“This…really, it’s not necessary. I can go outside for some fresh air.” Yang Feng didn’t expect Professor Sun’s attitude to be so firm, and he said.
"Alright then, I'll give you my sleeping bag. Whenever you get tired, just put yourself in it," Professor Sun said, unable to persuade Yang Feng otherwise.
Professor Sun took a sleeping bag out of the tent and handed it directly to Yang Feng, saying, "We haven't had dinner yet. I'll get some compressed biscuits from my backpack for you later."
"No need," Yang Feng shook his head and refused. He then took out a wild rabbit from his storage ring and instantly used his divine sense to search for the surrounding wood, preparing to start barbecuing.
Upon hearing his words, Professor Sun's lips twitched violently. This good lad, why does he always think he doesn't need anything? Does he really think he's the best in the world? He's too arrogant.
If he hadn't witnessed Yang Feng single-handedly eliminating terrorists and safely landing a space shuttle, he would have thought this young man was a good-for-nothing.
He's good in every way, except that he's too arrogant, which will eventually lead to his downfall.
Professor Sun sighed, turned around and went into the tent to take out some compressed biscuits and mineral water, intending to eat them himself first and give the brat food when he let go of his arrogance.
Yang Feng began gathering wood from the surrounding area, glancing occasionally towards the direction of the tent. The archaeological team had already started a large fire, which included a large pot.
He could clearly see that they were cooking compressed vegetables and thin porridge.
I never expected their food technology to be so advanced.
"It smells so good..." Hua Yi'er stood beside the big pot, looking at the delicious vegetables and food inside, and murmured with admiration.
"Everyone can eat soon. Why don't you go and have Uncle Sun come and eat with us?" Professor Hua said, scooping food from the pot with a spoon in one hand, turning to his daughter beside him.
"Oh, okay." Hua Yi'er turned and walked towards Professor Sun's direction, only to find that he was the only one there and she didn't see the boy. She was immediately puzzled.
“Uncle Sun, my dad wants you to come over for dinner. We’ve prepared lots of delicious food, and we’d also like to invite your student along,” Hua Yi’er said, pausing beside Professor Sun.
"Well, okay... My student said he doesn't need to eat anymore, so just leave him be." Professor Sun sighed slightly, waved his hand, and said.
He was still somewhat worried about Yang Feng. How could a young man work if he didn't eat? How could he have the strength to keep going?
"Huh? Doesn't he need to eat?" Hua Yi'er was a little surprised. They had walked several kilometers along the way, and their bodies definitely needed food to replenish their energy.
"I don't know, don't ask me. My student has a very strange personality." Professor Sun didn't seem to care. He believed it was better to let Yang Feng grow up freely, as he knew Yang Feng didn't like being restrained or managed.
"Well... alright." Hua Yi'er had originally wanted to ask Yang Feng if he was really on the space shuttle yesterday, but it seems that's impossible now.
Soon, Professor Sun and the group of archaeology students were enjoying a nutritious dinner. Although it consisted of only vegetables and thin porridge, it was already quite good for them in the wild.
Just then, a rich aroma wafted from not far away, causing everyone to stop and turn their attention to that spot.
There, Yang Feng was eating a roasted rabbit skewered on a twig, savoring the greasy yet fragrant food, with a small fire burning in front of him.
"My goodness, what is that person eating? It smells so good!" At this moment, a member of the archaeological team couldn't help but exclaim. Looking at the stir-fried vegetables in his hand and then at the fragrant meat in that person's hand, he couldn't compare at all.
"This kid... he's got some skills." Professor Sun sipped his porridge, glanced at Yang Feng, and smiled faintly.
"Yi'er, would you like some meat? Or I can go ask him for some. We're all archaeological team members, so he should be able to give us some," Chang Chao said softly as he approached Hua Yi'er.
"Is this okay?" Hua Yi'er looked at Chang Chao with a slightly complicated expression. Actually, this boy was quite nice. He was always very good to her, and she could feel his feelings.
"Sure, don't worry, I'll go get you some meat right away." Chang Chao patted his chest, then walked coolly towards Yang Feng's direction with his hands in his pockets.
Yang Feng tore off a few pieces of meat, intending to give some to Professor Sun later. His principle was that he would be good to whoever was good to him.
However, at that moment, a burly man walked over...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 415 No Why
"Hey friend, could you share some of the rabbit meat you have with us? Don't be so selfish and eat it all by yourself."
Chang Chao stood directly in front of Yang Feng, arms crossed, looking at him with a slightly arrogant gaze, and spoke in a commanding tone.
However, Yang Feng completely ignored the man, continued eating the roasted rabbit in his hand, and then casually uttered a sentence:
"roll."
He made the food himself, so it's perfectly normal for him not to share it with others, especially since they are all strangers.
"What the hell are you talking about? Believe me or not, I'll beat you up!" Chang Chao frowned, took a big step forward, reached out towards Yang Feng, and said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"idiot."
Yang Feng glanced at him, raised his hand and slapped him hard across the cheek, sending him flying backward without warning. He landed ten meters away, unable to get up, with a large red mark on his face.
He was speechless. What kind of world is this? He wasn't given anything, and he was going to get beaten up. If he really looked like his strength was proportional to his size, he would definitely get a beating.
"Ah... my face!" Chang Chao fell to the ground, struggling incessantly, his large hand touching his swollen cheek, which was in great pain. He knew without a doubt that he was disfigured.
After all, Yang Feng's strength was undeniable; with just a little effort, an ordinary person simply couldn't withstand it.
Seeing that they had started fighting, all the archaeologists looked at each other for a second before rushing to Chang Chao's side. Two male archaeology students helped Chang Chao up from the ground and saw a large red and swollen area on his face, which was even bruised and looked very bad.
His face used to be very resolute, but now it looks neither human nor ghost.
As for Yang Feng, he merely glanced at them calmly, without a trace of guilt in his heart. Even if he were to wipe them all out right now, he would feel no remorse.
Of course, this excludes his teachers.
"What are you doing?! Why are you hitting people?!" At this moment, an archaeology student looked at Yang Feng with a very unfriendly gaze and shouted loudly.