"Okay." Yang Feng smiled faintly, casually folded the invitation, stuffed it into his pocket, turned around and pushed it out, walked towards the central hall, slowly sat down in front of the piano, adjusted his position, and his hands began to dance across the black and white keys.
Naturally, the first piece he played was his own composition, "Floating Dream," and the next three were musical works from Earth in a parallel universe, which were pleasant to listen to and not cloying.
(PS: Thanks to the awesome author for the two recommendation votes. I'm asking for more recommendation votes, thank you.)
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Chapter 37 Deskmate
"Yang Feng..." Yang Feng's mind was replaying the events of yesterday when he was interrupted by a voice as beautiful as a heavenly melody. He turned around and saw his dear deskmate. She ran up from behind him, slightly out of breath, her big eyes sparkling as she looked at him, as if she were flirting.
She was just like us ordinary students, wearing a cute blue and white school uniform, with a black skirt she bought herself that just covered her knees. Her jet-black hair was tied into a medium ponytail and hung in front of her chest, with a faint hint of yellow in it.
Yang Feng's expert medical skills revealed that she might have insufficient hormone secretion, excessive mental stress, or possibly be menstruating.
"Hello, my deskmate," Yang Feng said with a faint smile.
"What's so good about it?" Han Shilan rolled her eyes at Yang Feng, patted her chest, took a breath, and said, "You haven't been to study for the past two days. Let's go in quickly, and I can help you catch up on the lessons you missed during the morning reading time."
Yang Feng was slightly stunned. He had never paid much attention to his beautiful classmate, the school beauty, before. He was either working part-time or sleeping in class and never really looked at her. Now, seeing her for the first time, he realized that she was indeed the school beauty and was even tutoring him. If other boys encountered this situation, they would sigh and say: "You must have done too many good deeds in your past life."
He now recalls his impatience when they were deskmates and feels it was childish. She tutored him and supervised his studies, yet he didn't appreciate her kindness.
"Yang Feng, Yang Feng, what are you thinking about?" Han Shilan waved her fair, snow-white hand in front of Yang Feng, looked up slightly at the somewhat dazed Yang Feng, and asked.
"It's nothing, it's just that I was thinking about how I used to have such a nice and beautiful deskmate, how come I didn't notice? I feel like such an idiot."
Yang Feng scratched the back of his head, a smile appearing on his lips, and spoke.
"Pfft—" Han Shilan suddenly laughed, feeling that all the girls passing by paled in comparison. She playfully rolled her eyes at Yang Feng and said reproachfully, "I say... are you trying to flirt with me?"
After saying that, Han Shilan's pretty face flushed red. She never expected that she, a traditional girl, would say such things.
It seems that one's IQ drops to zero when in front of someone they like.
"If you say so, then so be it." Yang Feng smiled faintly and said slowly. Then he felt the murderous aura around him getting stronger. He turned around and saw that it was the male students who were looking at him.
Han Shilan's pretty face flushed even more, and she thought to herself: Is this a disguised confession? Or... Oh dear, Han Shilan, you're the school beauty, how can you have such thoughts?
Immediately, she punched Yang Feng with her pink little fist and said softly, "Let's not talk about it anymore, let's go in quickly."
"Okay." Yang Feng nodded slightly and walked in side by side with Han Shilan.
Although they weren't speaking loudly, their actions just now resembled those of a couple deeply in love, flirting and teasing each other.
"Hey! Look at the guy next to Han, the school beauty, isn't that Yang Feng, the perennial loser? I know him so well!"
"That's true. I remember when he was in the first year of high school, he was a super genius and top student known throughout the school. What a fall from grace."
"I don't know how it happened, but he actually hooked up with Han, the school beauty. It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, what a tragedy~"
“............”
These people spoke out loudly and openly, and their words reached the ears of Yang Feng and his companion.
Yang Feng sneered. He now possessed knowledge of mathematics, physics, and chemistry, as well as a detective's ability to remember everything he saw. If he was still at the bottom of the class, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.
Speaking of which, the profession of detective is different from other professions. You don't need to unlock the various skills below to obtain them, and the ability to remember everything you see is really versatile.
It works great!
Han Shilan bit her red lips, glanced back at the classmates behind her who were constantly mocking Yang Feng, feeling somewhat displeased. She then turned to look at Yang Feng, only to see him still smiling, which puzzled her.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the classroom. Han Shilan took out her notebook and enthusiastically explained all the knowledge she had missed in the previous two days to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng listened very attentively this time. Apart from mathematics, physics, and chemistry, he thoroughly memorized everything she explained about classical Chinese and ancient poetry translation.
"Did you understand?" After explaining the knowledge from the previous two days, Han Shilan blinked her eyebrows and turned her head slightly to look at Yang Feng.
"Understood." Yang Feng nodded, looking at the compulsory Chinese textbook in his hand, and said.
"Really? Don't pretend to know what you don't, or you'll always be a good-for-nothing," Han Shilan said skeptically in a sweet voice.
"Don't worry, I really understand everything." Yang Feng smiled faintly, glanced at Han Shilan, and said.
A sudden school bell interrupted Han Shilan's words, and then Zhou Keke, the English homeroom teacher, walked in.
The classroom immediately fell silent.
When she saw Yang Feng sitting in the classroom, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she immediately called out, "Class begins..."
Soon, Teacher Zhou Keke picked up her English book and began slowly reciting English words. Yang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, then lay down on the table and fell asleep.
"What kind of people are these? They sleep as soon as class starts." Han Shilan pouted slightly, shook her head helplessly, and glanced at Yang Feng. She was a little conflicted because his parents were high-ranking officials and wanted her to get into Yanjing Wudaokou Vocational Technical School.
This is a prestigious university in China, and Yang Feng's grades aren't very good, so it's definitely impossible for them to be in the same school, unless... unless he deliberately makes a mistake in the college entrance exam, they will have to be separated.
She didn't want to break up with Yang Feng. She had finally met someone she liked in eighteen years. Was she just going to let him slip away like this?
As a result, Han Shilan spent the rest of her English class lost in thought.
"Okay, get out of class dismissed." Zhou Keke put down the chalk in her hand and said to Yang Feng, "Yang Feng, come to my office."
Yang Feng heard someone calling him and groggily woke up. He stood up and followed Teacher Zhou Keke to the office.
"Yang Feng, I'm asking you, why didn't you come to school the past two days?" Zhou Keke asked, sitting in a black leather chair.
Yang Feng was very articulate and easily made up an excuse to get away with it. He almost had to write a thousand-word explanation, thank goodness.