Chapter Twelve Constipation

  The sudden appearance of Feng Wu did not bring much discomfort to Ling Fei, and Feng Wu's death also did not make Ling Fei feel anything. He knew that the blood on the hands of the organization members was enough to kill them a million times!

  Ling Fei walked with a lazy pace, blowing the cold night wind, under the illumination of the only audience, the street lamp, softly humming: "Move forward, move forward, there are many national heroes..."

  Back in the Pingmin Hutong apartment complex, he opened the door and Ling Fei hastily pulled out a bottle of Qingdao beer from what seemed to be an antique refrigerator left over from the Tang Dynasty. He savored a sip, murmuring softly: "Since ancient times, Qingdao has been renowned for its beauty, entrancing countless wine enthusiasts..."

  She coughed lightly, looked at the flower name list that had just been casually thrown onto the sofa, brushed off some dust from it, opened it and slowly read on. It wasn't so bad if she hadn't looked, but the more she looked, the more horrified she became, to the point where the beer in her hand almost slipped out...

  Ling Fei's lips trembled slightly as he slowly spat out two words: "Top quality..."

  The class register recorded all the students' situations in school. The first page was Class Monitor Chu Feng, though he didn't know how Chu Feng had mixed his way into this position, but Ling Fei also knew it definitely wasn't anything good. Looking at Ling Fei's record which was filled with countless instances of truancy, early dismissal, fighting and brawling, Ling Fei furrowed his brow, flipping to the second page. The second page was Wang Jia Wen, the poor guy whose leg bone had almost been kicked into pieces by Ling Fei.

  Wang Jiawen's resume is in no way inferior to Ling Fei's. Smoking, drinking, fighting and even flirting with female classmates are all common occurrences...

  Ling Fei couldn't take it anymore when he saw Zhang Qiao Na, slamming the class roster shut with a loud thud. He was furious that the students didn't cherish their learning opportunities, and enraged that Zhang Qiao Na was actually the mistress of a certain underworld boss...

  Ling Fei slowly raised his head, pushed up the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, and muttered to himself: "Just watch, lost lambs, I will save you..."

  The next morning, Ling Fei got up early and looked at the stubble on his chin that had grown out a bit overnight. Without hesitation, he pulled out a razor and shaved it off, tidied up his hair, which was still shoulder-length but now looked neat and tidy, unlike its usual messy state. He sprayed some refreshing water into his mouth and checked to make sure there were no leftover vegetables from breakfast stuck between his teeth before nodding in satisfaction...

  After going downstairs, Ling Fei found an off-road bicycle parked downstairs with a sign on it that read "Ling Fei's..."

  Ling Fei thought for a moment and knew it must have been Zheng Dong who sent it. Ling Fei smiled as he took the key from the handlebars, nodding to himself in approval. The neighborhood's security had improved even further, with even bike keys being left out in the open without fear of theft...

  He didn't know that at least fifty members of the Night Wolf gang were guarding this off-road motorcycle worth just over a thousand yuan around him.

  Ling Fei jumped onto his bicycle, adjusted the gears, and slowly started pedaling. Only when he arrived at the school gate did he sadly realize that he hadn't even prepared his lesson plan or done any preparation...

  Looked at the time, now going back would undoubtedly be late, and the first class was Chinese class. Ling Fei had no choice but to grit his teeth and ride his bicycle into school, locking it up. He hurriedly ran to the head teacher's office...

  Hurry to push open the door, only Liu Feng himself was busy with something unknown. Ling Fei hastily said: "Teacher Liu, do you have a language textbook that I can borrow? The one from the teacher before, I don't know where it was put, yesterday... yesterday I even forgot to prepare lessons..."

  Liu Feng, with a mischievous look on his face, chuckled and said: "Little Ling, where did you run off to play? Next time remember to call your big brother, okay?" As he spoke, Liu Feng handed over a high school Chinese textbook.

  Ling Fei hastily took over, thanked him and rushed out. Liu Feng watched Ling Fei's energetic departure and sighed: "Alas, I'm old, if I were to go to a brothel now... there's no way I'd be as spirited as him the next day..."

  With a sigh, Liu Feng went back to whatever he was busy with...

  Ling Fei was moving at high speed in the corridor, and all the students and teachers who passed by only felt a gust of wind passing by. Ling Fei rushed to the door of Class 3 of Grade One, caught his breath, pushed open the door, and just as he did, the class bell rang, and Ling Fei finally put his mind at ease. If he were late for class again the next day, these students would be even less likely to obey him...

  Ling Fei smiled as he looked at the group of mischievous kids, who had revealed their true nature. Some were sleeping, some were eating snacks, and there were even those throwing paper balls!

  Ling Fei caught a thick wad of paper that had been thrown over, and with a stern gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on the students who were looking at him with disdain. Except for Jiang Xingxiao, whose face was pale, the other students basically ignored Ling Fei, who was standing in the doorway... Ling Fei carefully unwrapped the layers of paper to reveal many notes that were insults exchanged between students, such as: "Wang Chen! Spring Brother is going to explode your chrysanthemum!"

  "Chu Feng! Did you eat shit today?"

  The last one is a love letter, written to Lin Wan Shi who was not present, "Wan Shi, my love for you is like Superman's treatment of three-cornered pants. Without you, I won't be able to continue saving the earth! So! For the sake of the earth! Marry me!"

  Ling Fei suppressed the urge to drag each student out and give them a good beating, casually tossing the note outside the door. Forcing a few points of smile on his face, he stood on the podium: "Classmates, today I'll teach you all an unconventional lesson?"

  Although the students were still disdainful after hearing this, their curiosity drove them to quiet down and wait for Ling Fei's so-called new course...

  Ling Fei looked at the effect he had created with satisfaction and thought to himself: "It seems that reading that book on adolescent psychology wasn't a waste of time..."

  Ling Fei picked up the chalk and wrote three elegant big characters on the blackboard, "Thinker"...... The students were initially stunned, then someone couldn't help but laugh, and soon the whole classroom erupted in laughter...

  Ling Fei's face still had a faint smile on it, looking at the students who were laughing so hard that tears almost came out. Finally, under Chu Feng's gaze, the students in the class stopped smiling, but one or two coughs indicating that their throats hurt from laughing continued nonstop. Ling Fei grasped his pointer and pointed to these three words: "Lin Yue Qiao classmate, read these three words..."

  Lin Yueqiao stood up, suppressing a smile. "This is called The Thinker... Teacher, you wouldn't know, would you?..." Ling Fei chuckled and shook his head. "In this lesson, we're going to talk about The Thinker, a man sitting with one hand supporting his chin. This is one of the most famous sculptures in the world. It was created for The Gates of Hell, which were made for the Paris Museum of Decorative Arts. Originally, this sculpture was surrounded by some shallow reliefs, which were based on Dante's Divine Comedy. But do you know? There's a theory that it originated from the masses..."

  The students who were originally drowsy immediately perked up when they heard the rumor from the crowd, and put on a serious listening face. Ling Fei smiled and said: "Actually, his original body was not a thinking man, actually he was constipated, but was seen by people and then carved out..."

  When they heard this absurd statement, some boys couldn't help but burst out laughing, and even the girls couldn't help but giggle. Ling Fei showed off his eloquence, which he had honed from three years of being a low-ranking student, and exaggeratedly claimed that the thinker was actually a constipated person, making it sound like he was rewriting history. At the end of the class, after Ling Fei had tapped the blackboard several times, the students gradually calmed down, and this class also greatly improved their impression of Ling Fei. Except for some stubborn people, another group of students began to slowly accept Ling Fei. This was just the result of two days' effort; if the teacher who used to teach Class 3 saw it, he would probably be shocked to death.

  After all, young people are like that, and they naturally won't lack a playful mentality, let alone jealousy...

  Apart from Jiang Xingxiao, who knew that the gang had been destroyed and he no longer had any backing, after class, several other stubborn faction leaders gathered together. Chu Feng glanced at Wang Chen, who was engrossed in reading "Super Teacher", and suddenly called out, "Wang Chen! Come here!" Wang Chen, who was deeply absorbed in his book, was startled, and somewhat nervously put away the "Super Teacher" into his desk.

  "Chu Feng, you want to borrow my Super Teacher book?..." Wang Chen had always treasured this book and wasn't about to let someone else take it away. He glared at Chu Feng with a look of determination, as if daring him to try...

  Chu Feng smiled strangely and said: "I'm not going to rob you of your treasure, don't worry, I just want to see how that group of idiot students deal with their teacher... We might be able to learn from them..."

  Conspiracy, sprouting again...