My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

"Fat Tiger, eating snacks again! Everyone else is growing taller, but you're just getting bigger horizontally. How dare you eat snacks? Hand them over!"

Old Wei's shout brought Lin Mo back to reality.

Fat Tiger obediently handed over the potato chips, looking reluctant.

The students around them were also whispering among themselves.

Lin Mo had no idea what Ye Zimo was thinking; he was simply enjoying the peace and quiet of returning to his classroom.

Indeed, I am only suited for an ordinary life.

He looked around the classroom. Fat Tiger, Xia Luoluo, Wang Tong, Deng Jie… Huh? Where did the familiar middle-aged man go?

As the bell rang for morning self-study, Lao Wei walked out of the classroom and chatted with Teacher Xiao Tian, ​​who happened to be passing by.

Where is the class monitor?

Lin Mo turned around and asked Fatty Tiger.

"Oh, he was picked up by his mother. You didn't know that, did you? His mother is so beautiful, just like a movie star."

Fat Tiger said with an envious look.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't his mother Li Qing's insect master mother?

"When did this happen? Does his father know?"

Lin Mo frowned and asked. Although his relationship with the middle-aged man was not very harmonious, the middle-aged man had a tragic air about him and they had been classmates for two years, so he couldn't just leave him alone.

"How would I know? Do you think I'm an intelligence agent? You should ask Xia Luoluo about this. She knows the most gossip."

Fat Tiger said dismissively, after all, he was a poor student while the middle-aged man was a top student, so they were just not compatible. He didn't care about Li Mao at all.

Lin Mo turned around and looked at Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo remained expressionless. She said calmly, "Perhaps Qingzi is failing, and the Mushishi family couldn't think of any other way, so they turned their attention to Li Mao and took him to Japan to rescue him."

Lin Mo also guessed this way, but he had no evidence.

He took out his phone, opened Xia Luoluo's WeChat, and sent a message asking, "Where's the class monitor?"

Xia Luoluo was a little surprised. They had been on WeChat for a year, and this was the first time Lin Mo had sent her a WeChat message.

She quickly typed out a string of words.

What are the benefits of telling you?

Lin Mo never expected that Xia Luoluo's sense of smell was so sharp that she could detect that he was trying to extract information.

What do you want?

Xia Luoluo smiled and said, "Make Zimo promise me that I want to stay at her house for a few more days."

Lin Mo showed the WeChat message to Ye Zimo, who nodded slightly, indicating it wasn't a big deal.

Lin Mo replied, "Okay."

Xia Luoluo's smile grew even brighter.

“Li Mao was picked up by his mother, and his father did not know beforehand.”

Chapter 81 The Missing Class Monitor

"His father seemed to not know beforehand. He came to the school to look for Li Mao, but ran into Lao Wei. He was furious about Li Mao being taken away, and inexplicably got into an argument with Lao Wei before leaving."

"It's obvious that his parents have a very bad relationship."

"But Li Mao is quite secretive. I heard his mother is Japanese, so she might have taken him directly to Japan."

"That all happened yesterday. Li Mao might be in Japan by now."

Xia Luoluo sent several WeChat messages in a row, roughly explaining the process of Li Mao being picked up.

He also remarked on Li Mao's father's unusually angry attitude.

No one around could understand it, but Lin Mo knew that Li Mao's father would definitely be furious, after all, Li Mao's mother was an unreasonable crazy woman, and she might very well have taken Li Mao back to save her daughter.

For middle-aged people, misfortune is more likely than good.

If Lin Mo didn't know, that would be one thing, but now that he does know, there's no reason for him to ignore it.

Looks like I'll have to take another day off.

Lin Mo looked up and happened to see Old Wei's face, a face rejected by the Creator.

"Give it to me!"

Old Wei snatched the phone from Lin Mo's hand. Logically speaking, given Lin Mo's current reaction speed, Old Wei, an ordinary person, should never be able to outmaneuver Superman. Unfortunately, Old Wei seemed to have the domineering advantage of being a homeroom teacher, and he instantly took the phone away.

His thick-rimmed glasses reflected a triumphant gleam as his gaze fell upon the WeChat chat interface on his phone screen.

Charlotte?

He was actually chatting with Xia Luoluo.

I never noticed they had a good relationship.

Before Lao Wei could even read the contents carefully, Lin Mo quickly snatched the phone back.

"Teacher, I'm not playing anymore. I want to study. I want to study."

Lin Mo looked serious, while Lao Wei frowned and began to rationally imagine the situation.

Considering Xia Luoluo's silly, goofy laughter just now, could these two be dating?!

No, absolutely not!

Old Wei, holding Lin Mo's clothes, said, "The rest of you are studying on your own. You come with me."

Lin Mo swallowed hard and followed Lao Wei out of the classroom.

in the office.

Old Wei sat on the newly replaced black leather chair with a cup of bitter tea in his hand.

"Tell me, you haven't been back for a month, and the first thing you do is flirt with the girls in your class. What are you up to?"

Old Wei raised his eyebrows slightly. In fact, he really wanted to ask Lin Mo for advice on how to win over a girl, since he had been single for over thirty years.

But as a proud homeroom teacher, honor is above all else, so he cannot ask.

Furthermore, he would never allow Lin Mo to harm the girls in the class, nor the boys. He would ensure that Lin Mo formed an unbreakable bond with mathematics, fell in love with it, and stopped thinking about puppy love.

"Teacher, I didn't."

Lin Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just gotten back. Who had he been flirting with?

"I admit that you are indeed more charming than before, and many people in the class have a crush on you. But this is all because you have shown excellent mathematical talent. It is mathematics that has brought you glory. You cannot neglect this and succumb to the temptation to fall in love too early. This will not only affect your studies, but also waste your mathematical talent."

Old Wei said earnestly, "The core message is simple: no early romantic relationships, focus on your math studies."

"A lot of people have a crush on me? Really?"

Lin Mo was flattered.

"That's not the point! The point is that you need to study. Studying is the right thing to do! Final exams are coming up soon!"

Old Wei couldn't help but roar, spitting all over Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Teacher, I would like to ask for leave."

Old Wei almost spat out the tea he had just taken a sip of.

This guy wasn't listening to me at all!!!

"Come."

Old Wei rummaged through his desk and pulled out a set of mock exam questions from under his thick lesson plan book. This was the most difficult set of mock exam questions for second-year high school math that he had selected from various textbooks, and he pushed it to Lin Mo.

"If you can get a perfect score, I can grant you leave."

He spoke with great confidence, convinced that Lin Mo couldn't handle the job, which is why he said "approved leave."

He wanted to rekindle Lin Mo's reverence for mathematics!

Lin Mo glanced at the test paper, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

He couldn't very well tell Lao Wei that he had taken leave to save Li Mao, this middle-aged man; that would be too childish, and Lao Wei wouldn't believe it.

Just like her own younger sister Lin Xuan, who still doesn't believe in the existence of vampires, monsters, and wizards.

In addition, he now possesses superpowers. If these are exposed, he could be taken away for research. It's unlikely that he would be dissected, but his genes would definitely be copied. What if criminals create a bunch of clones?

The Linmo Legion... just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Old Wei took a sip of tea, stood up, and saw that Lin Mo had already started doing the problems. His lips twitched involuntarily, as if he had been hit by a half-step sting.

Did he really do it? Was he confident?

Old Wei pondered to himself, "What if he really got a perfect score? Should I still grant him leave?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible to get a perfect score. This set of questions is even harder than the previous math competition questions. I don't believe he can get a perfect score. If he gets a perfect score, I'll eat shit live on air!

Old Wei didn't say it aloud, but he just thought it to himself. He didn't know that the last person who said that had already been proven wrong.

"You don't need to go to self-study or the first two periods. You have 120 minutes. I'll grade it for you as soon as you finish."

Old Wei glanced at the time and said slowly, while also checking Lin Mo from time to time, as if he were an examiner, to see if he had brought any tools.

Today is Tuesday. The two classes after morning self-study are Chinese classes. Lao Wei thinks that Teacher Tian will understand him, after all, she is so easy to talk to.

Lin Mo finished the entire set of math problems in just 60 minutes. If he had known that he now possessed superhuman speed, he would have deliberately suppressed it. If it were Ye Zimo, she should have been able to finish in 30 minutes.

"So fast?"

Old Wei snatched the exam paper, not giving Lin Mo a chance to change it or back out, and began grading it.

Half an hour later, Lin Mo walked out of the office leisurely, having successfully asked for four more days off. With Saturday and Sunday included, he had six days, enough for a round trip to Japan.

Middle-aged people, please hang in there, I'm coming to save you.

Lin Mo clenched his fist, took out his phone, and opened a flight booking app. After seeing the price, he was hesitant to go and rescue Li Mao.

He dialed Xiaoju's number. In the bushes on campus, a little girl dressed in a black and white maid outfit answered the phone cautiously, like a secret agent.

"Moses, Moses."