Rebirth after the college entrance examination

Chapter 165 Don't Worry

Le Ning didn't think much of it, but the sentimental Xu Wanying's eyes welled up with tears.

One song, a hundred listeners, a thousand stories.

This is the last era in university where those who can play guitar, write poetry, and sing can stand out. In a few years, the title of "King of the Rift" will be determined by who can carry girls to higher ranks.

Zhou Ting glanced sideways at her daughter on the stage, her gaze intense, and sighed deeply.

She sang openly and confidently, and her expressions of love were three parts flamboyance and seven parts ease. Her family background was just so-so. Looking at her, she had to admit that Xia An was too attractive to girls, both in terms of appearance and temperament.

It made her somewhat nostalgic for her youthful days when she wore white dresses.

Touching her daughter's hair, Zhou Ting thought to herself, "We've already slept together, what else can I do..."

We had planned to have lunch together, but Xia An received two phone calls and had to leave.

Agnes Chow hosted a dinner party, and everyone from the small theater was invited.

However, the other members of the band were not close to LSP and took their leave one after another. Xu Wanying repeatedly declined, but Qi Buyang and the others dragged her to the restaurant.

"Auntie, let me tell you, Xia An is incredibly tough. If anyone bullies Le Ning, he'll just go up and smash a teacup in their face..."

"OK."

"Auntie, let me tell you, Xia An is incredibly talented. The projects she's worked on in the two months since she arrived have been praised to the very top..."

"Correct."

"Auntie, let him talk to you..."

Qi Buyang and Lu Yao chimed in, trying to make Xia An laugh, while Lu Fei, tongue-tied, could only chuckle and say "um, yes, right."

The atmosphere was lively.

Xu Wanying was at her wits' end, unsure how to praise Xia An. She glanced at Zhou Ting across the seat and silently sipped her tea.

In Xu Wanying's eyes, Le Ning's mother was definitely a woman of great wealth and beauty, elegant and dignified, with a commanding presence.

"You look like Sister Le Ning, you're so young."

Xu Wanying blushed deeply with embarrassment after blurting out her innermost thoughts.

Zhou Ting laughed and said, "Teacher Xu is younger and looks more like a student than the rest of them."

Everyone agreed, but no one noticed the subtle sarcasm in Zhou Ting's words. What kind of teacher would lead students in such a crazy game?

As the dishes were served one after another, Xu Wanying started to panic.

She had thought that since she wasn't teaching music theory, she was still a teacher and should pay for the meal herself, but... with so many dishes, how much would it cost?
Xia An took three hundred yuan from her last night, and her wallet is now practically empty.

Her little mouth pursed, and she sat there clutching the tablecloth with her fingers, looking so adorable that Lu Yao was completely mesmerized.

Zhou Ting keenly noticed the way the boy across the table was looking at her teacher, and she inwardly scoffed.

I remembered what I said to my daughter yesterday: before a man turns thirty, he has no other thoughts on his mind. That couldn't be more true.

During casual conversation at the dinner table, everyone spontaneously focused their attention on Xia An, who was absent.

Zhou Ting wasn't stupid; she knew these were Xia An's cronies. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she chatted briefly with the overly naive Teacher Xu about something else.

Being a teacher is not easy. Where is your hometown? and so on.

She asked, but Lu Yao, preemptively answering for his own little scheme, implied, "Look, Miss Xu, I know you so well. I've been watching you for a long time."

Xu Wanying didn't understand at first, but when she realized what it meant, the smile on her face gradually faded.

They've got their eyes on me again.

Embarrassed and ashamed, Xu Wanying's first thought was that she should change her style of dress and at least look more mature. These guys... really.

I was originally planning to help Xia An make a fortune by selling domain names, but this is at least saying a good thing about him, right?

This interruption made Xu Wanying want to leave as soon as possible; she didn't want to say another word.

Well, the conversation has gotten awkward. Zhou Ting shifted her attention to her daughter's best friend, who was clearly the only one not belonging to Xia An's camp.

Wang Yue chatted with Zhou Ting with a smile.

“I’m not a local either, but my dad bought a house last month and said he wants me to settle down in Binhai after I graduate. My family says there’s potential for development here.”

Zhou Ting asked, "Where did you buy the house?"

Wang Yue thought for a moment, "It seems to be called 'Sea Rhyme and Blue Sky,' but the location is a bit out of the way." ...

The first call Xia An received was from the sales office of Haiyun Lantian. The contract was sorted out, but the deed tax could not be paid on his behalf. They asked him to come and pick up the keys and receipts the next day if he was available, and then pay the tax and get the property certificate.

Xia An thought for a moment, knowing that there would definitely be questions from school leaders after the reporter's interview tomorrow morning, so she arranged to go tomorrow afternoon.

The second call was from Zhang Chunmin; Liu Fei was on her way to the Sugar Persimmon Group.

Xia An went back to her dorm to get another phone, drove her Range Rover to the quiet road where she and Le Ning had been intimate that night, and sent Tang Wan a text message: 【Liu Fei is useful】

Tang Wan: [Oh]
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Liu Fei wasn't in a hurry to leave after arriving in the provincial capital.

He owns a ski resort in Xipan Mountain, and outside his farmhouse, he has spent a lot of money to build a racetrack, which is also the only international standard racetrack in Donghai Province.

Many small car manufacturers occasionally borrow vehicles for test drives.

Liu Fei doesn't play golf or ski. Every time she comes to the provincial capital, she steps hard on the gas pedal on the track.

Linear acceleration.

Smoke billowed from the wet tires as the GTR and Hellcat roared and sped off, with the GTR winning by a car and a half.

In the second round between Golf and GTR, Golf pulled ahead by a wide margin.

After circling back to the starting point, Liu Fei's plump body laboriously emerged from the golf ball, her eyes bulging with laughter.

"It's lonely at the top. It's been two days and you still haven't found a worthy opponent. You guys should really go to Nanjing and see how they play with cars there."

Liu Fei took off her gloves and laughed, scolding the six young second-generation men and women in front of her.

"This is a racetrack, not a main road. What's the use of looking at the signs? It's a modification! Do you even know what modification is? I'll trade this little buggy of mine for two and a half GTRs of yours."

Some were disdainful, some were embarrassed. A tall, blond-haired young man wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette spat out, "Fatty Liu, you've gone too far. You're also from Northeast China, why do you always look down on your own people and engage in regional discrimination? We came here to learn from you, but you keep belittling your own brothers."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, the young man jumped out of a bright yellow Ferrari 488, tripped on the car door, and almost fell flat on his face.

Liu Fei chuckled, inwardly cursing: "Country bumpkin."

"It's not that I look down on you guys, the key is that you really don't know how to have fun. I only come back twice a year. This venue is so good, and you guys don't even know how to enjoy it. You keep buying cars one after another, and then you go out and race around and pick up girls. It's all a waste."

Wu Tian had told me several times before that I should tear this place down and build a new one in Suzhou. If it weren't for you guys, I would have agreed long ago.

Upon hearing the name Wu Tian, ​​the young man, who had been staggering, froze. His family elders owed a huge favor to someone in Suzhou, and this fat Liu was deliberately trying to annoy them.

A glamorous girl with long legs and big, wavy hair, wearing leather pants and boots, took Liu Fei's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Liu, don't worry about them. I'll listen to you and learn how to modify things carefully later."

Liu Fei glanced sideways at the cleavage on her chest and said nonchalantly, "Oh? You drive a pickup truck every day, and you do this?"

“Oh dear,” the woman insisted, “let’s get a supercar instead.”

She pulled Liu Fei toward the edge of the track, and the others followed.

"Brother Liu, how many days are you staying this time? Want to come over to my dad's house and have a drink?"

Liu Fei boldly grabbed her chest, then removed her hand, took a towel from the table to wipe his face, and looked at her, saying, "I'll be frank with you. My next real estate development plan is in the southwest and Jiangsu and Zhejiang. If your family wants to get on board, tell your dad to sell the two reclamation projects in the suburbs and come with me to the south."

Upon hearing this, not only was the woman stunned, but the other second-generation rich kids who were smoking and drinking water nearby were also dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Liu Fei smiled and shook her head, subtly mocking these families for being too used to their comfortable lives, clinging to their old ways, their vision limited to the province, and lacking any ambition to accomplish great things.

He laughed and said, "I was just saying. We can't abandon the things in Dongshan and Binhai. Next spring, I'll start a big project in Binhai. If you want to join in, prepare your funds before the new year."

Everyone then smiled.

The young man who had sprained his ankle muttered, "By the way, that woman from the Tang family..."

Liu Fei raised her hand, "I'll take this call first."

Upon answering the call from "General Manager Zhang of the Tang family," Liu Fei stood up and paced back and forth, her laughter tinged with respect: "Yes, yes, that's me. Oh, what a coincidence, I'm in Dongshan. How about now? Convenient, right away."

The others stared in astonishment, exchanging glances.

Who is this? Is there anyone in the provincial capital who can make Liu Fei bow and scrape?

After hanging up the phone, Liu Fei walked over, calmly looked around, and said to the man with the sprained ankle, "Do your bets on those two 488s still stand?"

Seeing the other person's bewildered and embarrassed look, Liu Fei smiled and waved his hand: "Never mind, still the same old Yangzi. Here's a piece of advice for you: don't even think about that woman from the Tang family."

(End of this chapter)