Mo Chuan's gaze met that of Master Wu Hai.
A shared look, and the understanding was clear: this was the right person.
In truth, Master Wu Hai had recognized "Miss Mo Chuan" the moment he saw Mo Chuan appear in the Divine Dragon Venerable skin of the Hellbringer. He didn't know why Mo Chuan was cross-dressing, but dealing with this bald man was clearly the priority.
"Let go of me! You old fossil, let go! You..."
*Slap!*
Master Wu Hai knocked the bald man unconscious with a single chop. Mo Chuan then searched the tote bag and, as expected, found a grape-sized Bluetooth camera.
Mo Chuan handed the camera to the five senior students. After examining it, their faces immediately darkened. The contents were embarrassing photos that, if leaked, would ruin their reputations.
"Scum." "Disgusting." The five looked at the bald man with the disdain one reserves for trash, their anger evident.
...
In the end, Mo Shen, with 90% of the audience's votes, unsurprisingly won first place in the Cosplay competition and received a prize of 3,000 yuan.
Originally, Mo Shen didn't have this many supporters. However, when this white-haired, red-eyed little demon summoned a giant robot, it was simply irresistible. Everyone immediately cast their votes for Mo Shen.
After all, no man could refuse the allure of sensuality, nor could they refuse a giant metal beast.
The fox woman, however, was betrayed by the bald man. She was detained by the organizers for aiding in a crime and was subsequently taken to the police station for questioning.
Seizing an opportunity when the five senior students weren't paying attention, Mo Shen transformed back into Mo Chuan and exited the venue through the back door. He found Master Wu Hai sitting on the steps.
"Young Benefactor Mo has arrived," Master Wu Hai said, handing Mo Chuan a bottle of oolong tea. "I didn't expect your hobbies to be so unique."
"As are yours, Master..." Mo Chuan replied respectfully, "Would you believe me if I said this was all a misunderstanding?"
"I believe you," Master Wu Hai said with a smile. "That's why I'm here today, isn't it?"
"I didn't see anything, only a relatively sturdy old gentleman performing a heroic deed," Mo Chuan played dumb, playing along.
Master Wu Hai nodded and said, "Amitabha, if you don't speak and I don't speak, neither of us will carry this burden..."
"Indeed, Master's Buddhist wisdom is profound."
The two men, one old and one young, casually covered up the day's events with their exchange and parted ways with unspoken understanding.
"A man is a boy till death..." they both sighed in unison.
...
Mo Chuan, holding a cola, looked helplessly at Zhang Hanshan across the table, who was grinning foolishly like a pervert. "Seriously, what kind of empty promises did those senior students feed you to make you this happy?"
"You wouldn't understand, this is the first step towards finding love," Zhang Hanshan said, flirtatiously running a hand through his bangs. Suddenly, as if recalling something, he leaned in and asked, "Brother Chuan, have you heard? The Dunhuang ruins in Suzhou are about to open."
"The Dunhuang ruins?" Mo Chuan asked. "One of the Four Great Ruins, the Dunhuang ruins?"
During the resurgence of spiritual energy in Dragon Country, there were four major ruins: the Dunhuang ruins in Suzhou (Buddhism), the Qingcheng ruins in Bazhou (Taoism), the Qin Emperor ruins in Suzhou (Martial Arts), and the Confucius ruins in Qingzhou (Confucianism).
"Precisely," Zhang Hanshan nodded. "Our university should be sending a special class to participate in the selection process in Longjing City. Since the ruins will only be open for a limited time, there are only four slots for each university."
Hearing this, Mo Chuan's expression turned strange.
Special class... He was the only one who had reported so far.
If he had to single-handedly take on all the university teams in Longjing, wouldn't he be working himself to death for no good reason?
Damn it, the thought made his Friday feast suddenly unappetizing.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Mo Chuan's face fell—Qing Lianzi.
Damn it, speak of the devil.
"Hello, Sister Lian?"
"Mo Chuan, where are you now?"
"Outside campus, having dinner."
"Alright," Qing Lianzi seemed to stretch. "Bring me something back. I have something to discuss with you."
"Okay."
Mo Chuan hung up. Zhang Hanshan asked, looking confused, "Brother Chuan, why do you look unhappy?"
"Didn't you just say the special class was participating in the competition?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember something I told you?"
"?? What?"
"I'm the only one in the special class right now."
...
"It's like this," Qing Lianzi said, slurping down her luosifen noodles. "The Dunhuang ruins will open next month, and the school leaders have decided to send your special class to explore them."
"But as you know, even by next month, there won't be more than two people reporting. So, the school has decided to hold an in-campus arena challenge. Through cumulative wins, we'll rank students with similar strength to fill the remaining six spots in the team..." Qing Lianzi said, pinching her brow with a headache.
"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"
"You and the people reporting next week will be responsible for fighting the selected students and judging who would be more suitable teammates. You know, whether someone from a regular class gets selected largely depends on your judgment."
"Uh... Is there anything else?"
"Senior Tea Pig will be back tomorrow. He and I will provide special training until the ruins open. Good luck."
"???"
"No need for tomorrow."
With a "bang," Qing Lianzi's office door was forcefully pushed open. Tea Pig, still looking as disheveled as ever, walked in with his wine gourd.
"Mo Chuan, it's been two weeks. Come on, let's spar in the training ground. Let me see if you've improved," Tea Pig said, slinging an arm around Mo Chuan's shoulder and dragging him outside, half-scaring and half-coaxing him.
Qing Lianzi shook her head exasperatedly, automatically ignoring Mo Chuan's listless expression.
However, before Qing Lianzi could enjoy her peace for even a few minutes, Tea Pig's parting words shattered her composure:
"Teacher Qing Lianzi, remember to open the window next time you eat..."
...
That night, at the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
Mo Fei let out a long breath and then gently raised her hand, retracting the Night Shade back into her body.
"Senior Sister!" a sweet voice called out. Mo Fei turned to see her junior sister running over with a phone. She pointed at a person in a video and asked, "Did you go out today?"
"No."
"Then why does this person look like you?" the junior sister asked, blinking her confused big eyes.
Mo Fei blankly clicked on the video. At first, she thought the white-haired woman resembled her slightly, but when she saw the woman transform into a uniformed bald man, her expression changed.
Isn't that my brother?!
Setting aside why Mo Chuan was cross-dressing, the situation itself – Mo Chuan having intimate contact with five women!
And they were all older than her! (Not the main point!)
Thinking this, Mo Fei stiffly summoned the Night Shade and said in a vast demonic aura, "As expected, I should have severed his limbs and tied him up..."