I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

Cheng Fei, who was analyzing the forces acting on the ball, immediately shut up. "Okay, Xuanqi, what do you want to say?"

"How's the quantitative investment going?" The girl yawned listlessly.

"This... is still in the initial stage." The boy's confidence when explaining physics problems quickly vanished, and he became like an honest and obedient primary school student.

"Don't tell me you haven't officially started work after half a month." Lin Xuanqi's expression turned dissatisfied.

"How could that be?" the boy said seriously. "Although the process was full of challenges, the model has already completed its initial training and is now in use."

"Hmm, and then?" Lin Xuanqi changed her sitting posture.

"This week I focused on optimizing parameters, making incremental learning and fine-tuning based on the running situation, and the results are quite good." The young man pushed the half-baked cheese he had ordered earlier toward her.

"Let's get straight to the point, how's the profit?" Lin Xuanqi casually took a bite of the cake.

"Well, although we haven't reached the break-even point yet, the return rate this week is much higher than in the previous weeks, which means my strategy is gradually taking effect. I think we can turn into positive returns by next month at the latest." The young man carefully considered his words.

"Cheng Fei, I've noticed that you've been following me for a few days, and while you haven't learned anything else, you've mastered the rhetoric they use to write financial statements." Lin Xuanqi seemed to laugh at his exasperation, shoving the spoon in her hand into his mouth and patting his face.

Shen Xi, who was eating tiramisu, suddenly stopped and frowned, as if the spoon in her hand was poisoned.

"What's wrong?" Nagasaki Asuna smiled and tilted her head to look at her.

Shen Xi ignored the girl.

"Xuanqi, there has to be a process, right? I think it's already pretty good that you've finished so much work in half a month." Cheng Fei said with a sincere expression.

"I'll ask you later whether you did it yourself or someone else did it for you," Lin Xuanqi said casually.

"Ask away," the boy said without a hint of guilt.

Lin Xuanqi gave a noncommittal chuckle.

"By the way, Xuanqi, are you free during winter break?" After a while, the boy, who was engrossed in writing his homework, asked casually.

"What do you mean by having free time during winter break? School is on holiday, but the company isn't." The girl crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes to rest.

"So you're not planning to take a vacation during the New Year?" the boy asked again.

"uncertain."

"It's not certain whether to take a break or not?"

"Stop beating around the bush, just say what you want." Lin Xuanqi pinched his waist with her eyes closed.

"The Corridor Research Department is planning to go out during the winter break."

Where to go?

"maritime."

"What are you going to do at sea?" The girl opened her eyes suspiciously.

"Find the corridor." The boy said seriously.

"Are you out of your minds?" Lin Xuanqi's expression was as if she had heard something completely unbelievable.

“I also think it’s pretty crazy, but what they’re saying makes some sense. Maybe we’ll actually make some incredible discoveries.” Cheng Fei said calmly. “But that’s not important. I just want to ask Xuanqi if you’re going. We can take Milian’s yacht for a vacation.”

"Don't I have my own yacht?" Lin Xuanqi raised an eyebrow.

"It would be even better if you drove yours."

“I’m not going, and you’re not allowed to go either,” the girl said without hesitation.

"That was my plan too. How can I go without your permission?" The boy nodded.

"What are you worried about?" Lin Xuanqi suddenly wanted to laugh when she saw his serious expression.

"There are too many girls." The boy looked at her and said, emphasizing each word.

Lin Xuanqi smiled and narrowed her eyes, a hint of danger in them, and pinched his waist hard.

"By the way, Xuanqi, wait a moment." Cheng Fei suddenly stood up as if he had just remembered something.

Under Lin Xuanqi's questioning gaze, the boy first walked to a seat not far away and said a few words to a pretty girl with glasses and a bun.

The girl took a handheld gimbal out of her bag, attached her phone to it, and seemed to be preparing to record a video.

The boy turned a corner and walked to the other side.

The café has a small stage with a stylish piano on it.

The boy sat down at the piano and casually pressed two chords.

This attracted the attention of the Sakura students.

The boy raised his index finger and said mysteriously, "I'm playing 'Für Elise' as a gift to a girl I like who taught me to play the piano. Just use it as background music, don't worry about it."

Almost everyone in Yinghua knows Cheng Fei, and the only girl Cheng Fei would mention as his favorite in such a public setting is Lin Xuanqi.

As soon as she finished speaking, a tacit murmur of jeers rippled through the café, and everyone's eyes fell on the girl who sat alone by the window, resting her chin on her hand with a disdainful expression.

The stubble-faced, roguish owner behind the counter smiled and shook his head, turning off the soft background music that had been playing in the store.

The boy on stage lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, and soothing piano music flowed out, gradually filling the café.

The soft spotlights on stage were orange-yellow, filtering through a few wisps of black hair that fell across the boy's smooth forehead and the side of his sharply defined nose.

The boy stood tall and straight, rolling up half of his shirt sleeve to reveal his strong forearms. As his ten fingers danced and exerted force on the piano keys, he inadvertently revealed a powerful sense of strength.

The thin silver glasses perched on his nose added a touch of scholarly air to him, making the handsome and flamboyant young man more reserved and intellectual. His shirt collar was slightly disheveled, with two buttons undone, clearly revealing his Adam's apple and his fair, faint collarbone.

The boy playing the piano was simply a perfect painting.

The sound of some girls swallowing their saliva could be heard in the coffee shop, unnoticed by others.

……

166. Cheng Fei is not leaving.

Soothing and melodious piano music filled the afternoon café.

"Damn it, this kid is going too far! He's seriously affecting everyone's learning efficiency," Chen Hao muttered through gritted teeth.

“But he really plays quite well.” Du Xinhua shook his head.

"Indeed, although I don't know much about piano, it sounds almost the same as what I hear on TV," the vice class monitor said with a smile.

Zhou Han and Ruan Jingyi also looked at the boy's profile on the stage.

"I want to find a boyfriend like Cheng Fei in the future who can play the piano and is also romantic," Zhou Han muttered, resting her chin on her hands.

"You're really impressive as a man, junior," Miriam remarked in a somewhat strange tone.

Shen Xi seemed oblivious to everything, completely focused on the exam paper in her hands, her brows furrowed as if she were facing an unprecedented challenge.

In front of her, Nagasaki Asuna's seat was facing away from the stage, so she couldn't see anything. The girl seemed uninterested in everything. She simply rested her chin on one hand, tilted her head to look at her reflection in the glass window, as if thinking of something happy. The corners of her mouth curved into a smile that was hard for others to notice, and her bright eyes narrowed slightly.

At the end of the usual club activities, the study group would disband, and the Sakura students gathered at the café would leave in twos and threes.

A row of black luxury cars were parked on the side of the road opposite the coffee shop.

Cheng Fei strode forward and opened the car door. Lin Xuanqi, looking imposing, got in with his help, and then Cheng Fei followed her in. Ye Shuang got into the car behind them alone.

Amidst the diverse gazes of the Sakura students, several cars sped away.

In the car, Cheng Fei continued to massage Lin Xuanqi.

The boy was much freer to touch places than before. Even when he moved above his knees, the girl, who was resting with her eyes closed, did not scold him. She simply moved her foot and stepped on him slowly with force.

The black luxury car drove towards South Bay, entered the vast and secluded estate, and stopped in front of the palatial villa.

Lin Xuanqi got out of the car yawning, with Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang following behind her on either side.

In the lobby on the first floor, the hole that Ye Shuang shot in the floor tile has disappeared. It's unclear whether it was repaired or the entire tile was replaced.

During the free time before dinner, Cheng Fei, as usual, challenged Ye Shuang to a game.

This time, the girl with pigtails took him next door, next to the game room that Cheng Fei had been to. There was a gym used by the men in black, and an octagonal cage in the center.

Surrounded by a group of men in black who were working out, the teenagers engaged in a duel inside the octagon.

"Ye Xiaoshuang, let's have a good fight this time." Seeing that the venue was good, Cheng Fei also got excited and confidently gave the girl who had changed into sportswear the middle finger.

"Overestimating yourself." Ye Shuang said coldly.

"Can you smile? Stop giving me that attitude all the time. When I marry Xuanqi, you'll have to call me 'Young Master'." The young man put his hands on his hips.

Faced with his provocation, Ye Shuang clenched her fists and smiled warmly, "Cheng Fei, I warned you, this time you asked for it."

The boy suddenly remembered that she had said something about being more ruthless when she smiled, but there was no time to say anything more.

Moreover, he is not entirely powerless against Ye Shuang now.

Then Cheng Fei was given a severe beating.

The octagonal cage was a closed wire mesh cage, so he couldn't escape immediately. Even after he surrendered, Ye Shuang didn't let him go. He had no choice but to fight desperately with the girl, even pulling her hair in an attempt to drag her into the territory of street thugs. In the end, he was pinned to the ground and subjected to a set of joint locks.

"Master Ye, you shouldn't hit someone in the face!"

The girl straddled his waist, her small fist raised high paused for a long time before she finally calmed down.

Ye Shuang calmed her slightly disordered breathing, then looked down at him with a charming smile, "Are you comfortable?"

"That feels good, that feels good," the boy chuckled sheepishly.

"Let me tell you, Cheng Fei, don't think that just because you have a relationship with Miss I won't dare to beat you up."

"Yes, yes, Master Ye, your skills are unparalleled. Even Xuanqi has to show you respect." The boy lay on the ground in a gesture of surrender.

Lin Xuanqi's voice suddenly rang out from outside the octagon, "Have you had enough? Come and eat if you've had enough."

She had been watching for quite some time now, without anyone noticing.

The girl turned and left after she finished speaking.

Ye Shuang then let out a soft hum and released Cheng Fei.

It was dinner at the long dining table, with only three people. Lin Xuanqi sat at the head of the table, while Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang sat on either side.

"Xiao Shuang, how's his training going?" Lin Xuanqi asked casually, looking down as she ate Buddha Jumps Over the Wall with a spoon.

“He’s pretty much the same as a street thug.” Ye Shuang put down her chopsticks and looked coldly at Cheng Fei.

The boy hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

A panel stat of 767 is supposedly about the same as a thug? That's ridiculous! You're only 889.

If he could beat her, Cheng Fei would have already flipped the table.

"Teach him a couple of tricks if you see how it goes, but don't let him really become a hoodlum." Lin Xuanqi put down her spoon.

"I understand." Ye Shuang nodded indifferently.

"Master Ye, please give me your guidance." Cheng Fei smiled.

"Stop grinning all the time." Lin Xuanqi looked at him with disbelief.

"Xuanqi, my greatest strength is my optimism."

“You have quite a few good points.” Lin Xuanqi raised an eyebrow.

"There's really nothing we can do about it," the boy shook his head and sighed.

"Are you full?" Lin Xuanqi suddenly stood up.

"I'm full." The boy quickly wiped his mouth and stood up. "Then I'll head back now. Xuanqi, you get some rest."

"Want to leave? Then go ahead, I won't see you out." Lin Xuanqi said with a half-smile, turning and leaving.

The boy was heading towards the main gate, but upon hearing this, he put his hands in his pockets, took a detour, and followed her as if nothing had happened.

"Why aren't you leaving again?" Lin Xuanqi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Xuanqi, it's a long way back from here. It takes an hour by bus, and it's dark and freezing cold. I plan to set off again tomorrow." The boy spoke vividly, as if he had written the essay "Sending Off Ma Sheng of Dongyang" in the textbook.

“Great, spending the night at the security booth at the entrance isn’t bad either,” Lin Xuanqi laughed.

"It's not suitable, it's not suitable."

"What's wrong with it?" Lin Xuanqi asked as she walked.