"Heh..." Yang Feng chuckled and said, "So what? How boring."
"Boring?" Han Shilan blinked her big eyes and said with dissatisfaction, "Then don't go."
"Yeah, that's what I think too," Yang Feng said calmly. Now that he'd been woken up, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he picked up his Chinese textbook from the table and started reading. After all, all he had in his mind were math, physics, and chemistry; everything else was the same as before.
Moreover, he didn't really want to go on any of these trips. Back in his second year of high school, he never went on any outings or excursions; he mostly worked part-time jobs instead.
"Huh? You really aren't planning to go? This might be the last time we go out to play during high school."
Han Shilan's expression changed, and she looked at Yang Feng, who was looking at his Chinese textbook, and said.
Zhou Keke clapped her hands again, sighed slightly, and said, "Classmates, please be quiet for a moment. Actually, not every senior high school student can go on this trip. Next Monday to Wednesday is the city-wide joint exam, and only students who rank above 100 in our school can participate. So don't get too excited."
"ah?"
The students all fell silent, their expressions grim. Was it only the top 100 students in the school who could participate? At most, only seven or eight people in their class could get into the top 100, which meant that many students had no hope.
The classroom fell silent. The students looked disappointed. Four top students were happy, thinking that they were lucky to have good grades and would probably have to stay at school to study like them.
Han Shilan frowned slightly, glanced at the nonchalant Yang Feng, and sighed softly. Even if he wanted to go, he probably couldn't.
There are more than 600 senior high school students, and Yang Feng's scores are basically in the 500s in every exam. How can he be expected to be in the top 100?
Just then, a human-like female voice appeared in Yang Feng's mind.
"Ding-dong - Automatically acquired the [Student] career task: Successfully enter the top 100 in the next city-wide joint examination and go to the outing site."
"Task reward: One lottery scroll."
"Mission failed: The system will ignore the host for one month."
Yang Feng paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He continued to flip through the Chinese textbook in his hand and began to memorize the contents. For some reason, ever since those thugs hit him on the head, his mind had become very clear. He could memorize these texts and ancient poems without spending too much time and without missing a single word.
However, it could also be a benefit derived from the mercenary physique.
The bell rang, and the students all walked out of the classroom, their faces displaying a variety of expressions, some happy and some sad, after all, this was their last field trip since high school.
Yang Feng slung his white backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the school gate, his mind still replaying the ancient poems and texts he had just memorized.
Just then, a fragrance wafted over with a gentle breeze, and suddenly a beautiful and alluring girl appeared before his eyes.
Xia Yumo glanced at Yang Feng with a hint of disdain and disgust. She walked up to Yang Feng and said impatiently, "Yang Feng, my dad wants you to come to my house for dinner tonight. You need to be here at seven o'clock, do you hear me?"
"Hmm..." Yang Feng wouldn't bother trying to win her over, so he gave a curt reply and they walked away in opposite directions from the school gate.
P.S.: Thanks to phantom for the recommendation vote!
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Chapter 18 Playing the Piano
Yang Feng didn't care about Xia Yumo's indifference. If his father hadn't invited him to her house for dinner, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to her.
Her father, Xia Guoliang, was a close friend of her father in high school. They even went to military school together and served in the army. They had a very deep relationship. They once said that if they had two sons, they would make them brothers, and if they had two daughters, they would make them best friends who could talk about anything.
If it's a man and a woman, let them get married...
It has been almost two years since her father passed away. Before that, Xia Yumo's father took good care of their family. After the two left the military academy, her father inherited the company passed down from above, while her father's family was not as well off as theirs.
Yang Feng walked along the bustling street, as the sunset gradually descended on the horizon, turning red or purple.
Not long after, Yang Feng arrived at Buckstar Cafe. At this time of evening, there were quite a few people drinking coffee here. He didn't expect this cafe to be so popular. Some people were even taking their coffee to go.
"Welcome." The woman in the cheongsam, Xiao Mo, paused slightly as she looked at the man entering through the door, then smiled and said, "You've arrived? Boss Wu is in her office; you should go find her first."
"Okay." Yang Feng smiled slightly, nodded to her, and knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
As Yang Feng entered the office, he saw Wu Miaoyin, who was dressed in a light blue low-cut dress, revealing a large expanse of white skin, her proud breasts, and alluring cleavage. She sat in front of the office, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked in his direction.
Her snow-white thighs were crossed, and she wore bright red high heels, which, combined with her charming and alluring appearance, made her even more captivating.
Even an ordinary man's eyeballs would probably pop out.
"Now that you're here, let me tell you something. When you play, don't play anything upbeat. Just play some quiet or melancholic songs, okay?"
Wu Miaoyin loosened her snow-white thighs and looked at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes.
"Okay, I understand." Yang Feng nodded in reply, thinking to himself that he only seemed to know one song he composed, "Floating Dream," and nothing else. Did he have to create another new song? But without inspiration, he couldn't seem to come up with anything...
After exchanging a few words with Wu Miaoyin, Yang Feng walked out of the office door, slowly approached the piano, sighed deeply, a smile appeared on his lips, opened the piano lid, and sat down.
Many people around looked over. Some were guests who had been there yesterday and were excited to see the boy, since he played so well. Those who hadn't been there before looked confused and disdainful.
What is the highest level a student can reach in playing?
Yang Feng gently placed his hands on the black and white piano keys. If he kept playing "Floating Dream" on repeat, the first time would definitely be very good, but what about the second and third time?
It's inevitable that it will seem dull and boring.
At this moment, Yang Feng remembered the lottery offered by the system, and thought that he might be able to win a music album or something similar. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and his mind raced.
"System, what scrolls do I have left?"
"Beep beep—There is one low-level profession scroll and one lottery scroll in the storage space. You can use them!" the system said.
Yang Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and his mind raced as he said:
"System, please use the lottery scroll."