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Chapter 50 Call Me Godfather
The next morning at six o'clock, Lin Mo wanted to sleep in, but was woken up by his stomach.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he's hungry, but ever since he started drinking a spoonful of Tujia honey water every morning, he has to go to the toilet to defecate every morning.

This thing is practically a biological clock, much more effective than an alarm clock. After all, you can turn off an alarm clock, but you can't hold it in when you're about to poop.

In that situation, how could he continue lying in bed if he couldn't even trust a single fart from himself?
I went to the toilet, washed up, changed into a set of sportswear, and took out my posture corrector.

He hasn't used this thing yet since he got it, and it takes a long time to show results, about twenty days.

Although he wasn't hunchbacked, he was just an average person, far from being upright and dignified, so this thing was somewhat useful to him.

As soon as Lin Mo put on the posture corrector and fastened the buttons, he felt a noticeable push, and he couldn't help but straighten his chest and lift his head, looking much more energetic.

After getting dressed, Lin Mo glanced at the motionless Chuan Mei, and then left the dormitory.

I jogged all the way and soon arrived at the school playground, ready to complete my 30-minute jog.

That's right. Last night, after Chuanmei explicitly refused, he finally chose to undergo a second growth spurt. Otherwise, he would rather give up this opportunity to grow taller than not buy Chuanmei a magical item.

After all, he also wanted to know how the "disappearance of the younger brother" trick would work after wearing this thing; he was curious!

But there's no way around it. If Chuanmei doesn't try, he can't just do it himself. He's planning to develop on his own at school and then go head-to-head with Emperor Ruyan.

Without guns, how can we seize power? They're fighting over there, might as well just surrender; there's no point in living anyway.

As for the authentic douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), just look at it and that's it. Although he has never tasted it, many people online have tried it, and it has become a famous local attraction.

Locals love watching outsiders drink douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), but he felt it was better not to try it himself. Besides, he did see the brightly colored words "(sour and pungent)". Although he didn't know why sour and pungent was considered authentic, he respected the culture.

The Gatling gun that spews blue flames is useless. He'll choose it again when a zombie crisis occurs.

Besides, even if he did choose it, where would he hide such a big Gatling gun? He's not Miss Yuan, who's gifted enough to hide anything in her skirt.

Wearing the posture corrector, Lin Mo started jogging on the playground. It has to be said that as soon as he put on the posture corrector, he could immediately feel a force correcting his abdomen and back, and even his running posture was slightly different from usual.

He stood tall with his chest out and stomach in, giving him a particularly upright appearance.

The school was huge, but the playground was almost deserted, with hardly anyone in sight. Lin Mo didn't care; he was just there to complete tasks, and nothing else mattered.

But even jogging for 30 minutes is a considerable challenge for him, after all, he has long passed the peak of his physical fitness in junior high school.

The nickname "crisp college student" speaks volumes about his physical condition.

After running for ten minutes, Lin Mo was already panting heavily. After running for twenty minutes, he felt hot all over, sweat on his forehead, and white foam at the corners of his mouth.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and ran the last ten minutes, then sat on the grass, panting heavily.

"I'm so out of shape! I should have followed more fitness bloggers and worked out with them."

Lin, who is 179.2 cm tall, chuckled to himself. He used to love watching fitness videos for a while, and every time he thought he must exercise and develop a perfect eight-pack. But every time, the videos just sat quietly in his favorites, gathering dust.

His thinking at the time was that he had seen it and practiced it, but now he felt that his body was not as good as before, and that's when he started to regret it.

Just then, an old woman with a full head of white hair ran past Lin Mo. Her hair was neatly combed and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Although he was not young, one could tell from his demeanor that he must have been an extraordinary person in his youth. He recognized the man; he was Professor Mu, who taught advanced mathematics at their university. This professor seemed to have received many honors in China and did not teach classes, only occasionally giving a few public lectures.

Lin Mo had only seen her a few times from afar and had never greeted her. He was a little hesitant, as this grandmother had a rather bad temper and had scolded people quite a bit during her public lectures.

As Professor Mu ran, he vigorously swung his arms against his body, making a slapping sound. Many elderly people do this kind of exercise.

Whether it works or not is unknown, but Lin Mo suspects that their bodies are covered in red marks after exercising.

Professor Mu, the elegant elderly lady, clearly also noticed the students on the playground besides herself.

The reason she was sure Lin Mo was a student was because she was too familiar with the demeanor of college students, just like the students in her class when she taught advanced mathematics, whose eyes were full of stupidity.

The reason I took a second look was entirely because of his appearance; after all, there aren't many male students in school who look like that.

Lin Mo also noticed that Professor Mu was looking at him. The two even stared at each other for two seconds. Habit told him that he should greet the teacher at this time, but his body's instinct prevented him from opening his mouth.

Although he is not socially anxious, his jaw always makes a clicking sound when he talks to strangers, as if he doesn't use it much.

I felt a bit awkward greeting this big shot all of a sudden, but mainly I was a little scared; this little old lady can be really fierce when she's scolding people.

Even after Professor Mu had run far away, Lin Mo didn't open his mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little resentful for his own lack of ambition.

"Shut up! What's wrong with saying hello? Is she going to eat you?"

I got up, dusted myself off, and went to the food street behind the school. With the start of the new semester approaching, there were quite a few more shops open for business.

I found a breakfast shop, ordered two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and also brought a portion for my adopted son in the dorm.

When he returned, there was still no movement on Chuanmei's bed.

"Hey hey hey, get up and eat!"

After placing the items on the table, Lin Mo habitually patted the curtain of the Sichuan girl's house, just like a pig feeder knocking on a fence.

But the next second, a pretty face suddenly peeked out from behind the curtain. Although her makeup wasn't fully done, she already had the basic look of Li Shiya.

Her wig was slightly messy, giving the impression of a goddess who had just woken up, but her opening line was a devastating blow:
"Thanks husband!"

The sudden attack startled Lin Mo, who jumped back in fright. It was so damn sudden! He then roared, "Damn it, call me godfather!"

The Sichuan girl, sporting the makeup of 'Li Shiya', thought for a moment and then said, "Then thank you, Dad?"

Lin Mo:
"Ha~"

It turns out that people can actually smile when they're speechless.

Alright, alright, he said that he was wondering why there was a Thousand-Hand Guanyin in the world, because it turns out that she couldn't fan herself with just two hands.

Immediately, Lin Mo, growing angrier the more he thought about it, suddenly stepped forward, hooked his arm around his shopkeeper's neck, and said with a gentle smile:

"If you dare to come here again, I'll stuff an umbrella into your pigsty, then open it up, you hear me!"

Li Chuan: (ΩДΩ)
(End of this chapter)