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

Soon, the door to the private room opened.

A woman wearing a tight-fitting dress walked in.

She was in her thirties, wearing heavy makeup, and her lips were as red as if she had just eaten a child.

The skirt was so short it could only be described as barely covering her bottom. When she walked, her large buttocks swayed with such allure. Her high heels clicked silently on the carpet, yet every step seemed to carry a breeze. It was the Chanel style.

She smiled as soon as she entered, a smile so bright and eager, her eyes crinkling to reveal a row of small, white teeth:

"Oh dear, I was wondering why my right eyelid had been twitching all day. Turns out we have a special guest."

She walked up to Lin Feng, plopped down on the armrest of the sofa, and leaned to one side, causing two large basketballs to brush against Lin Feng's shoulders, feeling soft and squishy.

"Little brother, is this your first time here? You look unfamiliar."

Raymond Lam is a seasoned pro; his hand naturally wrapped around her slender waist.

"Uncle Wang recommended this place. He said it's a lively place, so I came to see for myself and just how lively it is."

Mom looked puzzled: "That Uncle Wang?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Uncle Wang, who drives a Mercedes S600, always gives you plenty of money every time he comes. Have you forgotten already?"

Mommy's eyes darted around, and she quickly smiled apologetically:

"Oh my! How could I forget! He's my provider, he's your uncle, but he's also my father."

Lin Feng nodded: "I have about twenty brothers here, you can make arrangements. Are there enough girls?"

Mommy's eyes immediately lit up like the headlights of an Audi.

She pressed herself even closer to Lin Feng, her hand caressing his chest, her voice saccharine and sweet:

"My dear brother is really rich and powerful. Don't even mention twenty or so, I could have a hundred on the banks of the Rhine."

She stood up, patted Lin Feng's thigh, and lingered her fingers on it for a second longer:

"I'll go and make arrangements for my younger brothers right away."

Lin Feng slapped her on the bottom, "Go!"

She swayed her large buttocks as she left the private room, and as the door closed, you could still hear her outside shouting into the walkie-talkie:

"Get all the girls over here, VIP1, the best service!"

Tiger leaned closer, looking puzzled, and asked, "Brother Feng, when did you meet such a powerful Uncle Wang?"

Lin Feng lit a cigarette: "What nonsense do I know? I made it all up. She has so many customers, she couldn't possibly remember them all."

He patted Tiger's chest: "I said that on purpose, so that people won't take advantage of us because we're young. Understand?"

Tiger was truly impressed. He gave Tiger a thumbs up: "Impressive! You've got a real head for brains!"

Lin Feng handed him a cigarette: "When you're out in the world, your reputation is something you earn yourself. You should learn from that."

Five minutes later, the door opened.

Mommy came in first, followed by a large group of people, all wearing matching black skirts, white shirts, and number tags on their chests. Their hair varied in length, shape, and color, from black to blonde.

There were even more than a dozen Russians.

They stood in two rows in front of the sofa, like goods on a supermarket shelf, waiting for someone to choose them.

Lin Feng counted them: sixty-four people. None were over thirty, and none were ugly. The Rhine River team ranking fourth in Jiamusi certainly had some talent.

Mommy stood at the very front, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, smiling like a flower:

"Brothers, everyone's here. Point to whichever one you like, don't be shy."

"Let me tell you, the girls here sing beautifully, can hold their liquor well, and aren't pretentious at all."

At this moment, the 20 young men were completely dumbfounded, and some had even set up tents.

They thought they were just coming to Jiamusi to sing karaoke and have a few drinks. Little did they know that Brother Feng would take them on such a big adventure.

Tiger's eyes widened; he looked from left to right, then from right to left, and finally said:

"Brother Feng, shall I choose first?"

Raymond Lam gestured for them to proceed: "Hurry up."

Tiger stood up, walked over, hands behind his back, his eyes piercing, like a leader on an inspection tour.

He walked up to the third one, looked at him, and shook his head.

He walked up to the seventh one, looked at it, and shook his head.

Finally, it stopped in front of the last person in the second row.

She was a Russian girl, taller than Tiger, with snow-white skin and deep, delicate features.

"you."

The girl smiled, walked out, and naturally took Tiger's arm before sitting back down on the sofa.

The group of young men were a little shy, hesitant and timid, somewhat embarrassed to make their choices.

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, you guys who watch porn all day, what are you pretending to be innocent for? Hurry up and choose."

As soon as he said that, many girls covered their mouths and chuckled.

Wang Lei was the second to go up. He chose a girl with dyed yellow hair, who looked quite lively.

The other brothers went up one after another to pick out items, like they were buying groceries. Mommy stood by, laughing and trying to smooth things over, saying, "Oh dear, our daughters are all good girls, don't get overwhelmed by all the choices."

Finally, everyone picked one, and the entire private room was packed.

Now only Lin Feng is left.

He stood up, holding his wine glass, and walked around the private room.

The brothers have already become close with the girls; some are singing, some are drinking, some are playing dice, and some are whispering secrets to each other.

Suddenly, Lin Feng stopped.

In the innermost corner of the private room, next to the sofa armrest, stood a girl.

She just stood there, head down, her hair hanging down and covering half of her face.

She was wearing the same black pencil skirt and white shirt as the other girls, but the skirt was a bit too long, almost reaching her knees.

He wore a number tag on his chest; it read "Number Thirty-Eight".

She kept shrinking back, ever since she entered the room. Everyone else stood forward, but she stood back; everyone else stood tall and proud, but she kept her head down; everyone else laughed, but she bit her lip.

Lin Feng didn't notice her at first; the private room was too big, there were too many people, and the lighting was too dim.

But when he came back after walking around, he found that this girl seemed out of place, and... why did she look so familiar?

Lin Feng walked over.

The girl sensed someone approaching and lowered her head even further, her chin almost touching her collarbone. She took a step back, but her heel hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Lin Feng walked up to her and stopped.

He looked down, and she looked down to avoid him.

One of them craned its neck to look.

One of them ducked down as far as he could.

Lin Feng frowned and directly lifted her chin with his hand.

With his other hand, he brushed her hair aside.

He wanted to see what this woman was up to.

The girl shuddered, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled violently, like a butterfly whose wings had been caught.

Lin Feng got a clear look at that face.

She had an oval face, big eyes, and double eyelids; she only wore makeup on her eyebrows and lipstick. Yet, she was as beautiful as an angel.

Lin Feng was stunned.

Then, three words popped out of his mouth, not loudly, but the room suddenly fell silent—someone had pressed pause, and the music stopped.

"Teacher Huo?"

The girl opened her eyes, and tears streamed down her face like a tap being turned on.

She opened her mouth, her lips trembling several times, and finally managed to squeeze out, "Lin Feng... please don't tell the school..."

Lin Feng stood there, completely stunned. Wasn't this their senior year English teacher, Huo Shanshan?

Everyone in the private room was watching the two of them.

Tiger's mouth sprayed out the wine like a showerhead.