Chapter 318: Friendly Reminder: Don't Seek Misery

As more and more people recognized Lin Mo.

The murmurs inside the council hall gradually grew louder.

"It really is Lin Mo."

"But... why is he sitting in the main seat beside President Yan?"

"Isn't today supposed to be for selecting a new president?"

"Could it be..."

"That's impossible!"

A member lowered his voice, his face full of disbelief.

"Although Lin Mo is awesome, how old is he?"

"A freshman who just enrolled, coming to be the president of our Youth Association?"

"Does he have the qualification?"

Hearing these words.

Someone nearby immediately refuted.

"Why doesn't he have the qualification?"

"He single-handedly killed one hundred and forty geniuses; his record is right there!"

"Just based on this record, what's wrong with him being president?"

"You don't know shit!"

The member who had just questioned let out a cold snort.

"Talent and potential are one thing; actual combat power is another!"

"The president of our Youth Association has never been chosen based on talent."

"There is only one thing that matters: whether the fists are hard enough!"

He pointed to the senior executives of the Youth Association who had already arrived in the front row.

"The appointment of the president requires the vote of approval from all senior executives and councilors."

"As long as one person disagrees and casts a vote against."

"You cannot take office directly."

"There is only one way: to make everyone convinced."

That member continued speaking.

"Look at our Youth Association's senior executives."

"Lu Chen from the East China Region, Fang Wen from North China, Chen Feng from South China..."

"Which one of them is not a big shot over level sixty?"

"Do you think these big shots would willingly let a newcomer over level forty ride on their heads?"

After hearing these words.

Everyone nearby fell silent.

Indeed.

Lin Mo could slaughter through the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield because that was the Junior Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield; inside, to put it bluntly, were all professionals who had just changed classes not long ago.

But here.

Facing were all experienced core combat forces of the younger generation of Dragon Country, who had fought for years and also mastered high-level skills.

Just at this moment.

Several young female members began to whisper quietly.

"But to be honest, Big Shot Lin Mo is really handsome."

Another girl, hearing this, also chimed in.

"Yeah."

"Don't say it, I used to think President Yan was quite handsome."

"But now that Big Shot Lin Mo is sitting there, President Yan is simply overshadowed..."

"Indeed, without comparison, there is no harm."

"Right, right, right!"

The female companion nearby nodded repeatedly.

Hearing these words.

The male member nearby had black lines running down his forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Is the Mage Association a place that judges by looks?"

"We are discussing strength here!"

"Superficial!"

The female member rolled her eyes at him.

"What's wrong with strength?"

"He wiped out the seven-nation alliance; isn't his strength strong?"

"Handsome and strong, are you jealous?"

The male member was left speechless by the retort.

He could only shut his mouth.

And looked gloomily toward the stage.

……

At the same time.

Fang Wen had also arrived.

His broad-shouldered, thick-waisted build made him stand out conspicuously in the crowd.

Zhao Peng strutted along behind him, chin raised and chest out.

As if the one walking in front were not his cousin, but he himself.

Zhang Han kept her head lowered, looking somewhat ill at ease.

Fang Wen spotted Lu Chen sitting in the front row at a glance, walked over, and plopped down in the empty seat beside him.

Zhao Peng and Zhang Han took the cue and sat in the row of seats behind them.

Lu Chen turned his head to look at Fang Wen, a smile on his face.

"How about it?"

"My little tip — was it accurate or not?"

Fang Wen's face was expressionless.

"Passable, I suppose."

Hearing that, Lu Chen chuckled and cautioned:

"But I'm warning you, though."

"When you make your move later, mind the measure."

"Don't hit too hard."

"Lin Mo is, after all, the future of our Dragon Nation."

"If you really do end up hurting him badly, I reckon you won't even need Elder Nie to step in — Elder Feng will be the first to skin you alive."

Hearing Lu Chen's warning.

Fang Wen gave a cold snort.

"Need you to remind me?"

"Am I the sort who doesn't know what's important?"

Fang Wen looked toward Lin Mo's direction, his tone turning several degrees more serious.

"Lin Mo single-handedly took down that bunch of foreigners and won glory for our Dragon Nation."

"That's a real man."

"I respect him."

Fang Wen paused, then shifted his tone.

"But."

"One thing at a time."

"No matter how high his talent, no matter how great his battle achievements."

"If he wants to sit on my head and be president of the Youth Association."

Fang Wen let out a cold laugh.

"Then he'll have to show real skill."

Hearing Fang Wen's reply.

Lu Chen burst out laughing.

"Fine."

"As long as you know what you're doing."

Having said that.

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair, looking every bit like he was ready to enjoy the show.

Behind them.

Zhao Peng now also leaned in close to Zhang Han's ear, his face full of smug self-satisfaction.

"Hear that?"

"Let me tell you."

"Lin Mo's going to lose face big time later."

Zhao Peng curled his lip.

"President Yan Lie was just being stubborn about face, lowering his own stats."

"My cousin won't indulge him."

"This is the Youth Association, not the Junior Myriad Nations Battlefield."

"Frankly speaking, that Junior Myriad Nations Battlefield place — even if my cousin went there, he could take on the whole field solo."

Listening to Zhao Peng's endless drivel.

Zhang Han couldn't help but knit her brows, a flicker of disgust passing through her eyes once more.

She truly could not stand that person any longer.

"No one mistakes you for a mute just because you keep quiet."

Zhang Han said coldly.

Zhao Peng was taken aback.

"What?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

Zhang Han did not look at him, her gaze fixed all the while on Lin Mo in the main seat.

"Big Shot Lin Mo is definitely not as simple as you think."

"If you can think of it, wouldn't President Yan Lie think of it too?"

"President Yan Lie is upright and honorable; do you really think he would deliberately make Lin Mo look foolish just because he lost to Lin Mo?"

Hearing Zhang Han's counter-question.

Zhao Peng was stunned for a moment.

Then his face turned red as he retorted:

"How is that impossible!"

"President Yan Lie, the esteemed head of the Youth Association, was defeated by a freshman in front of so many people at Jing University!"

"If it were you, could you feel comfortable in your heart?"

"Anyway, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to swallow this anger."

Hearing Zhao Peng's bold and righteous counter-question.

Zhang Han looked at him as if he were a ridiculous clown.

"Do you think President Yan Lie is just like you?"

Zhang Han's tone was full of contempt.

"Judging a gentleman's heart with a petty person's mind."

"President Yan Lie was able to single-handedly smash through the entire Youth Association Council back then; he relied on being upright and honorable, and on solid, hard power!"

"Do you think everyone is just like you?"

"With a mind full of jealousy, scheming, and unspeakable little tricks?"

Hearing Zhang Han's ruthless scolding.

Zhao Peng's face turned red, he stuck his neck out, and stubbornly retorted:

"How am I using a petty person's mind?"

"I call it reasonable speculation!"

"We are all young people; who doesn't have a temper? Who doesn't care about face?"

Zhang Han was completely speechless.

She turned her head and fixed her gaze on Lin Mo.

Directly treating Zhao Peng as if he were air.

Sigh, seeing Big Shot Lin Mo made her feel comfortable again.

Inside the hall.

Yan Lie saw that the seats were mostly filled, and the association's high-level members and councilors had all arrived.

Afterwards.

He picked up the microphone on the table.

"Quiet."

As Yan Lie's voice fell.

The noisy hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze converged on Yan Lie.

Yan Lie looked at the crowd and slowly spoke:

"I called everyone here today."

"For only one thing."

"That is, to elect a new President of the Youth Association."

Although many had already heard the rumors.

When Yan Lie said it with his own mouth, a slight commotion still arose in the scene.

Yan Lie ignored the commotion and continued:

"The reason is very simple."

"I feel my own strength is no longer worthy of continuing to sit in the position of President of the Youth Association."

Yan Lie spoke very openly.

"So."

"I have decided to step down, and at the same time, I nominate Lin Mo to succeed as the President of the Dragon Country Mage Youth Association."

Saying this, Yan Lie pointed to Lin Mo beside him.

Immediately, he continued:

"According to the Youth Association's rules."

"The appointment of a new president requires a vote by all high-level members."

"Now."

"Begin the voting."

"Who supports? Who opposes?"

After saying this.

Yan Lie thought for a moment and added another sentence:

"Friendly reminder: don't look for abuse."