Chapter 128: Apology

Li Mochen didn't feel anything when he drove back on Sunday night, but when he finally left his apartment on Wednesday to walk to Linden Academy, he realized with a shock that his situation was no longer suitable for appearing on the streets.

The moment he stepped out, over sixty reporters rushed out and surrounded him. Fortunately, Qi Tai and Brent, along with the apartment management, were prepared and had organized over a dozen security guards to form a circle around him, escorting him all the way to the school gate.

But inside the campus, Li Mochen's situation was also terrible. Not only was he the focus of everyone's attention, but from time to time, people would walk up to him and try to make physical contact.

What was worse, his locker had been pried open, and everything inside was taken—nothing left.

When Li Mochen walked into the classroom, William Jacques placed a large pile of letters in front of him.

“These are for you—”

William spoke in a tone of envy and jealousy: “Take your pick. These are all the school's social butterflies. They now consider it an honor to sleep with you.”

“But why are they with you?”

Li Mochen casually opened a few and found that they were indeed invitations for dates or direct confessions.

“They think I'm your best friend, so they asked me to pass them on.”

William grumbled in complaint: “Your locker was already broken into, wasn't it? Stuffing them in there wouldn't be safe.”

Then he saw Li Mochen carry the letters to the trash can. Instead of throwing them in directly, Li Mochen first used a fireball spell to burn them to ashes.

William shook his head and shrugged: “What a pity. There were several pretty blonde girls in there, candidates for prom queen. They'll be heartbroken—”

But Li Mochen's action made several female students in the class show delighted expressions.

“William, if you pity them, you can go for it yourself.”

Li Mochen clapped his hands and walked back: “You're my best friend, the most trusted person of Lucky Andre, and a future fighting star. If you're willing, you'll probably succeed.”

“Wow, that's a good idea.”

William was tempted, but then he shook his head: “A bunch of little bitches. I have big ambitions now; I can't waste time on them. The bitches in the film and TV industry are my dream now.”

Li Mochen laughed again. He patted William's shoulder firmly: “Come to my place after school. I said I'd give you some potions. Also, I promised to teach you fighting techniques. We haven't sparred in a long time, have we?”

“Amo, you really are my buddy.”

At this moment, William was overjoyed.

Ever since he saw on TV two days ago that Li Mochen had a mansion of nearly 900 square meters on the top floor of the Unicorn Apartments, he had been itching to visit and see it for himself.

As for the potions Li Mochen mentioned, William was even more eager.

But as for the fighting techniques, did Li Mochen really have the ability to instruct him? William doubted it.

After all, he was no longer what he used to be. William Jacques was already a Level 4 magic energy professional, and according to several coaches, he had 5A-level combat power. At his stage, he was already outstanding.

…

That afternoon, when Li Mochen and William arrived at the gymnasium, he was surprised to find that his locker here had also been pried open.

What he found excessive was that even the three pairs of underwear he had placed inside were missing.

But when Li Mochen frowned and scanned the surroundings, he saw that the group of club classmates around him were all calm and composed, showing nothing unusual.

Li Mochen had no choice but to give up and abandon the idea of finding the thief. Even the illustrious 'Divine Firmament Ultimate Void Purple Immortal King' was not omniscient.

Could he really use the Ziwei Divination for such a trivial matter, wasting his own merit?

So he could only wear his regular clothes and walk out of the locker room. However, the club's several coaches showed understanding this time.

The theft of Li Mochen's locker had happened two days ago, and they were already aware of it, so they couldn't blame him for breaking the club's rules.

At that moment, Louise Linden suddenly clapped her hands, gathering everyone together.

“Everyone, there's something I want to say today. It's about the scholarship. I need to apologize to Mr. Wiltonshire. Due to my own and the coaches' limited abilities, we misunderstood Mr. Wiltonshire and put undue pressure on him. However, the truth is that Vice Principal Georgia was right; Mr. Wiltonshire deserves this scholarship. He is the strongest in our school, and I believe he will win this year's individual fighting championship.”

Before Louise finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar. Not only were many students looking back and forth between Louise and Li Mochen in doubt, but several coaches also frowned.

The head coach, Ricard, snorted coldly, turned around, and left, slamming the door behind him.

Louise sighed and rubbed her forehead. She had already explained to the coaches earlier.

She, Louise Linden, a Level 7 magic energy professional, couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Andre Lee Wiltonshire. But including her butler, no one seemed to believe her.

Especially the head coach, who insisted that she had succumbed to pressure from some party and was forced to compromise, even going so far as to submit his resignation to the school administration.

But if you doubt it, why not try it yourself? She thought Amo would certainly not refuse.

Thinking of this, Louise shook her head slightly, put away the helplessness on her face, and her expression gradually turned cold.

“That's all. Everyone is dismissed.”

She thought the truth would be clear in ten days at the round of 32. Fortunately, the school was not far from earning points in the team competition; she just needed to win one match here.

At this time, those who wanted to leave Linden Academy should be few and far between. Even if there were, they would wait until after the team competition to decide.

The atmosphere might be tense for these ten days, but it was still acceptable.

Louise didn't think about stepping in herself, inviting Li Mochen to demonstrate with her. She knew that under the current circumstances, it would only be seen as a performance by others. Why bother?

When Li Mochen heard the word 'dismissed,' he walked calmly toward the second floor. But his exceptional hearing still picked up the discussions of those around him.

“Fake, right? Is he really as strong as Miss Linden says?”

“Don't forget, our Lucky Prince is named Wiltonshire! Do you really believe he has nothing to do with the Wiltonshire family?”

“Don't believe it? Didn't you see Coach Ricard walk out? That's proof he's lying.”

“Didn't the TV commentators say it? This is a marketing plan by Nathan Sports Group, a conspiracy. I think Nathan must have applied pressure.”

“I never thought Miss Linden would be this kind of person. I always believed she had noble character.”