Chapter 15: Watching Ge's Pickup Techniques

  Ling Fei walked out of the bathroom, opened the antique refrigerator, and found that it was no longer as messy as before. The dishes and meat were neatly arranged, with strict requirements for what could be placed together and what couldn't. Ling Fei naturally knew this was Mi Yue's doing, and he smiled to himself. He closed the top shelf, took out a bottle of beer from the bottom, opened it, and sat on the couch. Scanning the room that was no longer cluttered and messy, but instead exceptionally clean, he felt a sense of comfort. Smiling, he turned on the TV and thought to himself: "This time, I reckon there will be some trouble again. The three families won't give up easily."

  Thinking of the three families, Ling Fei's head began to throb with pain. Suddenly, a face flashed in his mind; "Shen Qingyu, I wonder how she is doing, should... still be alive?" He chuckled sarcastically and muttered to himself; "Whether she's alive or not has nothing to do with me, I'd better think about how to deal with those school hooligans first. Tomorrow, I'll go to school to take care of Chu Feng that hooligan... it's been a month since he didn't come back, wonder what happened to him."

  Thinking of school things, Ling Fei let out a loud belch, and then chugged the beer in his hand, before falling asleep on the sofa...

  ……

  The next morning, Ling Fei was still asleep, only to feel a pair of icy small hands pinching his face. He opened his eyes drowsily and saw Lin Ling's small face slowly appearing in front of him. At this moment, Lin Ling pouted, knelt on the sofa, and pinched Ling Fei's face. Seeing Ling Fei wake up, Lin Ling hummed: "Bad uncle, not seeing Little Ling for a month, not taking care of Little Ling, Little Ling won't play with you anymore!"

  Ling Fei flipped over, got up from the sofa, scratched his somewhat messy hair, and looked at Lin Ling with a very gentle gaze; "Little Ling, Uncle will play with you tonight, but I still have to go to work today!" After speaking, Ling Fei stretched lazily, stood up, smacked his lips, and saw Mi Yue busy in the kitchen; "Mi Yue, good morning." Mi Yue didn't even lift her head, focusing on chopping vegetables; "En, good morning, hurry up and wash your face, dinner will be ready soon, Ke'er is still sleeping, I'll go call her later."

  Ling Fei smiled slightly, and suddenly felt a hint of reluctance to leave this home. He thought to himself, "Actually, living like this isn't so bad..." However, he immediately suppressed this terrifying idea. Just then, Sima Ke'er walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, and Ling Fei caught a glimpse of her - she was still wearing his own sleep robe. The loose-fitting robe on her body seemed to be on the verge of falling off at any moment, her hair was slightly disheveled, one hand was rubbing her eyes, and her shoulders were exposed... She looked like a living embodiment of spring. Ling Fei forcibly pulled his gaze back, silently reciting "burning small universe" in his mind, focusing his attention inward, closing his heart's eye...

  A moment later, Ling Fei finally suppressed the two hot air currents in his nose and thought to himself: "I have to get out of here, I must leave." With that, he headed towards the bathroom, hastily washed his face a few times, brushed his teeth, and casually shaved his beard. He then rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed a black sweater and put it on, still wearing Qin Shang's pants. His own pants had been shot through by bullets and were stained with blood, so Bing Xin had thrown them away. Ling Fei was still sore about that for a long time...

  After washing up, Ling Fei plopped down on the sofa with a thud and took one look at Sima Ke'er, who still had that signature "dazed" expression of someone who'd just woken up. He pretended to remind her, "Cough cough, shouldn't you wash your face...and change clothes?"

  Simakouer glanced at Ling Fei, suddenly realizing she was almost as transparent as him. She let out a sharp shriek that could shatter glass, startling Linling who was playing with his hair and Mi Yue who was cooking.

  Ling Fei rummaged through his ears, and became even more determined to leave this place. He coughed and said, "Go wash your face, Mi Yue, don't prepare lunch for me, I'll eat on my way to work." After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two to respond, he patted Lin Ling's head; "Little Ling be good, Uncle is going to work..."

  After finishing, Ling Fei hastily left the house door, and with a bang, closed the door, leaving only his hand grasping the kitchen knife. Mi Yue, who had just chased to the living room, and a dazed Sima Ke'er, stared at each other in dismay...

  ……

  Ling Fei stormed out of the door, and the first thing he did was to fling the bicycle key away with a loud curse. "Damn this bike!" Fortunately, it was early in the morning and there weren't many people around, just some elderly joggers who gave Ling Fei strange looks before continuing their run towards the outside of the residential area.

  Ling Fei walked a few steps forward, getting angrier by the minute. Originally, after coming downstairs, he subconsciously reached for his bicycle key, but as usual, he found that his bike, which he had only ridden once, was still left alone in the school parking lot.

  Thinking of this, Ling Fei was so angry that he couldn't help but make a secret decision in his heart: "Damn it, those little rabbits, today I'll reform you!"

  Walked to the entrance of the community, kicked the street lamp in front of the community gate hard, and the street lamp shook violently. Looking at the swaying street lamp, the evil fire in my heart also decreased a lot. I blew away the scattered hair covering my eyes and hummed: "Move forward... move forward..."

  ……

  In front of the eighth middle school, students laughed and surged into the campus. The quiet campus, lively students, wove a beautiful picture. Perhaps some people think it's beautiful, but others think this is hell.

  A middle-aged man sat in a restaurant not far from the school gate, looking at the school gate through the glass with a pair of eyes shining with a desolate light under his glasses. This person was none other than the middle-aged man who had seen Ling Fei and Xiao Yuyun eating last time. At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to be hesitating, and the small dishes in front of him were not moving. At this time, there were also many students sitting in the restaurant, most of whom were eating with their heads down, ready to go to school after finishing their meal.

  The middle-aged man coldly swept his gaze around the surrounding people, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly stood up, saying in a voice that only he could hear: "Third class... you owe me, I've come to collect!"

  After muttering to himself, the middle-aged man took out a red bill from his brown long gown and threw it on the table, faintly shouting "Check!" before walking out of the restaurant towards the school.

  It was only six o'clock in the morning, and there were still many students strolling around the artificial lake on campus. The artificial hills beside the lake hid couples who took advantage of this rare opportunity to be intimate. Although the eighth high school did not interfere much with the romance between students, it would not approve of it either. If caught, they would inevitably receive a scolding. Therefore, the artificial hills beside the lake naturally became one of the few sacred places for secret trysts.

  The peaceful atmosphere in the fake mountain group was suddenly broken by a very annoying voice, shouting: "Damn it, Chu Feng this piece of crap, afraid of the teacher just say afraid of the teacher, still pretending to be nervous, harming us from having fun yesterday." Another relatively low-pitched voice echoed: "Yes... that's right."

  These two voices belonged to Jiang Xingxiao and Wang Chen of Class 3. Jiang Xingxiao was swaggering along the winding path among the artificial hills, while Wang Chen followed behind him with his head lowered. Some couples whose romantic mood had been ruined by Jiang Xingxiao's presence merely seethed in silence, not daring to speak out against him. After all, Class 3 had a notorious reputation, and even some of the older students didn't want to make enemies of them.

  Jiang Xingxiao casually found a flat stone and sat down, with one foot on the stone and his head raised. Wang Chen immediately understood and handed him a cigarette, which he lit. Jiang Xingxiao took a satisfying drag, looking at the couple sitting three meters away on another rock. His eyes lit up as he saw that the girl was none other than Duan Yafei, ranked third in their private "flower chart".

  Jiang Xingxiao originally had some thoughts about Lin Yuqiao, but Chu Feng's strong pursuit undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Jiang Xingxiao. Helpless, he could only shift his eyes to the so-called Flower Rankings, and Ya Fei was one of his targets.

  At this moment, Duan Yafei and a handsome young man were sitting together, both of them seemed to be reserved. The young man wanted to hold Duan Yafei's hand, but his outstretched hand had not touched Duan Yafei when it suddenly withdrew as if electrified.

  Jiang Xingxiao scolded the cowardly man, and Duan Yafei's head was almost buried in her chest. The boy didn't seem to have any reaction, Jiang Xingxiao touched his own chin. In fact, Jiang Xingxiao wasn't bad-looking, with a short haircut and a square face that made him look somewhat stern but still handsome, except for the acne on his face that made him look rather unsavory.

  Jiang Xingxiao jumped up from the stone, handed over the half-smoked cigarette to Wang Chen beside him, and smiled; "Kid, learn something, watch how I pick up chicks." Wang Chen hastily nodded, retreated a few steps, and watched as Jiang Xingxiao walked towards Duan Yafei and that boy with a strange smile.