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

"Get lost," the girl said without any politeness.

Cheng Fei thought for a moment, "Are you really breaking up?"

"Didn't you understand when I told you to get lost?"

"Yes."

The boy obediently turned and left.

As Cheng Fei approached the door, he heard a soft voice behind him, "Oh, by the way, don't let me hear you and Shen Xi getting back together when you get back, otherwise..."

Cheng Fei turned around and returned to her. "Xuanqi, after thinking about it carefully, I think 500,000 is enough for me as a reward of one million. Let's forget about the breakup fee."

"Don't want it? Great, that saves you money."

"Then let's break up?"

Lin Xuanqi laughed, "What do you take me for? You think you can just confess your feelings over the phone and expect to be with me? There's a limit to how much a toad can dream of eating swan meat."

"Okay." Cheng Fei nodded. "As long as I don't get back together with Shen Xi, I understand."

"Not just Shen Xi, I don't want to hear any news about you being with anyone for the next three years." The girl turned her head to look out the window, her tone nonchalant.

Cheng Fei observed her profile. "Then I'll head back now. Xuanqi, get some rest. I'll come find you another day."

Lin Xuanqi waited motionless for him to turn around before glancing at his back out of the corner of her eye until he disappeared from sight.

……

[Zzzz: Check-in duration → terminated]

Cheng Fei took a taxi home.

Which link went wrong?

The boy sat in the car, deep in thought.

Song Wu, the mole, has been arrested. If Song Wu frames Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei will inevitably be subjected to torture and forced confession.

His safe escape means he wasn't implicated, and Lin Xuanqi's suspicions about him should have been largely cleared.

Since they started dating, Cheng Fei believes he has never made a mistake. No, he should say that he is perfect in every way, from his words and actions to his appearance and talent.

We got along really well before, it's unbelievable that this woman would break up with me like that.

If I had just persevered for another two weeks, I could have gotten Lin Xuanqi's "January" reward, which would have included at least 30,000 points and three chances to win a prize.

I should have postponed the date until the week after next.

Cheng Fei checked his bank card balance and found that he had 600,000 yuan, of which 100,000 yuan was from before.

Because of one sentence he said, Lin Xuanqi really only gave him 500,000.

In other words, this 600,000 yuan was all he received in exchange for all the torment and humiliation he had endured during this period.

If I honestly took this 600,000 yen and left, I could comfortably finish university, find a lovely girlfriend in the future, and perhaps even make a promise with Asuna Nagasaki to leave Academy City together, letting time fade the memories. My life might be very happy.

But Cheng Fei refused.

We can't just let Lin Xuanqi off the hook like this.

She needs to know that a realist and strong person cannot be insulted with money.

A true realist is one who doesn't bully the weak with their strength, but is also ruthless towards enemies. Once they've set their sights on a goal, they can endure and lie low, but they will never compromise or give up.

"Young man, you broke up?" The middle-aged, stubble-faced driver, who had been listening to love songs on the radio, glanced in the rearview mirror.

"what?"

"You look a bit upset. Did your girlfriend spill that on your clothes?"

There was a water stain on the boy's sleeve and chest, which was from when he was fighting earlier.

"More or less," Cheng Fei nodded.

"Girls are emotional creatures, if they argue, they can be coaxed back to make up," the driver said, gripping the steering wheel.

The radio station is still playing love songs; it's an old song from the 2000s.

The driver hummed along to the chorus, "I have to love, otherwise I'll lose my future. It feels like I'm a failure because I can't control myself, but every day is wonderful..."

Cheng Fei thought for a moment, then said, "Master, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Please give me your opinion on my appearance."

The driver casually turned the steering wheel. "He's devastatingly handsome, isn't he? If it were me picking up my daughter from school, I definitely wouldn't dare let you get in the car."

"So, if someone like me is perfect in every way, why would my girlfriend dump me when her subordinate betrayed her?"

"Your subordinate? Is your girlfriend a gangster?"

"She's in business; she's one of her distributors."

"So you've hooked up with a rich woman, huh?" the driver said, glancing at her sideways.

"I guess so, but my girlfriend is about the same age as me, and she comes from a well-off family business."

"Oh, I see." The driver pondered for a moment. "Most likely she's in a bad mood. Girls from wealthy families tend to have bad tempers, you know."

"Feeling down? But that's none of my business."

"How can it not be your business? Putting this aside, haven't you done anything else that has displeased her? That's how girls are; when she's happy, she's easy to talk to, but when she's unhappy, she'll hold a grudge against you." The driver said earnestly, "In this situation, all I can tell you is to think more carefully. Picking up girls isn't that easy."

"Master, you must have been a master of romance when you were young, right?"

"I've never been in a relationship. My wife was introduced to me by someone else, and we got married right away."

"..."

70. Cheng Fei received encouragement.

Cheng Fei returned to his apartment.

The door to the rented room was wide open, and messy footsteps could be vaguely seen on the floor. There were also signs that the desks and wardrobes had been rummaged through.

Cheng Fei checked and found that nothing was missing, although he didn't have much to begin with.

Cheng Fei could only guess that Lin Xuanqi's men had come in and thoroughly searched the place.

Cheng Fei shook his head and ordered takeout first.

Then I opened WeChat and sent a message to Lin Xuanqi.

"By the way, Xuanqi, this was taken today."

Then I posted a photo.

The background is at the entrance of a haunted house. A handsome young man in a plaid shirt smiles and leans against a beautiful girl who is half a head shorter than him. The girl, wearing a baseball cap, arrogantly puts her hands in her bomber jacket and glances at the camera with a disdainful smirk.

Although their actions weren't particularly intimate, anyone who saw them would have no doubt that they were dating.

The photos were sent but disappeared without a trace. Cheng Fei turned to open the package, and his synthesizer arrived.

After fiddling with the toys worth several thousand yuan for a while, Cheng Fei's takeout arrived. He put the synthesizer into a storage box and focused on eating.

Today, Cheng Fei ordered grilled fish rice, plus two fried eggs. The fish, fried until crispy, was savory and delicious, and paired with appetizing pickled vegetables, Cheng Fei ate with great relish.

After filling his stomach, he took out his study materials and fitness equipment.

As if nothing had happened, the boy continued to devote all his energy to studying and exercising.

……

on Monday.

Cheng Fei carried the synthesizer storage box to school.

The synthesizer wasn't light, and Cheng Fei regretted not writing Yinghua as the address, but then he thought that this was also a kind of weight training, and he felt relieved.

Upon entering the classroom, the long box, which was more than half a person's height, naturally attracted attention.

After class, Chen Hao leaned over and examined the storage box. "Cheng Fei, don't tell me you accidentally carried the wrong backpack again."

"No, this time it's not there. Inside is my synthesizer."

Chen Hao paused for a second, then scratched his head. "What is that?"

"You can think of it as a musical instrument similar to an electronic keyboard."

"You kid can actually play music?" Chen Hao stared wide-eyed as if he had seen a monster.

Zhou Han, who had been listening intently, turned around in her seat and asked, "Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei, is it true that the smarter a person is, the more musically talented they are?"

"I don't know, actually I only started playing recently."

"You're in the piano department?"

"It's the Corridor Research Department. The club has formed a band that they plan to perform in the game in the future."

"That sounds interesting," Zhou Han said with a longing expression.

"I never knew the corridor could be played like this." Chen Hao rested his hands on the back of his head. "I thought you guys were going to be on stage at the cultural festival."

"We do plan to make an appearance at the cultural festival first, which will serve as a showcase event."

"Cheng Fei, you're going on stage too?" Zhou Han's eyes lit up.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"Wow, then I'll bring some people to cheer you on." Zhou Han clenched her little fist.

"Thank you."

"Zhou Han, our basketball team will be putting on a fancy dribbling show," Chen Hao said.

"Oh." Zhou Han's expression immediately turned indifferent. "Sorry, I'm not interested in basketball."

Chen Hao, who had been hit by an arrow, clutched his chest and looked at Du Xinhua in the other seat, as if trying to pull his friend over to ease the awkwardness. "So, what's the game department planning to do? An exhibition at the cultural festival."

For some reason, Du Xinhua was unusually quiet today, and his face was more somber than usual.

He stood up without saying a word, walked over, and said, "Cheng Fei, there's something I want to confirm with you."

Chen Hao covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, "This kind of tangible resentment, does it mean that Cheng Fei bought the last copy of the bishoujo game disc that you wanted most in the electronics district?"

"Uh, what's wrong?" Cheng Fei hesitated, not remembering doing anything to offend him.

"Nagasaki Asuna and Yeshuang have both left the game club, and now the club is in chaos. Do you have any clues about this?" Du Xinhua asked.

Chen Hao stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "Cheng Fei, you know Nagasaki Asuna, right? You must know what's going on, right?"

"This... I can't believe such a thing exists in the world. I'm not entirely sure what's going on either. After all, she and I are just ordinary friends. Don't worry, I'll ask her next time I see her." For the first time, Cheng Fei used [Smile·Pure] on someone of the same sex.

Du Xinhua's eyes immediately regained their clarity. "Okay, remember to tell me if you find out anything. Our minister has been frantic these past few days."

"Definitely, definitely." Cheng Fei's smile was stiff.

in the afternoon.

As soon as the last class ended, Zhou Han stood up abruptly and said to the girl sitting next to her, "The journaling department is having a meeting today, I have to hurry over, bye-bye."

"okay."

Before the girl at the same table could finish replying, Zhou Han had already run away.

Cheng Fei remained calm and unhurried, first finishing the problems he was working on at his seat before packing up his things to go to club activities.

A girl walked up to Cheng Fei, clasped her hands together, and looked at him.

The boy looked up and saw that it was Zhou Han's deskmate, a girl who was taller than Zhou Han and had neatly cut shoulder-length hair. If he remembered correctly, her name was Ruan Jingyi.

Unlike the outgoing Zhou Han, Ruan Jingyi is quiet, just as her name suggests. Perhaps because their personalities complement each other, she and Zhou Han are often inseparable.

"Is there something wrong?" Cheng Fei asked, puzzled.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a performance at the cultural festival. Zhou Han and I will both go see it, so... good luck." She avoided Cheng Fei's gaze, lowered her head, and said softly.

"I see, thank you for your support."

"Um……"