I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 379: “I Don’t Know, Didn’t See”

When Lin Mo saw how serious Liu Yue looked, he couldn’t help but grow curious. He asked, “Professor Liu, what exactly is so important?”

Of course, Liu Yue wasn’t going to tell him the truth. She gave a vague reply, “It’s just something important. Don’t ask.”

Lin Mo really wanted to press further, but given the circumstances, he knew it wasn’t appropriate. He could only respond with a slight frown, “But if you’re not going to sit in on the class, how will you assess the teaching quality and judge my performance accurately?”

Liu Yue had clearly thought of this beforehand.

She replied without hesitation, “There’s multimedia equipment in the classroom that can record the session. Just record the lecture, and I’ll watch it later.”

“Well, alright then,” Lin Mo agreed with a nod. He didn’t dwell on it. One way or another, she’d end up seeing his teaching. The recognition value he was after would still come in due time.

“Hurry along now, class is about to start,” Liu Yue said, almost as if she were trying to get rid of him.

Lin Mo glanced at her suspiciously. The curiosity in his heart only deepened, but since she refused to explain, he had no choice. He stepped out of the office and gently pulled the door shut behind him.

Carrying his lesson plan, he walked with spring in his step, a smile on his face as anticipation bloomed in his chest. All his preparations were complete—this lecture would surely bring in a solid haul of recognition points.

He even made up his mind about how to spend them.

Because of years of burning the midnight oil, this body was in terrible shape. Right now, the most urgent task was improving his health.

Recognition points could directly enhance the body’s physical attributes. With enough points, he could instantly transform this weak shell into something healthy and robust.

Only with a strong body could he go further, do more.

With this thought guiding him, Lin Mo arrived at the classroom door. He straightened his clothes, wanting to present the best version of himself, and with a confident smile, pushed open the door.

“Students—” The word “good” hadn’t even left his lips when he felt cold water dump down from above. A metal bucket crashed over his head, completely soaking him.

Soaked like a drowned rat, Lin Mo furiously yanked the bucket off and scanned the room, eyes flashing with anger.

“Who! Who did this?!”

His gaze swept across the classroom, only to find every student sitting upright, acting like model pupils. Not a single one made a sound.

Stunned, Lin Mo turned to the student near the door, a boy who looked especially honest.

“You, tell me, who put the bucket above the door?”

“Teacher, I don’t know,” the boy answered earnestly, shaking his head.

Lin Mo’s eyes narrowed. He turned to another student. “Do you know who it was?”

“I didn’t see anything.” The reply came quickly, another shake of the head.

Unconvinced, Lin Mo questioned a few more students, but the answers remained the same: they didn’t know, they hadn’t seen.

In truth, everyone in the room knew exactly who had done it. They even watched it happen. But could they say a word? Not a chance.

Forget Wang Haoran—even Liu Hua, Lü Ming, and Wei Zhihang were people far beyond their ability to provoke. No one dared speak up.

After his repeated questions came up empty, Lin Mo’s confusion deepened. He scanned the room more carefully, and soon, his eyes locked onto a familiar face.

It was that scumbag-looking student.

Lin Mo’s pupils constricted. He was almost certain—it was him.

At that moment, the student blatantly fiddled with his phone, showing no sign of respect whatsoever.

Lin Mo itched to confront him on the spot, but the lecture was about to start. He could only grit his teeth and decide to handle it afterward.

Shaking the water from his sleeves, Lin Mo forced down his fury and walked to the lectern. The multimedia system was off. Since he needed to record the class, he reached under the desk to find the computer’s power button.

But the moment his fingers touched something beneath, he recoiled instinctively.

His hand landed on something sticky and slimy.

He pulled it back and looked. His palm was smeared with a brownish-yellow substance, and a vile stench wafted into his nose.

Lin Mo gagged immediately, snatching a few sheets of his blank lesson plan to wipe it off.

His face turned red with rage. Just as he was about to rise and let out a furious shout, a tearing sound echoed through the classroom.

His whole body froze. A cool breeze hit his lower back. He looked down and saw that the stool had been glued to the floor—and the seat itself was slathered with superglue.

A chunk of fabric from his pants tore away and clung stubbornly to the stool.

“Lawless—this is completely lawless!” Lin Mo shouted, clutching his rear with one hand and slamming the table with the other, trying to vent his frustration.

But the instant his palm slammed down, it stuck fast to the desk, and his voice froze in his throat.

Gritting his teeth, he yanked with all his strength. It took a tremendous effort just to free his hand, and even then, his palm throbbed in pain.

The bell rang.

Then silence.

Lin Mo looked down at Wang Haoran, trying to compose himself, preparing to speak.

Wang Haoran looked up lazily from his phone and said, “Teacher, aren’t you going to start class? What are you waiting for?”

Lin Mo wanted nothing more than to drag this punk to Liu Yue right now and let her deal with him. But he knew Wang Haoran wouldn’t go quietly. Any confrontation would just waste more time and derail the lecture.

“I’ll deal with you after class!” Lin Mo hissed, then barked, “Class begins!”

He stepped toward the blackboard, reaching for a piece of chalk to write today’s topic.

But he hesitated.

After all that, how could he not be cautious?

“Student,” he said to the one sitting in the front row, “pass me a piece of chalk.”

“Yes, teacher,” the student replied, reaching into the chalk box and handing him one.

Nothing happened.

Lin Mo was a little surprised, but relieved. He took the chalk, turned to the board, and raised his hand to write.

Whap whap whap—

A barrage of tiny projectiles pelted his back and the back of his head. He staggered, stunned by the impact. When the storm passed, he looked down and saw the floor littered with broken pieces of chalk.

“You—You all—” Lin Mo’s face twisted in fury. That wasn’t just one student. It had to be dozens throwing chalk together.

“Just you wait!” Knowing this class was already beyond salvaging,

Lin Mo clutched the lesson plan over his exposed rear and stormed out of the room, a complete mess from head to toe.

He was clearly going to file a complaint.

【Ding. Host successfully orchestrated sabotage behind the scenes, preventing protagonist Lin Mo from teaching. Gained 1100 Villain Points. Lin Mo’s Protagonist Halo -55. Host’s Villain Halo +55.】