"Eh? So the question is, why not Bailu?"
Naturally, it wouldn't work. Although his system is a role-playing system and height issues can be resolved, the problem is—you can't explain it to others.
If you're short, you can use elevator shoes to explain being tall, but how do you explain a tall person becoming short? You can't just say you cut off your legs.
Of course, if it were for filming, it could be solved with camera angles, but unfortunately... Mo Yu doesn't film videos. As for appearing in other people's videos, that's not something he considers.
"Ding! Detected Host's role-playing intention. Now unlocking Lingsha role-playing template."
Compared to at school, role-playing at his hometown was more difficult for Mo Yu. A crucial point was—he couldn't hide his identity at all.
However, fortunately, although the old man didn't understand what his grandson was up to, he chose to be tolerant and understanding.
"What is this all about, acting like a little girl?"
Upon seeing the refreshed Mo Yu, the old man frowned slightly and muttered.
"It's a popular culture among us young people, like acting in a play."
Mo Yu chuckled and explained. While playing Lingsha, he could clearly feel his state of mind calming down a bit.
If Ruan Mei completely abandoned emotions and became purely rational, then Lingsha was someone who perfected the art of human interaction, allowing her to face all kinds of situations with a peaceful mind. Of course, a peaceful mind didn't mean she had no temper; it just meant that even if she was angry, she wouldn't show it directly on her face.
And this state was also an improvement for Mo Yu himself. After all, in a sense, he was somewhat socially anxious, the kind of person who preferred to work quietly, but dealing with people and situations was inherently necessary.
"Like a Hua Dan or other Dan roles, right?"
The old man blinked, then suddenly realized.
"Exactly."
Mo Yu still responded with a slight smile, but he was startled inwardly.
He hadn't thought of that angle. In that case, cross-dressing wasn't such a big deal after all. Look, isn't this also an art passed down from our ancestors?
However, since his grandfather mentioned this, he had nothing to worry about.
In contrast, he was now more eager for the rewards the system could provide. But before mentioning the rewards, Mo Yu reached out and touched his calf.
Hmm, it was angular, with the true feel of scales. In a sense, they were real dragon scales.
Yes, generally speaking, for cosplay, replicating such a character usually involves gloves and socks. But with the system's enhancement, Mo Yu didn't need to wear corresponding accessories; instead, the system's energy directly structured and restored real scales attached to his skin.
This made both the visual and tactile sensations incredibly real, and it was also quite convenient.
After all, those who know, know. If you wear a cosplay glove on your hand, not to mention manipulating other things, just swiping a phone is quite a hassle.
"Since that's the case, why don't you tell me about the character you're playing? Let Grandpa understand your young people's art too."
"Of course, Grandpa, no problem!"
... "Ding! Detected Host role-playing Lingsha. Now rewarding Host with the Golden Scale Burning Rhinoceros lineage of medical arts, a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's license, and the special ability—Enhanced Sense of Smell."
The so-called Golden Scale Burning Rhinoceros lineage of medical arts refers to special medical techniques such as acupuncture, incense fumigation, and moxibustion. In terms of Traditional Chinese Medicine, these are also relatively traditional medical techniques. Of course, this lineage of medical arts naturally includes other basic elements.
Additionally, compared to the medical arts in the game, the medical arts granted by the system have been localized and optimized. The so-called Golden Scale Burning Rhinoceros is just a faction name; essentially, it is still Traditional Chinese Medicine.
And in this transformed appearance, Mo Yu went directly to his grandfather's clinic to practice.
Initially, the old man was still a bit uneasy, but when he briefly tested Mo Yu on some medical knowledge, Mo Yu answered fluently. Afterward, when Mo Yu even produced his practitioner's license, the old man was completely convinced, even shedding tears.
"Heaven has opened its eyes! Our Old Mo family's medical arts are finally being passed down!"
Looking at his grandfather like that, Mo Yu could only scratch his cheek and smile faintly, secretly thanking the system in his heart. He knew that the inheritance of medical arts was a long-standing worry for his grandfather.
He looked as if he had come to terms with it, but if he really had, his relationship with his father wouldn't have been so strained. Yes, this was also why he chose to return to his hometown; in a sense, it was also his father's task, a way to make up for some of his father's shortcomings.
However, though it was called practicing, in reality—how could the old man bear to let his precious grandson get hands-on? Besides, he was also slightly distrustful of Mo Yu's medical skills, somewhat worried that Mo Yu would tarnish their family's reputation.
Although—he actually understood that having a practitioner's license meant his grandson was fully capable of working independently, seeing his "beautiful as a flower" grandson, he still couldn't bear it. In fact, it was the same when Mo Yu used to assist the old man.
Old people are like that; even for small matters, they always worry about their grandchildren getting tired.
He would always chatter about how difficult it was for his grandson to go to university, how difficult it was for him alone in the big city, which made Mo Yu feel a bit helpless and amused. He could only chat with the old man and cheer him up.
However, despite the old man doting on Mo Yu so much, Mo Yu finally got the chance to work independently.
"Old Man Mo, my old lady suddenly fell and fainted! Come quickly and take a look!"
A phone call suddenly came in, and the urgent and anxious voice of his friend on the other end made the old man's expression serious.
"Did you call 120?"
"I did, I did, but we're still worried! Please come quickly and take a look!"
For the elderly in the village, they often rely on certain things, and the caller was also an old friend of the old man, deeply convinced of his medical skills. At this moment, he completely regarded him as a lifeline.
"Alright, alright, I'll be right there."
Hanging up the phone, the old man immediately slung the medical kit over his shoulder, ready to leave.
"Do you need me to come along and help?"
Mo Yu poked his head out, asking with concern.
"You should stay in the clinic. It just so happens you've always wanted to practice independently, so Grandpa is leaving this place to you."
The old man shook his head and patted Mo Yu's shoulder. At this moment, Mo Yu felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been placed upon him...