Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1383, page 1370: Yin Feng's Amazing Adventure (Part Two)

This is a table for six people.

Four people were already seated, and two seats on one side were empty.

Luo Wanliang told Yin Feng to move to the middle, while he himself sat on the outside.

Yin Feng sat down with his tray, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Wait, what kind of fitness center is this?

There aren't that many muscular men in the gym.

The man opposite me was a broad and thick-skinned strongman.

He had broad shoulders, a chest like a solid wall, and well-defined muscles on his arms, like a boulder sculpted by a river over a long period of time, thick and sturdy.

The room was wide enough to fit two people, so one person occupied two seats.

It looks very intimidating, but it's not difficult to approach.

When Yin Feng sat down, he smiled at him. He had a dark face, but his smile had a kind of simple and honest quality.

The man to his left was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and appeared to be of normal build, only slightly muscular.

But when raising his arms and turning around, the undulation of his muscles is as smooth and natural as the tides, showing an efficient and restrained aesthetic of movement.

This person was cold and arrogant. He only glanced at Yin Feng, as if his whole mind was focused on the food.

One person was guarding three large plates of food, eating with both hands and head down.

There was another person next to the aisle. His frame wasn't particularly broad, but every inch of his bones was tightly covered with plump muscle fibers, like tenacious vines wrapped around rocks.

This made him look exceptionally lean, as if all his weight was pure strength, without a trace of redundancy.

He nodded and smiled when he saw Yin Feng; his smile was very approachable.

The man to Yin Feng's left was a giant, a head taller than Yin Feng. When Yin Feng sat down next to him, it was as if he were sitting in the shadow cast by a small hill.

This man had a thick neck, fists like earthenware pots, a shaved head, and a fierce and menacing look.

When Yin Feng turned his head, he felt as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger, and he trembled with fear.

But upon closer inspection, one could see a gentleness in his eyes that contrasted sharply with his physique, as if his fingers, capable of easily bending steel bars, were carefully twirling a small flower.

To the right of Yin Feng is Luo Wanliang.

A six-person table was packed full of five burly men and Yin Feng.

Yin Feng, standing in the middle, felt like a little kid who had wandered into a land of giants, so he huddled up to minimize his presence.

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move at all.

However, Luo Wanliang also crossed the peak and chatted with the giant on his left.

"Luo Zitong, pass me the chili peppers. How did you grow so tall? You're twenty and you're still growing."

The giant on the left casually picked up the jar of chili peppers and handed it over, replying in a muffled voice, "How would I know? You can eat and sleep well, that's all. You kid don't sleep every day, staying up all night won't help you grow taller."

Yin Feng shrank his neck, feeling aggrieved.

You two can talk if you want, pass things if you want, but why are you doing it on other people's heads?

Do people who are 1.78 meters tall have no human rights?

As the two of them were talking, the broad, burly man opposite them suddenly looked up and glanced at them.

Then he picked up a chicken leg from the plate, opened his mouth wide, and slurped it down in one go.

Holding the lone chicken bone, he tapped it on the table and said, "You two cowards, just eat your food and stop talking nonsense."

Luo Wanliang and the giant named Luo Zitong immediately quieted down, shutting their mouths and burying their heads in their food.

Wow, that's impressive! So intimidating. It seems the kind and burly man on the other side has a lot of influence.

As Yin Feng was pondering this, he noticed the other two people opposite him were secretly laughing.

The rather capable-looking man nudged him with his elbow, "Brother Cai, don't bother with them. What's the use of being that tall? They're like telephone poles, constantly banging their heads against doorframes. They're already a bit slow, and the more they bump into each other, the slower they get. We're fine as we are, so what if we're 1.7 meters tall? 1.7 meters isn't a disability..."

The burly man glared at him and said, "Get lost, you're a blockhead too."

Yin Feng was watching the show from across the way, barely suppressing a laugh.

He could see it clearly; the leaner one was slightly taller than the wider one, just a tiny bit, about two or three centimeters.

But that's still high.

The one in the t-shirt didn't say a word, just buried his head in his food, as if the meal was more important than anything else.

Seeing this made Yin Feng even hungrier, so he quickly lowered his head and ate.

First, a bite of stir-fried celery, then a bite of braised pork, then a bite of shredded pork with garlic sauce, then a bite of spicy chicken—freshly cooked food is always delicious.

I couldn't stop eating it, one bite after another.

Gradually, he stopped caring about anything around him and focused solely on the food.

I could only vaguely sense that people were rising and falling around me, constantly getting up and sitting down.

He tried very hard to finish the last bite of braised pork with rice on his plate.

Yin Feng slumped back in his seat and let out a heavy burp.

He himself found it amazing that he had managed to finish such a large plate.

Then, a bowl of mung bean soup was placed in front of him.

"Here, have a sip of soup to help you relax."

Yin Feng looked up and saw the broad, burly man opposite him.

Yin Feng thanked him, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.

It's cool and sweet, quite delicious.

Then, her face turned red.

The burly men at the table had all finished eating and were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Besides the one in the t-shirt, there were two people tending to two plates, but the food on the plates had already changed once, or even several times.

"Young man, are you full? Feel free to ask for more, we'll make sure you're full."

Yin Feng quickly shook his head, "I'm full, really full... *burp*"

As if to prove it, he let out another burp.

This drew a burst of laughter.

"Little kid, why are you only eating so little? Your appetite is so poor. Is something on your mind?" The giant Luo Zitong said with a smile, and even patted Yin Feng's shoulder affectionately.

With a thud, Yin Feng almost fell off his chair.

"Go easy on him, kid," the burly man scolded, then looked at Luo Wanliang. "Is this young man a relative of yours? You dropped out of high school and are planning to come work? If you can study, you should. You can work anytime. Sharpening your axe won't delay your work."

He was ostensibly speaking to Luo Wanliang, but he was actually speaking to Yin Feng, with a hint of earnest advice.

Yin Feng was speechless, and quietly raised one hand, "Um, I'm a sophomore."

"Huh?" The burly man suddenly turned his head, looked Yin Feng up and down, and smirked, "Don't tease me, kid, you look no more than sixteen or seventeen. Don't tell me you look young."

Yin Feng nodded, his tone filled with pride, "I am indeed seventeen, and I am indeed a sophomore. I took the college entrance examination early when I was sixteen. I was just planning to give it a try, but I didn't realize that I had become the top science student in the province."

click!
There was silence.

Even the guy in the t-shirt stopped eating; all five of them, with ten eyes, were staring intently at Yin Feng.

I was a little embarrassed when Yin Feng saw it.

He touched his face and chuckled sheepishly, "What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

wrong?

Something's not right.

This is a group of academic underachievers who didn't even get into high school.

I never knew that the college entrance examination could be taken earlier than scheduled.

This kid in front of me not only took the college entrance exam early, but also became the top scorer in the province.

They had seen top scorers in the college entrance examination and top scorers in the city, on TV. Every year, there were such people, causing a sensation throughout the city. They would be adorned with big red flowers and appear on TV and in newspapers.

Students from Tsinghua, Peking, Jiaotong, and Fudan Universities come knocking on our door, begging us to enroll. They offer tuition waivers, scholarships, and sponsorships.

A large red banner has been hanging at the school gate for two months.

The house was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums as a grand feast was held.

Scenery.

This is only the top scorer in the city.

What are the characteristics of the top provincial scorers?

No matter what they are like, they are all people to look up to in the eyes of these academic underachievers.

Anyway, Luo Wanliang definitely doesn't have any relatives like that.

Luo Wanliang was quite oblivious, only remembering to introduce himself at this point.

Pointing to Yin Feng, he said, "This is Yin Feng, a new guy from the lab. He's on vacation today and has nowhere to go, so he's hanging out with me."

Yin Feng nodded, inwardly complaining.

Yeah, I was almost scared to death by speeding, and then I was almost scared to death by a big goose. I threw hay at them all morning and the goose kept making a racket. It was really fun.

Then Luo Wanliang pointed to the broad, burly man and introduced him: "Brother Luo Qingcai, he's the leader of our group."

Luo Qingcai glared at him and said, "Get lost! What boss are you? Are you in the underworld?"

After saying that, he pointed to himself and reintroduced himself, "Luo Qingcai, head of the agricultural production department at Qingyin." Then he pointed to Luo Wanliang, "Luo Wanliang, he is the head of the field team in the production department."

Then, pointing to the giant, he said, "Luo Zitong, head of the aquatic products group."

Then, pointing to the capable-looking man, he said, "Qian Xiaoqi, head of the technical support team in the production department, flies drones."

Finally, pointing to the one in the t-shirt, he said, "Bo Zhihong, intern, good-for-nothing."

Upon hearing this, Bo Zhihong raised his fist menacingly.

Luo Qingcai raised his hand and bumped into him, making a loud thud that sounded very powerful.

But neither of them swayed, so it seems they play like this often.

Yin Feng then noticed that Bo Zhihong's fist was flat in the front, and his knuckles were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

After the introductions were finished, Luo Qingcai looked at Yin Feng, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Ah, I remember now, you're the genius our boss personally invited, right? They say you're incredibly talented, one in a hundred million."

Yin Feng was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

But I feel so good inside.

Trying hard to suppress the involuntary upturn of her lips, she nodded slightly, "It was indeed Mr. Luo who came to find me and asked me to give it a try first."

"Oh my, what a talented young man!" A pair of large hands grabbed Yin Feng's shoulders across the table with a bang.

A dark, large face appeared before Yin Feng's eyes.

"Um...hehe, young man, um...hehe...do you know trigonometric functions?"

Yin Feng: "...Yes."

boom!boom!
Yin Feng grinned.

The burly, dark-skinned man chuckled sheepishly, "Help me with a math problem, trigonometric functions are too difficult..."

His face, with its sharp, angular features and fierce appearance, was plastered with a smile, a smile that was almost obsequious.

Is this what they call "gap moe" (cuteness born from unexpected contrast)?
Yin Feng couldn't help but laugh...
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Yin Feng was surrounded by a group of burly men as he left the cafeteria, like a star being surrounded by the moon.

Turn the corner and head straight for the small building next door.

Yin Feng only saw it after he stood up.

Luo Qingcai is the shortest, only 1.7 meters tall.

Qian Xiaoqi next to him must be 1.75 meters tall.

Luo Shaotong is a giant; he looks almost two meters tall.

It's alright, it's alright. Although Luo Qingcai is short, he's very broad, like a wall, which is very intimidating.

Walking among the crowd, Yin Feng felt like a little chick.

I was trembling with fear.

Upon arriving at the small building, I pushed open the door.

Yin Feng seemed to have entered another world.

The first thing that catches the eye is the water bar that occupies the entire right wall. It's not an ordinary tea room, but a very professional one.

On the ebony bar counter, the espresso machine gleamed with a metallic sheen, while cold brew pots, shakers, and colorful syrup bottles were neatly arranged beside it.

Behind that, there's another wall of various condiments and tea canisters.

A large double-door refrigerator stands to the side.

It's big enough to open a milk tea shop.

Moreover, it is decorated exceptionally beautifully.

The bar and backdrop are decorated with paintings: terraced fields, the sun, an old cow grazing, fish leaping in a golden river, and two colorful egrets playing in the water.

Beautiful rural scenery.

A row of bar stools in front of the bar is decorated with small animal shapes, which are quirky and cute.

Yin Feng recognized it at a glance; the cat-head design had been used to release many similar merchandise items.

However, they were mostly plush toys, pillows, and keychains; I've never seen a high stool before.

Luo Wanliang proudly boasted that they had built the water bar themselves.

Qian Xiaoqi rushed in, shouting that he wanted to show off his new skill of making Australian white coffee.

Then I got a middle finger in return.

Luo Zitong was still bending over and talking to Yin Feng about how Qian Xiaoqi was addicted to coffee and was wasting those coffee beans all day long. He said that the coffee he made was terrible, and that everything tasted like dishwater.

Then, across from the water bar, there were many beanbag chairs scattered on the ground, a large TV hanging on the wall, and several game consoles on the TV cabinet.

Next to the gaming area is a dark green pool table.

Luo Wanliang boasted that they made it themselves.

The gaming area and the billiards area were separated by a snack cabinet.

The snack cabinet was very simple, just like the kind of shelves in supermarkets, five stories high.

Four of them were placed back to back.

These shelves aren't very aesthetically pleasing, but they have one advantage: they can hold a lot.

It was piled high with all kinds of snacks, with a whole layer of instant noodles alone.

It's like a supermarket.

How simple and unpretentious!

However, Luo Qingcai and his group surrounded Yin Feng but did not play video games or billiards.

Instead, we went to an area next to the water bar.

This is the reading area, with bookshelves on three sides enclosing a space, and a long table and soft chairs in the middle.

No need to ask, they did it themselves.

The bookshelf was full of books. Yin Feng glanced at it and found that there were legendary story collections and books on weaponry, as well as various novels, professional books, and even university textbooks.

There are also the truly legendary journals of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

Can these things just be displayed and flipped around at will?

A young man sat in the corner, holding a large easel, completely covering himself.

Finally, finally I see someone who isn't a muscular man.

Luo Qingcai and the others greeted each other casually.

The young man didn't say anything, he just nodded.

She seems very introverted.

Luo Qingcai and the others didn't pay any attention and crowded around to help Yin Feng sit down in a chair.

Then a huge pile of... test papers appeared in front of him.

No, there are video game consoles and a pool table here, aren't you going to play?
Besides, you're all at work.

Why are you still... doing a test?

What kind of hobby is this? Are you really that dedicated?
Looking at those test papers again, half of them were math, and the rest were physics, chemistry, biology, and English.

There really are trigonometric functions, as well as solid geometry, sets, sequences, and the like.

It's basically the same stuff from high school.

Math is great, but if you don't know math, you just don't know it.

Unfortunately, Yin Feng majored in both mathematics and computer science, and had only taken the college entrance examination less than two years ago, so he was very good at these things.

They take it and start explaining, making it easy to understand, humorous, detailed, and entertaining.

They're all around the same age and use the same jokes.

Luo Qingcai and his men listened with rapt attention, exclaiming in amazement, "Hahaha, I've got it!"

In no time, more and more people gathered around, praising Yin Feng as if he were a god.

"If you ask me, Yin Feng should be the teacher. He's much better at teaching than Brother Pi."

“Yin Feng is the top scorer, the top scorer. How can Pi Ge, who only graduated from a mediocre second-tier university, compare?”

“Brother Pi doesn’t know it either. He’s forgotten it all. I’ve seen him secretly learning it online several times. He learns it at noon and then explains it to us in the evening.”

"Did he explain it clearly?"

"I can't explain it..."

Pi Luyang: ...Achoo! Who's praising me behind my back?
Yin Feng found it all quite novel.

"No, you guys still have classes?"

"Yeah, right," the people around them said in unison. "We have to go to class every night, one hour a day, one subject a day, and then there's an exam at the end of the semester. And the teachers are all mediocre. It's so tough for us."

"So, Brother Yinfeng, why don't you give us a lesson? We all think you're the best."

Amidst the eager anticipation and blinking eyes of a group of burly, tall, and muscular men with dark faces, the scene unfolded.

Yin Feng gradually lost himself.

Hahaha, a bunch of weaklings who can't even do high school math...

(End of this chapter)