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

"I can't tell."

"That's strange, I didn't say that?"

"I never said that."

"Now you can tell me, umm..."

No, you—

……

As night deepened, Cheng Fei removed his helmet, revealing bloodshot eyes.

The boy took a cold shower and came back feeling a little better.

I picked up my phone and saw a new message on WeChat.

"Cheng Fei, I can't sleep."

This was posted by a tea ceremony teacher about ten minutes ago.

"Reflect on why you can't sleep, and don't do this again, thank you."

I want to come find you.

Goodbye, contact me via message in a bottle if needed.

Another few minutes passed.

"No need for that now, goodnight Cheng Fei."

"?"

Cheng Fei gave up thinking about what she had done in those short twenty minutes and instead opened Shen Xi's chat box.

"Teacher Shen, I ran into you on the fifth floor just now. I saw you were offline, so I pushed you off the cliff. It was nothing, no need to thank me."

A few seconds later, a voice message came from the other end, which Cheng Fei opened.

"I'm giving you a serious warning: don't meddle in other people's business next time. Also, the equipment is on your own; give me a new set tomorrow." The girl's tone conveyed a sense of utter exhaustion, like a scientist who had racked their brains trying to figure out why a machine malfunctioned, only to find out that a rat had chewed through the wires.

"Don't worry, your equipment has been recycled."

"?"

"How was it recycled?"

"How else can we recycle it? Teacher Shen, you're so cute. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight."

"?"

"?"

"?"

A series of question marks flew in.

Cheng Fei switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode and lay down on the bed to fall asleep peacefully.

……

In the afternoon, Cheng Fei packed his things and prepared to leave the classroom.

Chen Hao, Du Xinhua, and the vice class monitor surrounded him on his seat, looking down at him with ill intent.

"Cheng Fei," Chen Hao said.

"what?"

"Don't leave in a hurry."

"What's the matter?"

"After careful consideration, the organization has decided to entrust you with an important mission."

"What do you need me for?"

"During the cultural festival, you'll be wearing a butler's uniform and working as a waiter at the food stall." Chen Hao had a sinister grin about him.

"Holy crap, so the coffee shop was brought back to life after all this time?"

"This is the result of unanimous agreement among all the boys and girls in the class," Du Xinhua said sadly, looking at him.

"So I wasn't included in the whole class?"

"Who told you to disappear during your lunch break?" Chen Hao said gloatingly.

"I'm going to practice the piano."

"Don't worry, I'll be there for you." The vice squad leader pressed down on Cheng Fei's shoulder, his eyes showing a mixture of coldness, mockery, and sympathy.

"Then what do you mean by taking a rope now?" Cheng Fei asked warily.

"This isn't a rope, it's a measuring tape." Chen Hao stretched out the object in his hand.

What is it used for?

"I'll take your measurements; your butler's uniform needs to be custom-made."

"Why not just buy any set? Customizing is too extravagant. Is this how class funds are spent?"

The three exchanged a glance.

Should we tell him?

"I feel like he got off too easy."

"Never mind, just tell him."

Cheng Fei listened with suspicion and uncertainty, "Don't tell me there's a major conspiracy behind this."

"Cheng Fei, this money came from your fan club," Chen Hao said through gritted teeth.

……

75. Cheng Fei triggers death keyword

"What fan club?" Cheng Fei asked in surprise. "I've never heard of it."

"In short, someone provided a sponsorship, and the savings in class funds are all thanks to you." The vice class monitor, who was in charge of managing class fund expenditures, pushed up his glasses with a smile, his expression showing indescribable satisfaction.

"So I was sold? You should at least tell me who I was sold to?"

"I heard it's an underground gang made up of girls. I suggest you be careful in the future, lest you get ambushed and stuffed into a sack," Du Xinhua said with concern.

Cheng Fei asked in surprise and doubt, "What exactly is Yinghua?"

"Okay, hurry up and finish measuring, my basketball team still has training." Chen Hao straightened the measuring tape.

"Wait, I haven't agreed yet after all this talk, have I?" Cheng Fei quickly called out.

"You still don't understand? The money's already in your account!"

"Did you guys take kickbacks? Share some with me!"

"Go find your fan club!"

Then Cheng Fei was locked up by the strongman.

After a fierce battle, the three left satisfied. Cheng Fei tugged at his collar, reflecting on his painful experience.

Sure enough, the weak are easily manipulated. A gentleman is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. He must become stronger, otherwise, if he continues to be so handsome, who knows when something might happen to him.

"Oh, right, there's something I wanted to ask you." Cheng Fei called out to Du Xinhua, who was walking at the very back.

"I don't know anything about the fan club or anything like that; I'm just a bystander."

Cheng Fei shook his head. "No, not that. Do you know anyone who does post-production music editing, or do you know anyone who does?"

Du Xinhua raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do?"

"I want to cover a song and I'd like to find someone to help me with the tuning so that it looks like this." Cheng Fei opened C-site on his phone and played a video.

After reading it, Du Xinhua's furrowed brows relaxed. "No problem, I'll help you contact the senior in the game department. He's an expert in this area."

"Great."

……

The interlude came to an end, and Cheng Fei carried the synthesizer into the club activity building.

In the lobby on the first floor, a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed female international student was talking with several companions.

"Stop talking!" The female student's expression was resolute for some reason.

"Minister, that place is too dangerous..." His companion's face was full of worry.

"I have to go!"

"Minister, the club can't do without you..."

The conversation was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere of farewell.

Are they rehearsing a stage play? These people.

Cheng Fei glanced at it as he passed by, then went upstairs without stopping.

The boy climbed onto the rooftop and pushed open the door to room 601.

A picture-perfect, aloof young woman sits on a steel tube chair, engrossed in reading.

It must be said that Lin Xuanqi's subordinates were incredibly efficient; an air conditioner had been added to the corner of the room, but it wasn't turned on at the moment.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Shen." Cheng Fei put down the synthesizer.

Shen Xi abruptly looked up from her book, her face grim. "Cheng Fei, explain yourself clearly."

"what?"

The girl gritted her teeth and asked, "What exactly did you do to me yesterday?"

Cheng Fei was taken aback, then came to his senses and casually fiddled with the synthesizer. "Teacher Shen, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I'm asking you, what did you do last night on the fifth floor while I was AFK?" Shen Xi said, enunciating each word clearly.

"You mean in the game?" Cheng Fei said, as if recalling something. "You can probably guess, right, Teacher Shen?"

"What do you mean?" The girl frowned slightly.

"I like you. I finally got this opportunity, so of course I'm going to do everything I've always wanted to do for you. It also serves as a way to finish the topic we discussed earlier."

Shen Xi's pupils contracted, "You..."

"Teacher Shen, I'm starting to believe in the existence of the corridor, because you can really do those things. I feel like my life is complete." Cheng Fei smacked his lips as if savoring something.

The girl stared blankly at him, her body trembling violently as if she were chilled.

"Teacher Shen, why aren't you saying anything?"

"You've already done despicable things, what more do you want me to say?"

The girl's eyes flickered, her fists clenched and unclenched, and she gritted her teeth, turning her face away as if talking to herself, "Fine, fine, I knew you were this kind of person all along. It's all my own fault..."

Cheng Fei remained calm and said, "Teacher Shen, if I remember correctly, you have a mental fastidiousness, right? Since I've already mentally taken advantage of you, why don't we take this opportunity to get back together? I will cherish you as always. Be my girlfriend."

"Stop daydreaming." The girl glared at him.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Shen, you are really cute. Although it's a pity that you were born like two fried eggs, it was a surprise that you were born naturally." Cheng Fei stroked his chin and looked her up and down.

The girl was struck dumb, her eyes wide as she stared at him. "What...did you say?"

"I said you're the type who delivers naturally, haven't you heard of that? It means you're more plump around here."

At that moment, Cheng Fei was unaware of the seriousness of the problem and even gestured.

“I was asking about… the previous sentence.” The girl gritted her teeth.

"A fried egg? If you don't like that metaphor, you can replace it with something like an inconspicuous hill on a plain—"

"Shut up!" The girl's voice suddenly rose.

She lowered her head, crossed her arms, bit her lip and remained silent, her long, dark hair obscuring her cool and aloof face.