LOT -Chapter 337 Modern Arc: Dad~, go to the school anniversary for me!

The news of Lin Mo being confessed to quickly spread throughout the family. Su Weiqin looked at her daughter’s little face, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.

It was worth falling for Lin Huan at first sight all those years ago. Just look at their three children—none of them were anything less than outstanding!

“Truly my daughter. Even being liked by girls is a skill,” Su Weiqin said happily.

The happier she became, the worse Lin Huan’s mood grew.

Especially when he looked at this carefree little rascal, he only felt more worried.

After dinner, he even pulled Lin Mo aside for a private talk.

Lin Mo had originally been ready to play games, but suddenly she was dragged into the study. Seeing her father’s serious expression, she even specifically tried to recall whether she had done anything bad today.

It was just a parent-teacher conference—she hadn’t misbehaved, and she certainly hadn’t made anyone angry. A very perfect day, honestly.

After being stared at for a long while, Lin Mo finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Dad, if you have something to say, just say it. You staring at me like that is making my heart uneasy.”

Every time she did something bad, he would stare at her like this. But she hadn’t done anything recently!

Lin Huan took a deep breath and spoke with grave seriousness: “Mo’er, you can’t start something and then abandon it. Look how good Xiaobai is to you—he’s good-looking, wholehearted, and devoted. Even though in this world you two aren’t adults yet, in our original world you’re already married! If you dare abandon him, that would be starting something and then heartlessly discarding it!”

Lin Mo was completely confused. When did she abandon Xiaobai? She stuck to him every single day—when exactly had she cast him aside?

“Dad, what are you talking about? When did I ever do that? Am I that kind of person?” Lin Mo patted her chest. “I, Lord Lin, would never do something like that. I look down on people who start something then abandon it.”

“Dad, put your heart back in your stomach. You don’t need to worry about me and Xiaobai. The two of us may not live or die on the same day normally, but if we die, we’ll die together. Rest assured!”

Lin Mo looked extremely proud as she said this, her expression full of smugness.

Lin Huan: …Why does that sound so wrong?

And is that really a phrase to use here? She’s been studying recently—why does it feel like her cultural level hasn’t improved at all? Her grades weren’t even bad.

Looking at this smug little bean, Lin Huan rubbed his temples and waved her away helplessly.  “Alright, go. Seeing you gives me a headache. But remember what you said today. Our Lin family has never produced someone who would start something then abandon it.”

“If you dare commit such a thing—family discipline will deal with you!”

Family discipline? What family discipline? Did they even have that?

Lin Mo thought hard. Oh right… they did. A thick book—Lin family rules. She skimmed it once but didn’t read it carefully.

But her parents always quoted the family rules during lectures, so she remembered some of it.

Respect your wife, love your children, honor elders… and how to behave, how to treat friends, how to serve the country—everything was included.

She actually admired their Lin family ancestor. That book covered family, national, and moral education all at once. Many rules were ones most men of that ancient era couldn’t even meet.

Just the rule about respecting one’s wife could eliminate half of all men. Loving children? Even fewer qualified.

But the family rules never forced children to become extraordinary—just to become normal human beings.

But whether ancient or modern, true “normal” people were extremely rare.

Most people looked normal but had something wrong physically, mentally, or ideologically—one flaw or another.

Their ancestor had real insight. No wonder the Lin family remained strong for so many generations.

High school life remained tense yet exciting. Lin Mo and Bai Xiao were the model top students in the eyes of both teachers and classmates, and often used as examples by their teachers.

“Look at Lin Mo and Bai Xiao. Their grades are great. They study well, play well, and stay healthy. Meanwhile, some of you stay in the classroom all day, study nothing, and your health worsens. At least excel in one thing.”

Teachers said this constantly.

They didn’t want their students to turn into useless bookworms, so they encouraged them to go out, play, exercise, and not stay cooped up all day.

Even if academics didn’t work out, they should at least have good health—health was the foundation of everything.

Lin Mo and Bai Xiao loved being model students.

Watching her classmates suffer through the pain of high school life made Lin Mo very happy.

Even though her previous high school days were more than ten years ago, she still remembered much of the material since she studied intensely back then—she had only one path: the college entrance examination.

As for Bai Xiao, if he wished to know something, there was nothing he couldn’t learn.

Because of their outstanding looks, they were recommended to perform at the school anniversary.

The school anniversary was a rare relaxation day. High school life was too stressful; the students needed a break.

Lin Mo was thrilled to be performing. She rushed home to tell her family.

Her sister Lin Ran stared at her excited face for a moment and asked, puzzled, “Mo’er, calm down first. Think—what talent do you actually have to perform?”

Her little sister was a top-tier drinker, but when it came to talent… better not.

Among all of them, she was the one with the least talent.

Lin Mo: “Sis, don’t look down on me. I’m a talented person!”

“Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting—” Lin Mo started to list, but Lin Ran immediately cut in, “You can’t do any of those.”

Lin Mo: … Then something else!

“Poetry and literature!”

Lin Ran: “Still none.”

“Horse riding and archery!”

Lin Ran: “You can do those a bit, but do you think the school has a field big enough for you to gallop around? What are you imagining?”

Lin Mo suddenly realized none of her ancient skills were usable.

She learned all the fun things—horse riding, archery, polo, cuju, pitch-pot—but none applicable today.

“It’s over… I really don’t have anything to perform. I can’t possibly blow a suona or play the erhu at a school anniversary. It’s supposed to be a celebration, not a funeral.”

She only knew a little of those—fine for her own birthday, but not in front of thousands of students.

Lin Mo looked at her sister with teary eyes. “Sister, please think of something for me. If not, can you perform instead?”

Her sister was a master of everything—qinqi-shuhua-shici-gefu—and the legendary first talented woman of the capital. Performing would be easy for her.

Lin Ran shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t want to help. I can’t. I’m not a student at your school.”

“And if we looked alike, maybe I could substitute for you. But we don’t look that similar.”

They had some resemblance, but not much.

Look alike… substitute… Lin Mo’s eyes lit up.

That night, she clung to her father’s back and refused to get down.

“Dad~ please help me! The teacher called me to perform, but I can’t do anything. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

“We look so similar. Under stage lights, no one will notice! You can just sit there and play the guqin. Sitting hides your height!”

Lin Huan’s face was full of helplessness. What was going on in this girl’s head? Did she truly think this was feasible?

They were father and daughter! Even if they looked alike, they were still father and daughter! And the age difference!

Plus their height difference was dozens of centimeters. He was nearly 190 cm tall. The little rascal barely claimed 163 cm.

Were people blind? What good was having similar faces?

When Lin Qi and the others heard about it, they also felt it was absurd.

“Mo’er, if you have time to cling to Dad, you might as well think harder. Even if you resemble him, the age, height, and aura differences are right there. People aren’t blind.”

Lin Mo cupped her father’s face and asked seriously, “Age is nothing. Dad’s face looks like he’s in his twenties. With some makeup, it’s fine!”

Lin Huan slapped her hands away. “Age looks fine because I maintain myself well. But what about height and build? How will you fix that? If you’d eaten more properly as a child, we wouldn’t be having this problem! You always ate junk—you’d never grow tall that way!”

Su Weiqin watched as everyone went completely off-topic.

Was height the issue? Was eating more the solution? If this rascal had learned more skills when she was younger, she wouldn’t be struggling now!

Everyone had been dragged off-topic by her!

Lin Mo let out a dramatic wail and collapsed into her sister’s arms. She regretted everything! If she had grown a bit taller, her father could’ve gone on stage for her!

Bai Xiao, however, was not troubled at all. His voice was beautiful, so he planned to sing.

Seeing Lin Mo so distressed, he thought she could sing with him—a duet.

“Sing? You mean me?” Lin Mo pointed at herself in disbelief.

Sing? She had never sung in front of others because she knew exactly what she was capable of.

Her voice sounded nice, but a nice voice didn’t equal singing ability. Some people were naturally tone-deaf—and Lin Mo was exactly that.

The Lin family actually thought it was a good idea. How bad could singing be? Just play the accompaniment, hold the mic, and sing along.

Lin Mo: “But I’m tone-deaf! Have you ever heard me sing in front of others?”

The room fell silent.

Su Weiqin thought for a moment and said, “No… but when you were little, you always howled while bathing. Your voice was so tragic that I thought something happened to you. Later I realized it was just a habit.”

Only after coming to this world did she learn some people liked singing while bathing. Could it be this child had been “singing” back then?

Lin Mo’s face was full of embarrassment. “Isn’t it said that people sing best in the shower? Mom, you know my level. Do you think this level is okay for a stage?”

Su Weiqin was silent. That silence already said everything.

The Lin family: …Forget it. Maybe she should just withdraw.

But Lin Mo refused to give up this chance to shine.

So she decided to practice hard.

She still had half a month. Enough time.

While her classmates studied in night classes, she returned home to practice singing.

For the Lin family… the painful days officially began.

Every night they lay in bed listening to her tragically off-key wailing. Honestly, they didn’t even know what song she was trying to sing.

Su Weiqin lay on the bed, expression full of despair. She nudged her husband weakly and said,  “Could you please…”