Chapter 7: The Young Master Is the Real Genius!

Jianghai City, Lin Family Villa.

As night fell, the villa’s lights blazed to life, illuminating the mansion as brightly as day.

A black SUV slowly drove through the gate and stopped before the ornate fountain.

The door opened, and Lin Mo stepped out, stretching lazily; behind him, Ye Hongyu remained in her alert posture, even within the absolute safety of the Lin family’s stronghold.

The two had just reached the villa’s entrance.

“Young Master, welcome home!”

Two rows of ten maids, dressed in elegant black-and-white uniforms, bowed in perfect unison.

Their synchronized long legs and perfectly timed smiles could leave any man flustered.

But Lin Mo was long accustomed to it.

He smiled and nodded, waving his hand casually:

“Yeah, yeah, good, good.”

“Mo’er’s back!”

In the hall, Su Wan had been waiting for a long time.

She wore casual home attire, yet still radiated an air of noble elegance.

Seeing her son enter, Su Wan’s face instantly lit up with a smile.

She hurried forward, grasping Lin Mo’s hand and inspecting him left and right: “How are you? Tired? Hurt at all?”

“I see your clothes aren’t even dusty—Hongyu protected you well.”

Lin Mo shrugged and smiled:

“Mom, I just went to level up, not to war—how could I get hurt? Besides, with Sister Ye around, I’m perfectly safe.”

“Safe is good, safe is good.”

Su Wan nodded contentedly, then pulled Lin Mo toward the dining room:

“Starved, right? I specifically told the kitchen to prepare a full table of dishes—all made exactly to your morning request, maximum fire element!”

“Perfect, I’m starving.”

Lin Mo’s eyes lit up, and he obediently followed his mother into the dining room.

……

Inside the dining room, the five-meter-long table was piled high with an array of exquisite dishes.

Tonight’s menu was entirely red.

[Sautéed Crimson Flame Dragon Liver], [Magma Core Fruit Salad], [Flame Rhino Spine Soup], [Lotus Fire Roast Whole Lamb]…

The entire dining room was filled with a hot, rich aroma; just inhaling made it feel like a fireball had been swallowed.

Lin Tianhao was already seated at the head of the table; seeing Lin Mo enter, he grinned and waved:

“Come, come, Mo’er, sit here with Dad.”

The moment Lin Mo sat down, the little fireball began roaring wildly.

【‘Fireball Spell’ eyes gleaming, drooling everywhere: Eat eat eat! Hurry up! That’s dragon liver! I want it! Shove it in your mouth!】

【Mood: Extreme Hunger (wishes it had a mouth of its own)】

Lin Mo’s lips twitched; he picked up his chopsticks, pinched a piece of dragon liver, and slowly blew on the heat.

“What’s the rush? Don’t you know it’s hot?”

He mentally replied, then elegantly took a small bite, chewing slowly.

【‘Fireball Spell’ hopping mad: Hot? Pfft! I’m a fireball! Do I fear heat? Are you even a man? Eat big bites! Stop dawdling—you’re driving me crazy!】

Lin Mo ignored the furious little fireball and savored his meal.

As the high-purity fire-element food entered his body, he felt a warm current continuously nourishing the restless fireball within.

At the table, the atmosphere was warm.

Su Wan turned to Ye Hongyu beside her and smiled: “Hongyu, you’ve worked hard today.”

“I just checked Mo’er’s level—he’s already Lv.5. Two levels in one day—you must be exhausted.”

As she spoke, she pulled a golden card from her bag and handed it over:

“This is a VIP card for a gear shop I own. You should upgrade your equipment—it’s just a small token from me.”

Ye Hongyu did not reach out to take it.

She bowed slightly, her tone respectful yet firm:

“Lady, I deeply appreciate your kindness.”

“But my current gear suits me perfectly—I have no need to replace it. Besides, protecting the Young Master is my duty, and a direct order from the Commander—I truly feel unworthy.”

“Just take it!”

Lin Tianhao’s face hardened, feigning sternness:

“Enough nonsense! My wife’s words are orders! And if a Lin family soldier goes out looking shabby, it’s my reputation that suffers!”

Seeing the Commander’s expression, Ye Hongyu finally accepted the golden card with both hands and carefully stored it away.

Then, Ye Hongyu took a deep breath, her expression turning complex:

“Actually, Lady, you’ve misunderstood something. Today, the Young Master leveled up so fast because he’s exceptionally skilled.”

She paused, then added: “Without the Young Master’s extraordinary technique, no matter how many monsters I lured, the efficiency could never have been this high.”

At her words, the dining room fell silent for several seconds.

Lin Tianhao and Su Wan exchanged a glance, blinking as if they’d misheard.

A blank mage—how impressive could he possibly be?

Moreover, Lin Tianhao knew Ye Hongyu well—she was a fiercely proud subordinate.

For her to seriously call someone “exceptionally skilled” meant it was no ordinary compliment.

Su Wan, unaware of the context, assumed Ye Hongyu was flattering Lin Mo and said:

“Hongyu, I know you’re loyal and want to make Mo’er look good—but let’s be honest.”

Ye Hongyu took another deep breath and said seriously:

“Commander, Lady, I’m not exaggerating. The Young Master is, without doubt, the most gifted mage I’ve ever seen or heard of.”

Hearing this, Lin Mo instinctively pulled his neck back, his cheeks warming slightly.

To be so earnestly praised as “the most gifted” to his face—even with his thick skin—made him feel a flicker of embarrassment.

After all, he’d just spent the day playing a game.

But then again, cheating counts as talent, right?

“Most gifted?”

Lin Tianhao set down his chopsticks, his expression turning serious.

“Hongyu, explain properly.”

He knew Ye Hongyu—she was blunt, honest, and would never lie to flatter her superior.

Ye Hongyu didn’t answer; instead, she pulled out her phone from her pocket.

“Words mean nothing, Commander, Lady.”

“This is a video I recorded this afternoon in the Dark Woods. Watch it—you’ll understand.”

She tapped the screen and turned her phone toward Lin Tianhao and Su Wan.

The video lasted only a few seconds.

The dining room was utterly silent.

Only Lin Mo’s slightly awkward chewing echoed loudly in the still air.

Lin Mo stole a glance at his parents’ expressions, his toes frantically digging into his shoes, wishing he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment right then.

Social death…

So damn socially dead!

It wasn’t because he’d shown his power—it was that one phrase, “I’ve got big,” that felt like public execution!

Sister Ye, if you’re going to record a video, can’t you at least warn me first?