novelraw Chapter 50 : Call Me Godfather
Chapter 50 : Call Me Godfather
Chapter 50: Call Me Godfather
The next morning at six o’clock, Lin Mo originally wanted to sleep in, but his stomach woke him up.
Don’t misunderstand—it wasn’t because he was hungry. Ever since he had started drinking a spoonful of Tujia Honey water every morning, he absolutely had to make a trip to the bathroom when morning came.
This stuff was basically a biological clock, far more effective than an alarm clock. After all, an alarm clock could be turned off, but when nature called, there was no holding it in.
In that situation, he couldn’t even trust a single fart of his own. How could he keep lying in bed?
Bathroom, wash up, change into sportswear, and take out the Back Straightener.
He hadn’t actually used this thing since he got it, and its effects were relatively slow—it needed twenty days before showing results.
He wasn’t hunchbacked, but he was only at the level of an ordinary person, far from having that naturally upright, elegant bearing. So this gadget would still be of some use to him.
The moment he put on the Back Straightener and buckled it up, Lin Mo immediately felt a distinct push on his back. He couldn’t help but straighten his chest and lift his head, looking much more spirited.
Dressed neatly, Lin Mo glanced at the motionless Sichuan Girl, then went out of the dorm on his own.
He jogged all the way to the school’s track field, ready to complete his thirty-minute jogging task.
Yes—after Sichuan Girl’s clear refusal last night, he had ultimately chosen to go through with a second development. Otherwise, he would rather give up this chance to grow taller than buy that divine artifact for Sichuan Girl.
After all, he too was curious about how that thing could perform the miraculous “little brother disappearing act” once worn.
But there was nothing he could do. Since Sichuan Girl wouldn’t try it, he certainly couldn’t put it on himself. He was still planning to secretly grow stronger at school and then duel Liu Rushuang the Great.
If he lost his “gun,” how could he usurp the throne? When the battle came, would he just surrender? Living like that would be pointless.
As for that authentic mung bean juice, just looking at it was enough. He had never tried it, but plenty of people online had, and they had all become a famous local attraction.
The locals loved nothing more than watching outsiders drink mung bean juice. Lin Mo figured he’d better not test his luck. And those three glaring words—“sour taste”—he had seen them. He didn’t know why “sour” was considered authentic, but he respected the culture.
The blue-flame Gatling gun? Useless garbage. He would wait until a zombie crisis came, then maybe he would pick that.
Besides, even if he did choose it, where could he hide such a massive Gatling gun? He wasn’t Miss Yuan with her extraordinary talent, able to stuff anything under her skirt.
Wearing the Back Straightener, Lin Mo began jogging on the track. He had to admit, once he put it on, he could immediately feel a force correcting his posture. Even his running stance was slightly different from usual.
He kept his chest lifted and abdomen tucked, giving off an exceptionally upright look.
In the vast school grounds, the track was practically empty at this hour. Lin Mo didn’t care—he was only here to complete a task. Nothing else mattered.
But even thirty minutes of jogging was a considerable challenge for him. After all, his physical prime had already ended back in middle school.
A fragile college student—well, that nickname spoke for itself.
After ten minutes, Lin Mo was already panting. After twenty minutes, his whole body was burning, sweat beaded on his forehead, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth.
He clenched his teeth through the last ten minutes and finally collapsed onto the grass, gasping for breath.
“Lack of exercise… should’ve followed more fitness bloggers earlier and trained along with them.”
Lin 179.2 Mo chuckled self-deprecatingly. There had been a time when he loved watching fitness videos, always telling himself he’d work out, build that perfect eight-pack. But every time, the videos just ended up lying quietly in his favorites, gathering dust.
His excuse back then was simple: watching counted as training. Now that his body felt far worse than before, he regretted it.
At that moment, a white-haired old lady jogged past him. Her hair was neatly combed, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
Despite her age, her bearing made it clear that she had been someone extraordinary in her youth.
And he recognized her—she was Professor Mu, the one who taught Advanced Mathematics at their university. She had won numerous honors in the country and didn’t teach specific classes, only occasionally giving open lectures.
Lin Mo had only seen her from afar a few times, never greeted her. Honestly, he didn’t dare. This grandma’s temper wasn’t good, and she often scolded people during lectures.
Professor Mu jogged while forcefully swinging her arms against her body, producing sharp smack-smack sounds. Many elderly people used this training method.
Whether it actually worked, he didn’t know, but Lin Mo suspected they must be covered in red marks afterward.
The elegant Professor Mu clearly noticed the only other person on the track besides her.
She could tell Lin Mo was a student at a glance. She was far too familiar with the air of college students. Just like when she lectured—every one of them had stupidity written all over their eyes.
The only reason she looked twice was his appearance. After all, male students with looks like his were rare on campus.
Lin Mo also noticed Professor Mu looking at him. They even made eye contact for two seconds. Instinct told him he should greet the teacher, but his body refused to cooperate.
He wasn’t socially anxious, but whenever he talked to strangers, his jawbone always popped first, like it was rusty from lack of use.
It just felt abrupt to suddenly greet a big shot. Mainly, he was scared—this little grandma’s scolding could be vicious.
Until Professor Mu jogged away, Lin Mo still hadn’t opened his mouth, and he couldn’t help scolding himself for being such a coward.
“Damn mouth. What’s the big deal with saying hello? What, is she going to eat you?”
He stood up, patted the dirt off his pants, and headed for the snack street outside the back gate of the school. With the new semester approaching, many stores had opened for business again.
He found a breakfast shop, ordered two buns and a bowl of porridge, and also packed a set for his “godson” in the dorm.
When he returned, Sichuan Girl’s bed was still motionless.
“Oi oi oi, get up and eat!”
He put the food on the desk and habitually patted Sichuan Girl’s curtain, like someone tapping a pen on a pigpen railing.
The very next second, however, a delicate face suddenly popped out from behind the curtain. Though her makeup wasn’t finished, she already bore a strong resemblance to Li Shiya.
Her wig was a little messy, giving the impression of a goddess freshly woken up. But her first words were a critical strike:
“Thank you, hubby!”
The sudden ambush startled Lin Mo into jumping back. Too damn sudden! He roared furiously: “The hell—call me Godfather!”
Sichuan Girl, still wearing Li Shiya’s makeup, thought for a moment, then said: “Then… thank you, Daddy?”
Lin Mo: …
“Heh~”
So it was true—when a person was speechless, they would laugh.
Alright, alright. So that’s why the Thousand-Armed Guanyin existed—because two hands alone weren’t enough to slap someone.
The more Lin Mo thought about it, the angrier he became. He suddenly stepped forward, hooked his arm around his good brother’s neck, and spoke softly with a smile:
“If you dare pull that crap again, I’ll shove an umbrella up your ass and open it. You hear me?”
Li Chuan: (ΩДΩ)
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