Everyone's eyes turned in unison toward the voice.
The instant they met Lin Mo's blue-gold, diamond-shaped pupils, they felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them like a mountain.
The entire classroom instantly fell silent.
Seeing Lin Mo's icy expression, Wu Feng inexplicably felt a little wronged, along with a sour ache she could not quite describe. The arguments she had yet to voice lodged firmly in her throat.
Her lips parted again and again, but in the end, she could not get out a single word.
A faint veil of mist actually clouded those eyes that had always brimmed with sharpness and pride.
Finally, Wu Feng turned her head away and silently sat back down.
Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and said flatly:
"Wang Dong'er, sit down too."
"Hmph!"
Now that Lin Mo had spoken, Wang Dong'er sat back down in a huff, not forgetting to let out a loud, cold snort in Wu Feng's direction.
Lin Mo felt nothing but a headache coming on.
The painful loss of a wild Soul Bone had already left him irritated, and now these people kept yammering in his ears.
There were only two class monitor positions in first-year Class One.
One assault-type class monitor and one control-type class monitor.
Barring any surprises, the assault-type class monitor would be chosen between Lin Mo and Dai Huabin. The argument just now had arisen because Huo Yuhao was allowed to run for control-type class monitor despite having only one ring.
Once the situation was under control, Wang Yan proposed a show of hands, and almost two-thirds of the class opposed Huo Yuhao taking part in the class monitor election.
Just as Wang Yan hesitated over whether to disqualify Huo Yuhao, Huo Yuhao raised his hand and stood up.
He declared on the spot that he accepted Wu Feng's challenge.
Wang Yan fell silent for several seconds, but ultimately agreed to the proposal.
"Everyone, stand up. Head to the Martial Soul Zone."
Huo Yuhao was the first to leave the classroom, and Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao hurried after him. After a brief moment of surprise, the other students filed out as well. Soon, only Wu Feng and Lin Mo remained.
Lin Mo pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. Just as he was about to leave the classroom, Wu Feng suddenly reached out to block his path.
"Need something?"
Lin Mo stopped, his tone indifferent.
Seeing his cold demeanor, Wu Feng clenched the hand hanging at her side even tighter. The feeling in her chest surged, and she could not help raising her voice:
"Are you really that protective of Huo Yuhao?!"
Lin Mo said nothing, merely tilting his head.
Him? Protect Huo Yuhao? What kind of international joke was that! He had simply thought they were being too loud.
Seeing Lin Mo remain expressionless and silent, Wu Feng's forcefulness gradually ebbed. He had clearly done nothing, yet simply looking at that face was enough.
Slowly, she lowered her head, a barely perceptible hint of grievance entering her voice:
"I clearly didn't say anything wrong..."
Lin Mo folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. Although Wu Feng was acting rather inexplicably, he still spoke:
"I never said you were wrong."
At that, Wu Feng first froze, then abruptly raised her head in disbelief:
"Y-you think I wasn't wrong?"
"You weren't wrong to begin with."
Lin Mo shrugged. "Who here isn't a genius? Who doesn't have some pride? Whether it was the freshman assessment or Martial Soul Fusion, both mainly relied on teamwork. Huo Yuhao's overall individual strength really is... ahem."
"So it's perfectly normal for you to be unconvinced."
Those words swept away every trace of grievance in Wu Feng's heart.
As though she had been given some miraculous elixir, she regained her earlier haughtiness. Her expression even revealed a delight she could not quite conceal:
"Then, between the two of us, who will you... support?"
Lin Mo answered without even thinking:
"I support you."
If Wu Feng could give Huo Yuhao a good thrashing, he would be incredibly happy.
After all, Huo Yuhao had been rubbing him the wrong way for a long time too.
Why didn't Lin Mo do it himself, you ask?
Heh. Given how gay Huo Yuhao acted after turning dark, Lin Mo feared that if he slapped him, Huo Yuhao would turn his head and murmur:
"This side too."
Merely imagining that scene made his scalp crawl.
"Good!" Hearing Lin Mo's support, Wu Feng's eyes shone astonishingly brightly. "I'll defeat him for you to see!"
With that, she rushed out like a whirlwind.
After seeing Wu Feng off, Lin Mo shook his head helplessly and followed.
Yet, just as he reached the corner-
"Lin Mo."
A ghostly voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
Lin Mo jolted in fright, his soul nearly floating straight out of his mouth. He turned his head and saw Huo Yuhao standing at the corner, staring fixedly at him, his eyes glowing pale gold in the shadows.
(PS: What Soul Skill would turn someone's eyes pale gold when used? Such a hard guess!)
Calling this guy a vengeful ghost really was no injustice to him. He walked without making the slightest sound!!
"Do you have a death wish, Huo Yuhao?!" Lin Mo patted his chest and took deep breaths to steady his heartbeat. "Do you have any idea how scary that is?"
Huo Yuhao turned a deaf ear, stepping forward and grabbing his hand, his eyes dark and unreadable:
"Lin Mo, why are you supporting her?"
Lin Mo instinctively shook his hand twice, but could not shake him off.
Seeing Huo Yuhao about to open his mouth again, he reached out and clamped it shut, physically interrupting him. He truly did not want to hear any more outrageous lines from Huo Yuhao. They really gave him heartburn!
"I am supporting her, but-"
Lin Mo glared at him irritably:
"You're definitely going to win."
Huo Yuhao blinked. With his mouth pinched shut, he could only make a muffled "Hm?"
Lin Mo let go and tucked both hands into his pockets, looking utterly unruffled. "You don't understand. Anyway, you're definitely going to win."
In a plot where a disgruntled villain issued a challenge and the protagonist accepted despite knowing defeat was certain, the protagonist would absolutely, one hundred percent unleash a sudden burst of power, slap the villain in the face, and finally shock the entire class.
At those words, the darkness in Huo Yuhao's eyes receded like the tide, and light returned to them.
"...Mm."
He answered softly, the corners of his mouth gradually lifting:
"I won't let you down."
The Soul Dueling Zone.
Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng, who were about to fight, had taken to the dueling arena along with Wang Yan, their referee. With no one supervising them, the students of Class One immediately started a betting pool in the stands.
"Place your bets! Place your bets!"
"I'm the banker! Anyone placing bets? Huo Yuhao pays ten to one, Wu Feng pays one to ten!" Zhou Sichen, the assault-type battle soul master with the Precious Tome Martial Soul, called out loudly.
"I'm betting a hundred gold soul coins on Wu Feng."
Dai Huabin was the first to approach Zhou Sichen, taking out a heavy money pouch on the spot.
The corner of Zhou Sichen's mouth twitched.
Seriously? Going that hard right from the start?
With Dai Huabin taking the lead, a flood of students rushed toward him, almost unanimously placing their bets on Wu Feng.
Just as Zhou Sichen's expression grew increasingly ugly, a voice rang out that filled him with delight.
"I'm betting on Huo Yuhao. One thousand gold soul coins!"
Wang Dong'er slapped an exquisitely made gold note down in front of Zhou Sichen.
Xiao Xiao stood beside Wang Dong'er and took out a gold note as well.
"I'm betting a thousand too."
It was not just those two. Even the sisters Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo, who had been defeated by Huo Yuhao's trio, bet fifty gold soul coins on Huo Yuhao.
Then everyone's eyes fell on Lin Mo.
Judging by how Lin Mo had defended him in the classroom earlier, Zhou Sicheng knew he would definitely bet on Huo Yuhao. He just wondered how much Lin Mo would stake, with these four big spenders already in the mix.
(PS: Our Mystic Bird is a pure succubus, but not every female character will be taken into the harem. Some will just have one-sided feelings.)