The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 89 Let the Bullets Fly a Little Longer
Qiao Jingjing was very close to the girl next door.

The other person is currently pursuing a master's degree at a university in Shanghai, so communication is very convenient.

Qiao Jingjing quickly replied to Yang Muye's message.

"I found out that He Yueyue was quite famous when she was in high school, but not for a good reason. My neighbor, who wasn't in the same class as He Yueyue, knows a lot about her."

The message had only been sent a short while when the beeping sound of the message started.

Yang Muye replied.

"Explain in detail?"

"Didn't you only ask about He Yueyue's college entrance exam scores?"

"It's all the same whether you're eating melons or a bunch of them, so who would complain about having too many?"

"Are you guys this gossipy too?"

"I also have a lot of juicy gossip about He Yueyue, all ripe. How about you treat me to some gossip, and I'll treat you to some too?"

"Okay, I'll go first. He Yueyue's college entrance exam score was just over 400. I don't know the exact score, but it definitely didn't meet the minimum score for vocational colleges in Beijing. What's most infuriating is that she actually got into a top-ranked 211 university in Beijing through family connections."

"Yes, He Yueyue attends this school."

Qiao Jingjing sent a laughing emoji while covering her mouth.

"Does this feel like you've been unfairly targeted?"

"Actually, it's not so bad. The worst off is Cheng Feng. He just got beaten up by He Yueyue tonight."

"??"

Qiao Jingjing immediately became excited.

"Quickly, explain in detail!"

"Is Cheng Feng really that unpopular?"

"Actually, it's not so bad. At least she's better than He Yueyue. When she was in her second year of high school, she bullied a girl in her class so much that she transferred schools. She didn't get punished by the school because of her family connections. It's really infuriating."

"You have quite a strong sense of justice."

"Although I don't like Cheng Feng either, at least he doesn't bully the weak. In comparison, He Yueyue's actions are really despicable."

"If Cheng Feng knew your assessment, he'd probably be ecstatic."

"I find it strange, didn't Cheng Feng fight back?"

"He wanted to pay it back, but I stopped him."

"Excuse me for being blunt, but you really went too far this time. Someone like He Yueyue deserves to be taught a lesson by Cheng Feng."

"Do you know how many years you can be sentenced for assaulting a pregnant woman?"

Qiao Jingjing immediately sent a shocked emoji.

"Is He Yueyue pregnant?"

"Don't worry, the child isn't Cheng Feng's."

Qiao Jingjing, holding her phone, chuckled. Just as she was about to type a reply, Yang Muye sent another message.

"But it's not He Yueyue's husband's either."

Qiao Jingjing was completely numb.

Is this gossip really that explosive?
Yang Muye briefly recounted the story of He Yueyue and Liu Feng, and then specifically stated that the above was purely speculation, and while it might be plausible, it was not necessarily true.

More than half a minute passed before Qiao Jingjing replied to the message.

Is your school really that chaotic?

"This is the worst I've ever heard of Yanjingmao being smeared, but this time I'm on your side."

"So you inquired about He Yueyue's college entrance exam scores because you wanted to avenge Cheng Feng?"

"Don't underestimate me. Can't I stand up for justice and fairness?"

"Go for it, dragon-slaying hero!"

After finishing his conversation with Qiao Jingjing, Yang Muye was about to put down his phone when a call came in.

It's star fruit.

Yang Muye took his phone and went back to the balcony.

"Senior, still awake?"

"Has your friend's injury assessment report come out yet?"

So you're still up so late because you're eating melon seeds (gossip/spam).

Yang Muye laughed and said, "We went back to the police station before the report was even out after the inspection was completed."

"They've reached a settlement?"

Yang Tao sounded a little disappointed.

"There's nothing we can do, He Yueyue is pregnant."

Yang Muye made a startling statement.

Upon hearing this news, Yang Tao was shocked and blurted out, "The child is Li Yunchang's?"

"Since you've asked that, senior, then it's definitely not true."

"what?"

Yang Tao was completely dumbfounded.

Yang Muyi then briefly recounted Liu Feng's story, and that one melon alone was enough to fill Yang Tao's stomach.

"You want to expose this?"

"Li Yunchang has already been dealt with by the He family. He's determined to be a slut. How can we expose him without evidence?"

"Where is Liu Feng's wife? Does she know about this?"

"He may know, he may not know, but the question remains: as long as Li Yunchang sticks to his guns, this matter is just empty talk."

Yang Tao originally wanted to express her feelings, but after looking around, she found that there was no one she could sympathize with or pity.

Including Liu Feng's wife.

She knew perfectly well that infidelity was either a one-time thing or a recurring pattern, yet she still believed her husband's lies.

"So Li Yunchang and He Yueyue are planning to get married in October?"

"What, senior, are you planning to give a wedding gift?"

"I'm busy. My sister is getting married in October, and I have to be her bridesmaid."

"I see, so they want me to give a gift at a wedding."

"Stop joking, I'm talking to you about serious matters."

"Listen carefully, go ahead and tell me."

“My brother-in-law’s best man broke his leg, but the custom in his hometown is to make fun of the best man and maid of honor, so we need to find a reliable person to be the best man.”

Yang Tao was still considering how to start the conversation when Yang Muye asked directly:

"me?"

"After thinking it over, you're the only one I can think of. I'm in dire need of help, please lend a hand, okay?"

"Senior, you're too worldly-wise. Actually, I'd still like to hear you compliment me a bit, like how handsome I am and how prestigious it would be to be a groomsman."

Yang Tao was completely speechless.

"So, are you going to help me or not?"

"Why not help them? They're getting free food and drinks, why not?"

"Okay, then it's settled."

After confirming that Yang Tao had nothing else to say, Yang Muye hung up the phone.

Back in the dorm, he noticed that everyone was looking at him strangely.

Huang He, in particular, looked on with adoration.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Cheng Feng spoke up first: "I told them that you are the real time management master in our dormitory. You chatted with at least three women. Am I right?"

"So what?" Yang Muye asked in return.

"Give me money!"

Cheng Feng stretched out both hands, one towards Ding Ning and the other towards Huang He.

Ding Ning and Huang He each took out their wallets and placed a hundred-yuan bill in Cheng Feng's hand.

Wu Di explained to Yang Muye that Cheng Feng had just made a bet with Huang He and Ding Ning, the stake being how many women Yang Muye had called or chatted with on QQ since returning to his dormitory.

Cheng Feng bet on at least three, and Yang Muyi didn't deny it, so Cheng Feng won.

"There's one more thing."

Cheng Feng put away the two hundred yuan: "When you went out to answer the phone just now, we were talking about the welcome party. Huang He said he can play the drums."

Huang He looked at Yang Muyi with anticipation: "Yes, yes, I started learning drums in junior high school. My biggest dream is to form a band with someone."

He certainly has the skills, but as soon as others hear that Huang He's family does funerals, they immediately stop hanging out with him.

Huang He was also worried that Yang Muye might have such a taboo.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Hu Youyu later and we don’t need to find a drummer anymore,” Yang Muye nodded.

Huang He was overjoyed, and Cheng Feng proudly boasted, "I only made two hundred from the bet with those two, but finding the drummer saved you a thousand. How about that, isn't that generous?"

Yang Muyi took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was almost 11:30. Although the Yanjingmao student dormitories never stopped receiving electricity or internet, the lights would be turned off and the dormitory building doors would be closed at midnight.

Huang He and Ding Ning both took their leave.

When Ding Ning left, Shi Xiaomeng specifically reminded her: "There is an English diagnostic test at 8 pm tomorrow night. I have already asked the other class committee members to notify the students in their respective dormitories. Remember to tell Xu Yao and Liu Qiang as well."

Except for the School of International Business, all freshmen must take an exam, and then be assigned to English-medium classes based on their exam scores.

Those with good grades will be placed in the Level 3 class, and they can register for the Level 4 exam this semester.

Those assigned to the second-level class will have to wait until the next semester to register.

It is said to be to increase the pass rate for the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.

After Yang Muyi finished washing up and lay down on the bed, Cheng Feng, who had just climbed onto the bed opposite him, asked about everyone's college entrance examination English scores.

Shi Xiaomeng and Wu Di both scored over 140 points.

Cheng Feng came in last, scoring only 136 points.

When asked about Yang Muye, he casually replied that it was over 140.

Cheng Feng pressed further, "How many more points?"

"10 points."

"..."

Cheng Feng was completely convinced; when it came to showing off, Yang Muye was the one to look up to.

Even Shi Xiaomeng was curious about how Yang Muyi learned English and managed to get a perfect score.

Yang Muye made up a random excuse to get by.

In fact, the most important thing in learning English is the language environment.

The foreign teacher I found in my past life is one-on-one, and the price reflects that, so the teaching quality is beyond doubt.

With repeated exposure, your English level will naturally improve.

We were chatting when the dormitory lights suddenly went out.

Wu Di, who hadn't gone to bed yet, went over and turned off the switch; otherwise, the light would be on again at 6:30 the next morning, and he wouldn't be able to sleep in a little longer.

So much happened in one night, everyone was exhausted, and they all went to bed to sleep.

At 7:30 a.m., Cheng Feng was woken up by his alarm clock.

Turning to look at the bed opposite, Yang Muyi, unsurprisingly, had already gotten up early and gone for a run.

Shi Xiaomeng also went to morning reading to practice English.

Only Wu Di, who had just finished washing up on the balcony, was left in the dormitory.

"Get up quickly, class starts at eight o'clock. The teaching building is quite far away, it takes more than ten minutes to walk there, and you have to climb five floors to get to the classroom."

Cheng Feng had just woken up and was still a little dazed.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

"I asked Xiao Meng to bring some for us. It's the same as yesterday morning: soy milk and steamed buns."

Urged by Wu Di, Cheng Feng reluctantly got up, washed up, changed his clothes, and had only fifteen minutes left before class.

The two quickly went out and ran downstairs to the teaching building.

When I arrived at the teaching building, I saw three people who looked like students handing out pamphlets.

They thought it was promotional material for postgraduate entrance exams or various other exam training, and neither of them intended to accept it because they were in a hurry to go to class.

Once inside the teaching building lobby, I saw many people holding the "promotional materials" handed out at the entrance and discussing them animatedly.

At first, Cheng Feng didn't pay any attention, but when he heard a girl in front of him say "Finance Institute" and "Liu Feng" as he went up the stairs, he realized something was wrong.

"You madman, where are you going?"

Seeing Cheng Feng turn and run towards the door, Wu Di turned back and called out.

Cheng Feng ignored him, ran to the door and asked the person distributing the materials for a copy. The first page had three bold, black characters on it.

Report! Report! Letter!
The subtitle is even more explosive—

A letter of complaint regarding Liu Feng, the vice dean of the School of Finance, for multiple extramarital affairs and his intention to have a child out of wedlock.

The key point is that this stack of materials contains more than just this one whistleblower letter.

Upon seeing the title of the second whistleblower letter, Cheng Feng was struck dumb, frozen in place.

A letter of complaint regarding the conduct of He Yueyue, a full-time postgraduate student at the School of Finance.

Both letters of complaint were written in the name of Liu Feng's legal wife, an associate professor at the law school named Chen Jia.

The letter listed various pieces of evidence of Liu Feng's infidelity, including text messages, QQ chat logs, and hotel check-in records.

The most outrageous thing is that the letter accusing He Yueyue also included a photo of Liu Feng accompanying He Yueyue to a medical examination.

In their QQ chat history, there was also a test report that He Yueyue sent to Liu Feng, proving that she was pregnant.

Cheng Feng didn't even blink at the overwhelming evidence.

What the hell!

What the hell!

What the hell!

……

Associate Professor Chen Jia from the law school has really shown off her skills by sending whistleblower letters to the school. It's absolutely mind-boggling.

No wonder he studied law, he's ruthless!

Cheng Feng quickly read through the whistleblower letter targeting He Yueyue. Besides being shocked, he was also reminded of the case.

From now on, I must avoid dating law students.

Not to be offended.

Really can't afford to offend.

Wu Di waited at the stairwell for a long time but Cheng Feng didn't return, so he had to chase after him. He found Cheng Feng standing there in a daze with the "promotional materials" in his hand, and he was immediately furious.

"You lunatic, what are you doing? We're going to be late!"

Cheng Feng shoved the two letters of complaint into Wu Di's arms, then immediately pulled out his phone to call Yang Muye.

Just as I was about to press the dial button, my finger suddenly stopped.

Yang Muye must have known about the commotion caused by the whistleblowing in front of the teaching building.

Wu Di was still looking at the two letters of complaint when Cheng Feng suddenly grabbed him.

"Stop looking! Hurry up and get to the classroom, you're going to be late!"

The two ran up the stairs, and just as they reached the third floor, the school bell rang.

Wu Di's face turned pale, and he thought to himself that he was doomed.

He and Cheng Feng were late for their first day of university, which means they've earned them a bad reputation with the professor.

If they skip class in the future, the teacher will find out without even taking attendance.

Cheng Feng didn't care. He was more eager to go to the classroom to discuss He Yueyue's matter with Yang Muye than to attend class.

When I arrived at the classroom door, the political economy teacher was taking attendance.

They just happened to mention Cheng Feng's name.

"To!"

Two voices came from inside the classroom, and one came from the classroom door.

Shi Xiaomeng, who answered for Cheng Feng, and Cheng Feng, who was standing at the door, both changed color.

Dressed up!
The female teacher on the podium put down the list in her hand and adjusted her glasses.

"What, are there two Cheng Fengs in your class?"

"Teacher, I am Cheng Feng. I had something to do this morning and was afraid of being called on the way to class, so I asked my roommate to answer for me. It was all my fault, so you can punish me however you want."

The female teacher looked at Cheng Feng and said, "Fine, it's not too much for me to record this absence, is it?"

Three absences would result in failing the course, but Cheng Feng really didn't care.

Last night, He Yueyue threatened to give Cheng Feng a major demerit or even expel him, but he wasn't scared at all.

Seeing that Cheng Feng's attitude in admitting his mistake was relatively good, the female teacher nodded and let the two of them in.

Wu Di was lucky because his name hadn't been called yet, so he was only marked late once.

As they entered, the female teacher caught a glimpse of the complaint letter in Wu Di's hand and immediately guessed why the two of them were late.

As soon as Cheng Feng sat down in the empty seat next to Yang Muyi, the female teacher's gaze fell on him.

"Let me emphasize the rules: discussing topics unrelated to the subject is not allowed in class. Otherwise, I will have to ask you to leave the classroom and record another absence!"

Cheng Feng's mouth moved, but he ultimately closed it reluctantly.

Even a fool could see that the female teacher's words were clearly directed at him.

I was just short of giving him his ID number.

As soon as the female teacher looked away, Cheng Feng immediately took out his phone, hid it in his desk drawer, and sent a text message to Yang Muye.

"Did you see the complaint letter posted at the entrance?"

Yang Muye replied to the text message quickly.

"Don't rush, let the bullets fly a little longer."

(End of this chapter)