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

At 12:10 pm the next day, the cafeteria was at its busiest.

The canteen at Huanan No. 4 Middle School is small, with a dozen long tables filled with students in school uniforms.

There was a long queue at the food window, with some people squeezing in and out with their trays in hand, while others had chopsticks in their mouths waiting to get braised pork.

The air was filled with the aroma of stewed cabbage and steamed buns.

Lin Feng didn't go to the cafeteria. He leaned against the window in the corridor, watching a few boys playing basketball on the playground.

The gauze on my head was replaced with a new one, so white it was glaringly obvious.

My phone vibrated; it was a text message from Song Yan:

"Come to the cafeteria."

Lin Feng glanced at it twice and went downstairs.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise.

He pushed open the door and immediately saw Song Yan.

She wasn't at the food window, but rather sitting at a table at the very back against the wall, opposite Liu Jiaqi.

There was a plate of untouched braised pork between the two.

Lin Feng paused for a moment.

The surrounding noise seemed to suddenly drop a few degrees. Someone looked up at him, then at the two girls, and whispered among themselves.

Chen Qisheng appeared out of nowhere, carrying a tray of food, and leaned over, lowering his voice:

"Brother Feng, your wife challenged the school beauty to a duel? Holy crap! You'd better go check it out!"

Lin Feng ignored him and walked over.

Song Yan looked up at him, her face expressionless.

"sit."

Lin Feng sat down next to Song Yan.

Liu Jiaqi didn't look at him. She lowered her head and poked at the rice with her chopsticks, one poke after another, making the rice grains fall over.

The three of them were extremely embarrassed.

People at the next table were peeking.

Song Yan spoke first, addressing Liu Jiaqi:

"You like Raymond Lam too?"

Liu Jiaqi stopped eating, looked up at Song Yan.

"You didn't know he has a girlfriend, did you?" Song Yan's tone wasn't harsh, but she pronounced each word clearly.

"His head injury is because of you, isn't it? You should thank him, but after thanking him, shouldn't you keep your distance?"

Liu Jiaqi put down her chopsticks, her voice not loud:

"He saved me, I can't pretend it never happened."

"So what are you planning to do? Offer yourself to me?"

People around gasped.

Liu Jiaqi blushed slightly, but didn't flinch.

"Song Yan, I didn't mean to steal your man. But if you can't control him, don't come looking for me."

Song Yan bit her lip, her eyes instantly reddened, and two tears fell down her cheeks.

She stood up and glanced at Lin Feng:

"I'm leaving now."

After taking a couple of steps, he turned back to look at Liu Jiaqi: "You just said I can't control him... just try and you'll see. Humph!"

After saying that, she turned and left, her ponytail swinging high in the air.

The cafeteria fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on this table.

The people at this table are all quite distinguished.

Liu Jiaqi is the school beauty, and Song Yan is the class beauty of Class 5 in the third year of high school, but many people think she is prettier than Liu Jiaqi.

Lin Feng is now not only the top student at No. 4 Middle School, but since he started driving an Audi to school, he has also gained the title of a hidden tycoon.

At this moment, Liu Jiaqi also stood up and looked at Lin Feng:

"Don't come looking for me anymore."

Raymond Lam asked, "Why?"

"Because your girlfriend cries and makes a fuss."

she left.

Lin Feng sat there alone, and no one chased after him.

Let them calm down! After all, they are all equally important to him, and it's not appropriate for him to pursue either of them.

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After school in the afternoon, the hallway was noisy.

As Lin Feng stepped out of the teaching building, he ran into a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a dark blue jacket, black pants, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine. His belly was sticking out like a pot covered in saucer.

His face was drooping and his mouth was downturned; he clearly wasn't there to drop his child off at school.

"You're Lin Feng?" The middle-aged man's voice was heavy and laced with hostility.

Who are you?

"Wang Yu's father, Wang Defa."

Lin Feng understood the situation, but didn't show any reaction on the surface.

"Did you need something?"

Wang Defa took a step forward, poked Lin Feng's chest twice with his finger, and said arrogantly:

"My son's leg was broken. Did you hire someone to do it?"

The students all stopped to watch, and the door to the teacher's office opened a crack, with heads peeking out.

The news of Wang Yu having his leg broken has already become the talk of the town.

Many people suspect that Raymond Lam hired someone to do it.

Because Wang Yu wanted to be the leader of No. 4 Middle School, he and Lin Feng were always at odds.

Lin Feng pushed his hand away: "Do you have any evidence? If you don't have any evidence, don't bite people like a mad dog."

Wang Defa raised his voice, spitting out saliva:

"You little brat, who are you calling a mad dog? Are you looking for death?"

"My son hasn't offended anyone in Huanan, except you. Who else could it be but you?"

Lin Feng sneered, "Your son has offended many people, don't you, as his father, know that?"

Wang Defa's face turned bright red as he pointed at Lin Feng's nose and cursed:

"You little bastard, let me tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, believe me, I'll have your house razed to the ground!"

Many students were worried for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at him but didn't say anything.

He took a step forward, pressed his ear close to Wang Defa's, and whispered so low that only the two of them could hear:

"You'll be the next one to break a leg."

Wang Defa froze.

Lin Feng didn't back away, and his voice became even lower:

"If you still don't accept this, it won't be as simple as just breaking your leg. I'll make sure your Wang family line ends in extinction."

He took a step back, looked at Wang Defa's face which had turned from red to white, and smiled.

Then he turned around and left.

Wang Defa watched as Lin Feng took out his car keys from his pocket and pressed a button.

The headlights of the Audi parked by the playground flashed, and Lin Feng opened the car door and got in.

Wang De stood there, stunned.

He glanced at his Xiali car parked next to the carport, and compared to the Audi, they looked like products from two different eras.

His son said Lin Feng was a poor student.

Can a poor student drive an Audi?

The last words of Raymond Lam kept replaying in his mind—"May you be childless and without descendants."

It's not a threat, it's a notification.

Wang Defa rushed over, his stomach trembling as he ran.

In this day and age, what kind of family would a high school senior be able to drive an Audi A6 to school?

Wang Defa caught up, panting heavily, and knocked on the passenger window.

The electric car window slowly rolled down, and Lin Feng turned his head, his eyes as cold as iron in winter.

"Is there anything else?"

Wang Defa swallowed hard, his tone softening considerably: "Um... I was a bit harsh just now, I apologize."

Lin Feng did not respond.

Wang Defa's voice trembled slightly:

"But I only have one son. His leg was broken, and the doctor said he'll be lame and will have to use crutches."

"You must tell me why. If it's my son's fault, I'll accept it."

"If it weren't his fault, I would risk my life to get back at you."

Lin Feng looked at him for three seconds, took out his phone from his pocket, scrolled through it, and handed it over.

The screen shows a video taken by Chen Qisheng.

Wang Defa took it, his fingers trembling as he opened it.

The screen is shaky and the sound is noisy.

Sixteen men, each with a pickaxe handle, stood at the front, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his voice incredibly arrogant.

He said he was going to hold a meeting with Liu Jiaqi on Saturday? He also said he wanted to be the leader of No. 4 Middle School.

The video ends with the last sentence: "Brothers, hold him down!"

Gone!

Wang Defa's face changed from red to white, and then from white to green.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Raymond Lam pointed to the bandage on his head:

"This is your son's handiwork. Sixteen men, armed with pickaxe handles, blocked my way. That blow almost killed me."

"Liu Jiaqi is the school beauty and the girl I have a crush on. He actually tried to rape Liu Jiaqi."

Lin Feng took a deep breath and asked:

"I did it, it's not excessive, is it?"

Wang Defa gripped his phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His lips trembled several times.

"That brat, that's not what he told me..."

Lin Feng took his phone back and put it in his pocket.

"Of course he wouldn't tell the truth. Would you tell the truth if you were him? But the evidence is right here!"

"If you want to play, I'll play along to the end. I'm just afraid that one life won't be enough for you, and you'll have to bet your whole family."

Wang Defa took a step back.

He looked at Lin Feng, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"That's enough." His voice was hoarse.

"Uncle was wrong this time. Let's drop this matter. I won't come looking for you again. I'll go to the police station to drop the case when I get back."

He paused, gritting his teeth, and said, "I'll teach that deserved brat a lesson when I get back."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps quick and heavy.

The door of the Xiali slammed shut, the engine whirred and groaned for a while before it finally started, and then it sped away.

It seems Wang Yu is destined to receive a lot of his father's affection.

Lin Feng sat in the Audi, watching the Xiali drive away, and tossed his phone back onto the center console.

I shifted gears, accelerated, and drove towards Grandma's house.