Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Huanan No. 4 Middle School is located in the north of the county town. There are two large iron gates at the entrance. On the left is a sign that reads "Huanan County No. 4 Middle School", and on the right is a gatehouse with a sign that reads "Entry and Exit Registration" on the window.

Old Liu, the gatekeeper, was in his fifties and had been guarding the gate of No. 4 Middle School for more than ten years. He knew everyone.

He was wearing that drab gray security guard uniform, his hat askew, sitting in the sun at the entrance of the guardhouse, holding an enamel mug filled with strong tea.

From afar, he saw a black Audi driving by. Old Liu jumped up, almost dropping the jar.

He instinctively stood at attention, straightened his back, and raised his right hand in a crisp military salute—as if he were welcoming a superior officer on an inspection tour.

The Audi pulled up and stopped at the entrance. The window rolled down.

Lin Feng poked his head out and said with a grin:

"Old Liu, your military posture is really good! Did you secretly learn it during our military training?"

Old Liu looked closely and exclaimed, "Damn, it's that kid!"

He lowered his hand, leaned close to the car window, looked it up and down three times, then circled the car, touched the logo, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Damn! It's you, kid? I thought some city leaders were here for an inspection!"

He circled back and leaned against the car window:

"Did you win the lottery? You're driving a big Audi now, that car must be worth seven or eight hundred thousand!"

Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, and said with a smug look, "It's not that expensive, it's only five or six hundred thousand."

Old Liu gasped, "Five or six hundred thousand? You think that's 'just'? Did you rob a bank?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, I'm going to class now."

"Alright, alright, go in." Old Liu waved his hand, then added, "Drive slowly, don't hit the students!"

Lin Feng rolled up the car window, and the Audi slowly drove into the campus.

Old Liu stood at the door, looking at the black Audi, took a sip of his tea, and smacked his lips:

"This kid's really something."

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Huanan No. 4 Middle School is not large, consisting of two teaching buildings, one in front and one in back. The front building houses the junior high school section, while the back building houses the senior high school section.

There are two rows of bungalows on both sides, which are the teachers' offices, as well as laboratories and two storage rooms.

The playground was dirt, and it would be covered in dust whenever it was windy.

The concrete basketball court has four backboards, but the net on the rim is long gone, leaving only an iron hoop.

It's the first class of the afternoon, and the campus is quiet.

Lin Feng parked his car in the open space in front of the high school building. The black Audi stood out conspicuously among the bicycles, like a crane among chickens.

He got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked into the teaching building.

Class 3 of Senior Three is on the third floor. Each classroom door has a sign that says "Class X of Senior Three". The corridor wall has a countdown sign that says "XXX days until the college entrance examination". The red paper and black characters make it hard to breathe.

When Lin Feng pushed open the back door of the classroom, the teacher was standing on the podium explaining functions.

Old Li is in his early forties, with a receding hairline, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and speaking slowly. He's the funniest teacher in the whole school.

He always tells dirty jokes, often humiliating his mischievous classmates to the point of being unable to lift their heads.

"Therefore, we conclude that as x approaches..."

The back door creaked open, and Old Li stopped and looked up.

All forty-plus students in the class turned around to look.

Lin Feng stood at the back door, dressed in brand-new Nikes, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine, a stark contrast to the blue and white school uniforms in the classroom.

"Report," Lin Feng called out confidently.

Old Li pushed up his glasses and frowned, saying:

"Lin Feng, what did you do this morning?"

"I got a sprain in my foot, I'm going to the hospital."

Old Li looked at his feet, brand new white Air Force One, spotless.

"I heard you're dating Song Yan from Class 1! Did you prick your foot or someone else?"

Lin Feng looked down and said, "It really hurts my feet."

Old Li nodded: "Oh! I thought you went to get pricked! You got a pricked foot, so you bought a new pair of shoes?"

Everyone in the classroom was trying not to laugh.

Raymond Lam remained unfazed: "I was worried about the wound getting infected, so I bought a new pair of shoes."

Old Li stared at him for three seconds, then waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, come in. Remember to ask for leave in advance next time, and don't send messages through others."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Li."

Lin Feng swaggered in and sat down in his seat.

Chen Qisheng, who sat next to me, leaned over and whispered, "You're finally here. Old Li asked me this morning how your foot was."

"What did you say?"

"I told him he wasn't watching where he was going," Chen Qisheng chuckled.

"By the way, whose Audi is that outside? I just saw you get out of the car through the window, that's pretty cool."

Lin Feng pulled a textbook out of his desk drawer: "Mine."

Chen Qisheng froze for five seconds, then slammed his hand on the table:

"Holy shit...!"

The whole class turned to look at him again.

Old Li wrote on the blackboard without turning his head: "Chen Qisheng, who are you going to fuck?"

"N-nothing, Teacher Li, I just dropped my pen..."

Old Li said something surprising:

"Oh! So you're using a pen! You'd better be gentle, those things are so sharp! Don't end up like Raymond Lam, getting pricked."

The audience burst into laughter. Chen Qisheng, his face flushed and neck red, lowered his head. Lin Feng, on the other hand, was caught in the crossfire.

This is Teacher Li's method; if you want to offend him, you should be prepared to be humiliated.

Lin Feng's eyes were on the blackboard, but his mind wasn't on functions.

He was thinking about tomorrow.

Wang Yu is going to ambush him with his gang after school tomorrow.

Of course, he had already turned those fifteen underlings to the other side.

Tomorrow he's going to direct and star in a big show to teach that little bastard Wang Yu a lesson he'll never be able to hold his head up again.

Once this is done, I can start building my career.

He will not let go of any of the things he never dared to dream of in his past life, nor the opportunities he missed.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining on the chalk dust on the podium, making it shimmer like gold.