High Martial: Stop Imagining Things, I’m Really Not a Master

Lin Mo has an F-grade constitution and works as a temporary security guard at Jiangcheng University of Martial Arts, earning 3,800 a month on a contract that’s about to expire. No one knows there’s a max-level martial arts archive in his mind. He can see through every technique, flaw, pill recipe, and formation at a glance. At the very bottom of the archive lies a body-tempering method that even someone with a “useless” constitution can practice. It has only one drawback: whenever he mentally flips through the archive, every martial artist within ten paces can hear him. And so, the ice-element campus beauty hears him point out a flaw in her technique and breaks through on the spot. She starts showing up at the guard booth every day to “stand watch.” A sword-fighting beauty tries to test him, but the more she does, the more hooked she gets. A cafeteria auntie who has kept her identity hidden for a hundred years tears up when he says, “I’ll help you destroy the Shadow Pavilion.” And the haughty fire-element campus beauty insists she doesn’t care, while honestly showing up every day to eavesdrop. Worse still, a video of him casually saving someone goes viral on the martial artists’ trending page. The whole internet is searching for the “sweeping-monk security guard.” Lin Mo: “I’m just a security guard. Stop imagining things!” Everyone else: “Senior, you’re being modest again.” An orphan who lost his home at the age of eight is thus “imagined” by a crowd of people to be a master, and finally finds himself with a big family of his own.