.
“Friend gave~ it? If I’m not mistaken, that ‘friend’ of yours is a woman, right?” As he spoke, Sister Chuan slowly straightened his back.
“How did you know?”
The moment the words fell, Sister Chuan scooped up all the things he had just tried to bribe Lin Mo with.
“Well, no wonder you’ve changed so much. Turns out you’ve started eating soft rice. Soft Rice Mo! Out with it, confess!”
“I have not!” Lin Mo shouted.
“Heh~ you haven’t? If you’re not eating soft rice, what kind of woman would gift you a Nautilus? This model of yours is at least 400,000. Looks like it’s from a wealthy sugar mommy.”
Lin Mo was at a loss for words, but then his eyes caught something. He immediately smirked and said:
“No matter how rich, she can’t compare to you, Sister Chuan.”
“I don’t have the ability to gift such an expensive watch,” Sister Chuan retorted.
Lin Mo wasn’t flustered at all: “How could you not? I already found relics from the Warring States Period at your bedside, and you’re still pretending!”
“What relics?”
“Weren’t those a pile of Lu Kingdom’s papers?”
Li Chuan: w(ﾟДﾟ)w
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