Chapter 2 I Want to Be a Teacher! (Part 1)

  That girl also knew it was strange to go home with a stranger and ask him to be her teacher, which was really abrupt... No, it should be said that it was unbelievable. Looking at Ling Fei, who seemed to have been hit by a falling brick from the sky, and finding that the brick had an extraordinary expression like a UFO, the girl bit her lip tightly... "I know... this may be hard for you to accept, but I went to the bar just to meet the new teacher... but didn't expect..."

  Ling Fei had regained his composure, grabbed a bottle of beer, and with a flick of his thumb, the cap flew off. The girl watching couldn't close her mouth in surprise. Ling Fei took a small sip before realizing how dull and uninteresting his life was. Being a substitute teacher for the people wasn't bad either.

  "Alright, tell me, what makes you think you can find a complete stranger to be your teacher...? Aren't you afraid I might be a bad person?"

  The girl shook her head, revealing a pure and genuine smile: "I know you're not a bad person... As for the reason... If you promise me, I'll tell you..." The innocent smile deeply touched Ling Fei's heart, and for a moment, he even thought he had returned to three years ago, that happy time...

  Ke Lingfei knew that his soul had already been deeply branded with indelible stains, while the girl was as pure as an angel. Lingfei didn't want his own filth to tarnish her, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The girl looked at Lingfei innocently, while he drank beer from his hand, one mouthful after another.

  Suddenly, Ling Fei stood up and casually put the empty wine bottle on the ground, shaking his head: "I won't go... I'm living a good life, why do I have to go teach? Looking for trouble?"

  The girl was momentarily stunned, but she looked at Ling Fei firmly: "Sorry... for disturbing you, but... I won't give up until I find the right person..." As she spoke, the girl took out a business card from her pocket and gently placed it on the desk lamp beside her...

  The girl had been gone for a long time before Ling Fei let out a mouthful of turbid air, picked up the business card, and couldn't help but laugh. The card had Juan Xiu's small handwriting on it, apparently written by the girl herself...

  "The eighth high school, music teacher Murong Shimei..." After reading this line of small words, a strange idea rose in my heart: "If I really become a teacher, will she think I'm sloppy?"

  He touched his own face, and for the first time in three years, Ling Fei started to care about his appearance. He hastily ran to the mirror that was already covered with a layer of rust and some spider webs...

  Brushing a head of long hair to reveal a clear and delicate face, this is Ling Fei's pride, but it can also be said that it is the biggest flaw in his life, lovely doll-like face...

  Ling Fei had been troubled by this face for a long time, and at the age of 26, he was still being called "young man" when going out, which his self-esteem could not allow.

  Ling Fei had to learn from some "rugged" old men, grew a goatee, used his long hair to cover his eyes, only revealing the beard that proved he had experienced many hardships...

  Ling Fei let out a bitter laugh, pulled out the long-unused "True Man" razor from the trash heap, moistened it with some cold water, and began to shave his beard with a few swift strokes...

  The next evening, in front of the Kunhua Nightclub, a man wearing a sleeveless vest, large pants, and a pair of low-quality slippers stood hesitantly at the entrance. A doorman, seeing his attire, felt a wave of disgust and walked up to him, shouting: "Where did this beggar come from? Go ask for food on the other side! This isn't a place you can come to..." But when the doorman took a closer look at the man's face, he was stunned. The man had rosy lips, white teeth, and a head of long, smooth hair that fell onto his shoulders, with eyes that occasionally flashed with a cold light.

  That tender and delicate doll-like face had already diluted the chill in his eyes to almost nothing, the gatekeeper only slightly stunned, then recovered, but in his heart he was discontentedly muttering:

  "What a good face, wasted on him..." This man was Ling Fei. Ling Fei came to Kun Hua Nightclub not for fun, but to find Zheng Dong. The doorman spoke impolitely, and he almost scolded him loudly, but thinking of his purpose, he straightened up and said friendly: "Ah... can you call out Zheng Dong? I have something to ask him..."

  The door child was taken aback, originally with a few points of disdain in his heart. Upon hearing that this slovenly dressed man was looking for the big boss, he thought to himself that it might be some beggar coming to curry favor. His face suddenly turned dark: "You beggar, do you think our big boss is someone you can meet? Don't you go ask around first? Even the mayor wants to see our big boss, they have to make an appointment in advance. You don't even take a look at your own behavior."

  Even a clay man has three points of fire, let alone the notoriously overbearing Ling Fei? Ling Fei swung his big hand and slapped the door boy's face.

  Meng Tong hadn't even had time to speak when he felt his cheek being hit like a train, and his eyes went dark. He spat out several teeth, covering his face with his hands. He felt like his face was already swollen to the size of a steamed bun. The scorching pain left him breathless, and it took him a long time to recover. Stammering, he said: "You... you dare hit me?"

  Ling Fei slowly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "You try saying that again?"

  The doorman had been working at the Kunhua nightclub for a few years and had developed a somewhat arrogant attitude, suddenly shouting: "I'm telling you, your mother is a bitch!" Bang! The manager of the nightclub was in the middle of training new staff when he heard the sound of shattering glass. He turned to see the doorman clutching his stomach, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, and the entrance door of the Kunhua Nightclub had been smashed to pieces. Even the aluminum alloy door frame had been deformed.

  He was startled at once, looking at Ling Fei walking in slowly on the broken glass, knowing that this person was not easy to mess with. He smiled and welcomed him, without even looking at the doorman who had already fainted, and lowered his posture:

  "Hello, sir. What service do you need?" Ling Fei stopped pretending to be a civilized person: "I need your mom! Get Zheng Dong out for me!" The security guard had already arrived upon hearing the news, holding a baton and looking at Ling Fei with an unfriendly expression.

  The hall manager saw the security guard coming and his tone was slightly harsh: "Sir, if you are here to consume, then you are our God, but if you are here to pick a fight..."

  The manager of the hall paused for a moment, and the implication was obvious: "You'd better be more careful, or we'll throw you out..."

  Ling Fei looked at the hall manager with interest, and said in a leisurely tone: "I don't hit women, you get out of here..." The hall manager's face turned red with anger, and he shouted back:

  "You're a piece of work! You really don't know what's good for you!" A tall security guard responded, and with a pretentious air, the group of security guards, stretching their limbs, surrounded Ling Fei.

  Ling Fei snorted disdainfully: "A group of grasshoppers, daring to jump around in front of me... Truly ignorant of life and death..." The security guard, Xiao Chen, bellowed: "Break his legs, see if he still dares to be arrogant!"

  As he spoke, Little Chen's baton swiftly swung towards Ling Fei, who lightly grasped his wrist. A knee strike landed on Little Chen's stomach, making him feel like a pile driver had brutally pounded his belly several times.

  Almost threw up the little milk he drank from his mother just now, and started dry vomiting on the ground.

  Ling Fei swung his arm back and struck another security guard's temple with an elbow strike. The guard instantly collapsed to the ground,

  Suddenly, Ling Fei felt a whistling wind sound coming from beside his ear, knowing that another security guard's baton had arrived. He slightly lowered his head to dodge the blow, then jerked up his head and grabbed the guard's ear, using his own head to make intimate contact with the guard's head.

  Just a brief encounter and three people were knocked down, the remaining two security guards couldn't help but hesitate, thinking that they wouldn't be enough for them to beat up.

  Just then, Zheng Dong rushed down in a flurry, and the manager of the hall hurried to greet him. Before he could speak, "slap!"

  A loud slap landed on the manager's face, and Zheng Dong scolded him severely: "What did I raise you for? To offend people for me? You blind thing! Get out of my sight immediately!" After that, he ignored the manager.

  He hastily walked up to Ling Fei and bowed his head: "Brother Fei, I didn't know you were coming, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm so sorry..."

  Ling Fei waved his hand impatiently: "Stop pretending to be a fool, I have something to discuss with you, let's find a quiet place..." Meanwhile, the two security guards were already scared silly. Who was this young man? Not only did the big boss personally greet him, but he also seemed to treat him like a younger brother.

  Two security guards looked like they were about to collapse, afraid that Ling Fei would get angry and pinch them to death. When Ling Fei walked past the two of them, he stopped in his tracks. Zheng Dong thought Ling Fei was going to punish them, so he hastily came over, a flattering smile on his face, and tentatively said:

  "Brother Fei, are you...?" Ling Fei didn't even glance at him, using his hand to push away that annoyingly smiling face, and smiled at the two security guards instead; "Good job, young man, keep it up..."

  Two security guards, as if they had been granted a great amnesty, nodded and bowed to send off Ling Fei and Zheng Dong. They then wiped the cold sweat from their faces, secretly thinking that it was a narrow escape. Meanwhile, the manager of the hall, who had just been slapped, stood there stupidly, hesitating about whether or not to pack up his things and leave.

  He went up to the fourth floor office, and Ling Fei sat on the sofa with a big smile. Zheng Dong hurriedly handed him a cigar, and when he saw Zheng Dong's approaching flame, he seemed to think of something, hesitated for a moment, and put down the cigar.

  Looking at Zheng Dong, he said word by word: "I want to be a teacher..."