Chapter 26: Ultimate Scheming
“Hey, this long-bearded uncle, give me a few grilled sausages to fill my stomach…”
He spotted Oscar behind at a glance, and Ling Mo suddenly felt the hunger from his stomach.
After tossing and turning all night without eating anything, Ling Mo was already starving with his chest sticking to his back. He didn’t know where Zhu Zhuqing got so much energy from; Ling Mo felt immense pressure.
Seeing Ling Mo proactively approach Oscar, Dai Mubai revealed a smug smile, thinking about exposing the origin of Oscar’s sausages later to embarrass Ling Mo.
Ever since this guy arrived, all eyes had been on him, which made Dai Mubai lose face.
“You want to eat the sausages I make? Are you sure?”
Oscar said uncertainly, very excited! After all… over so many years, Ling Mo was the first to proactively offer to eat his sausages.
“Nonsense! Give me two first to fill my stomach…”
After saying that, Ling Mo didn’t wait for Oscar’s response and directly reached out to take them.
He grabbed two at once, bit into one, and found that the sausage was actually pretty good—very delicious, and… it contained soul power that melted in his mouth, quickly restoring Ling Mo’s soul power.
With the recovery ability of the sausages, Ling Mo’s depleted soul power quickly recovered almost fully, his condition slowly returning, so he no longer needed to worry about any danger.
As long as Flander wasn’t around, Ling Mo didn’t need to worry about anything. After all, that guy was a total shady businessman, and having been pitted by him like this, he surely wouldn’t let it go without getting something good back.
“Tastes good! This is your martial soul, right? As expected of Monster Academy—even such a bizarre martial soul exists…”
Ling Mo said nonchalantly, directly exposing the secret of Oscar’s sausages, which shocked even Dai Mubai.
He had originally wanted to expose it, but unexpectedly, Ling Mo guessed it right away.
“Uh… hehe, I didn’t expect you to figure it out!” Oscar gave an awkward smile; he had originally wanted to ask Ling Mo how it felt.
“Martial soul? Xiao Mo, you’re saying this sausage is this uncle’s martial soul?”
Tang San was a studious student who liked to get to the bottom of strange things whenever he encountered them.
“Classmate, please! I’m only fourteen—don’t keep calling me uncle, okay? I’ve put up with you for a long time; from the start, you’ve been calling me uncle…”
Oscar said with a bitter face. So many junior school sisters had come today, and he had wanted to maintain some image, but Ling Mo and Tang San kept calling him uncle, making him truly doubt if he was still a youthful teenage boy.
This isn’t filler! It’s because I really couldn’t think of any good plot and forcibly wrote this to meet the update!（Sneaky grin!）
“What, you’re only fourteen? Heavens, how is that possible…”
Xiao Wu said incredulously, her eyes wide open. Looking at Oscar’s full beard, he didn’t seem like a fourteen-year-old boy at all.
Oscar affirmed, “That’s right, my name is Oscar, I’m fourteen this year, an initial student at Shrek Academy. You can’t call me uncle just because my hair is a bit thick.”
“What nonsense! Hey, girl, want one…”
Ling Mo didn’t care about these things at all and casually tossed a sausage to Zhu Zhuqing. Her consumption that night had been quite heavy too and she needed to replenish.
Zhu Zhuqing was hesitating whether to take it when Xiao Wu snatched it first, angrily saying, “Xiao Mo, you’re getting too much! Xiao Wu sis hasn’t eaten yet—how can you give it to another girl…”
“If you haven’t eaten, go find Xiao San! Why come to me, you brat? Your bro didn’t give you any—why blame me?”
“Bro, look at him! He’s getting too much. With the master gone, no one can control him anymore…”
Xiao Wu said aggrievedly. Tang San had a headache, not knowing how to deal with these two.
“Ultraman, uh, no… Oscar, give me ten more. I’ll let her eat her fill…”
Ling Mo waved his hand grandly, tossing a gold soul coin directly to Oscar, taking ten from the rack and throwing them straight to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu wasn’t polite either and happily took them, sharing half with Tang San.
Good grief, even with food, she didn’t forget her bro. Poor Ling Mo—nothing good escaped this girl’s eyes; she squeezed him hard, typical robbing the rich behavior.
After Xiao Wu munched down a sausage, Ling Mo’s eyes suddenly lit up with an evil smile.
Tang San noticed this smile and hesitated, deciding not to eat the sausage.
He knew Ling Mo best—once he showed that expression, it meant something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, Ling Mo amusingly looked at Oscar and said, “Hehe, Xiao Ao classmate, please perform for everyone how your sausage comes out…”
His heart sank, and Tang San instantly understood. Unlike Xiao Wu, the little girl had no idea what human malice was.
“You really want me to do that? It doesn’t seem right…” Oscar’s eyes widened; he seemed to know what Ling Mo wanted and asked tentatively.
Doing this, would he get beaten? But it sounded pretty exciting.
“Cut the crap! Hurry up…”
Ling Mo wasn’t one for reasoning; a shovel appeared in his hand out of thin air, slung over his shoulder. If he didn’t perform soon, that shovel would smack his face!
This aura scared Oscar badly. He started performing directly, drawing all the curious gazes wondering what trick Ling Mo was pulling next.
Under duress, Oscar steeled himself, going all in. He extended his right hand and, somewhat lecherously, called out in his soft voice, “I have a big sausage…”
Yellow light suddenly gathered in his palm, two yellow rings rising from under Oscar’s feet, followed by a sausage appearing in his hand.
“Urp…”
As this soft voice rang out, vomiting sounds came from nearby; Xiao Wu was already on the verge of collapse.
Tang San’s face darkened. He’d never seen someone pit a teammate like this—Ling Mo’s behavior was typically deliberate teammate sabotage.
“Damn it, I’ll fight you all…”
Feeling nauseous, Xiao Wu instantly exploded in rage. Without going after Ling Mo, she kicked straight at Oscar.
“Damn! Don’t come at me—it’s him who pitted you, not me…”
Oscar despaired. Why was he always the one getting hurt?
“Oh!”
With a soul-stirring cry, a horrific scream echoed across the campus. Oscar was beaten unconscious by Xiao Wu’s Eight-Section Fall.
“Haha, damn, that killed me laughing!” Ling Mo laughed until his stomach hurt, collapsing straight to the ground.
Actually, teasing Xiao Wu sometimes was quite fun! Because this girl had almost no guard up—pure to an absurd degree.
Especially toward people she trusted greatly, she never even considered being pitted! Tang San was okay with it, indulging her in everything.
But Ling Mo was different—teasing people was his only amusement. No matter how close the partner, as long as there was an opportunity, Tang San wouldn’t let it pass.
Watching Oscar suffer this inhumane severe beating, Dai Mubai felt chills inside, thinking it was good he hadn’t provoked Ling Mo earlier. Otherwise, with his scheming attribute, he’d probably be the one getting it.
Zhu Zhuqing felt very fortunate that Xiao Wu had snatched the sausage earlier; otherwise, it would probably be a duo of girls beating him right now.
