Breakfast Together

"Sleepyhead, Teacher Mu Jin is here. Aren't you getting up?" a sweet, gentle voice whispered in his ear.

?!

Mu Jin!!!

At the sound of his homeroom teacher's name, Lin Feng jolted upright in bed.

But all he saw was Wu Feng leaning over his pillow, mischief dancing in her eyes.

"You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Wu Feng straightened up and pursed her lips in mock annoyance. "You look pretty comfy sleeping in my bed. Hurry up and eat breakfast—we have class."

With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen. Lin Feng's gaze followed her before he could stop himself, and his breath hitched.

Wu Feng was wearing nothing but a loosely tied apron. Her clothes underneath were thin, and as she moved, the delicate outline of her figure showed through...

"Pervert, what are you staring at?" Wu Feng came back with a plate and caught him looking. "You're about to drool. Hurry up and wake Ning Tian. Fair warning, she's cranky when she gets up."

"Can you blame me? Your breakfast smells amazing..."

Grinning, Lin Feng got out of bed and walked over to Ning Tian's.

A lazy groan came from beneath the covers. "Mmm... Lin Feng, I don't want to get up..."

"Come on, princess. The sun's already scorching your bottom."

As he spoke, his gaze was caught by a dainty pink foot sticking out from under the blanket.

She'd run so many laps yesterday, yet her skin was still so fair and soft.

On impulse, he reached out and gently tickled her sole.

"Ah! That tickles... Lin Feng, let go..."

Ning Tian twisted into a ball beneath the covers, her voice flustered and embarrassed.

Her little foot wriggled in Lin Feng's palm, its delicate softness making him reluctant to let go.

He had to admit, the little princess took great care of her feet. Soft, plump, fragrant... perfect for stepping on... stepping on grapes.

"If you don't get up, I'll have to turn up the power."

"...I'm getting up, I'm getting up!" Ning Tian suddenly poked her head out from under the blanket. Half of the covers slipped away, revealing a stretch of fair leg.

Blushing, she said shyly, "Let go of my foot... I need to wash up."

Seeing the look in Lin Feng's eyes, Ning Tian wondered if the brat had some kind of unusual fetish.

Only then did Lin Feng let go with a smile, his fingertips lingering as they brushed over her ankle.

Ning Tian felt a jolt, and goosebumps rose all over her.

Soon, freshly washed and still reluctant, she made her way to the table.

Lin Feng had been waiting so long he was starving. He grabbed a chicken wrap and took a bite, praising it without thinking. "Wu Feng's cooking is great, just like Sister Xiaotao's."

"Just like whose?!" Wu Feng's eyes turned cold. Under the table, her foot landed squarely on the top of Lin Feng's.

"Not the same, not the same! Yours tastes the best!"

Only then did Lin Feng remember the bad blood between the two, and he hurriedly changed his tune. But the foot didn't move away. Instead, it began rubbing gently against the top of his.

Soft and warm, with real skill...

He hadn't expected Wu Feng's little feet to be just like Ning Tian's—plump and soft. The more she pressed down, the more he was getting into it... If only she were wearing stockings.

Lin Feng sat stiffly, not daring to look down. He was afraid Wu Feng would catch him and rap him on the head.

"Hmph. At least you know that."

After a huff, Wu Feng suddenly pressed harder and gave his foot a fierce tickle before pulling her little pink foot back.

Seeing the blissful little look on Lin Feng's face, she wondered, just like Ning Tian, if he had some kind of unusual fetish.

After Wu Feng cleared the plates and went into the kitchen,

Ning Tian leaned close to Lin Feng and whispered with a wicked grin, "You little rascal, I've got you now... I saw everything just now. Do you actually like being bullied like that?"

Lin Feng hastily denied it. "Don't make things up. I'm a pure-hearted young man. How could I have a fetish like that?"

"You were clearly enjoying it. That look on your face, hehe~" Ning Tian said, grinning even more wickedly.

"It's only human... human nature," Lin Feng admitted with a pained expression.

"What are you two whispering about?" Wu Feng poked her head out of the kitchen.

"Nothing! It's time for class!" Lin Feng hurriedly got to his feet.

Ning Tian followed behind him, eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a successful prank. Her grin made his back tingle.

He knew he was in for it. He just didn't know whether he'd be "enjoying it" or "suffering through it"...

The dull day of classes began.

Cicadas started chirring outside the window. This summer seemed especially sweltering.

As he listened to the lesson, Lin Feng was already thinking about the cool, sweet ice cream waiting for him at the campus shop once the bell rang.

Soon, the final bell of the day rang.

All the new students had assembled in the square, ready for their daily laps.

"Ning Tian leaned closer and asked, "Can I book an acupuncture session for tonight?"

"Not tonight. I have to move dorms."

"Then tomorrow! I'm booking it now."

"...All right."

Lin Feng groaned inwardly. He wished he could split into ten people and juggle all these different groups. He was exhausted, body and soul.

"Ning Tian, hurry up with your warm-up. We're about to start running."

"Can I just run eighty laps today..."

"No! Keep up, and stick to my pace."

As Lin Feng led Ning Tian and Wu Feng on their run, he searched the crowd for Wang Dong, but didn't see her even by the time they finished.

Strange. Where had she gone? They still had to move dorms together tonight...

Speaking of which, Yan Shaozhe truly had authority and got things done.

In just one day, he'd made Old Madam Zhou Yi back down. Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao had all transferred into Class Nine.

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao were both standouts among the new students, brilliant young talents.

Word was, Xiao Xiao—whom Lin Feng had never met—was a Twin Martial Souls wielder.

Old Madam Zhou Yi had taken a serious loss. That was what she got for picking a fight with a tough nut like Lin Feng...

At Shrek, strength ultimately came first. Even if Fan Yu and Zhou Yi joined forces, they might not be a match for Yan Shaozhe.

Zhou Yi could only throw her weight around in front of a new student who was a Soul Elder like him. If Ma Xiaotao or Yan Shaozhe stood before her, she probably wouldn't even dare breathe too loudly.

What pleased Lin Feng most was that he'd secured a room with Wang Dong.

Ma Xiaotao's old room was still being kept for him, too, so he could switch between the two dorms...

As for Huo Yuhao, although he'd transferred into Class Nine as well, Fan Yu had already taken him on as a disciple. So he was rooming with Fan Yu's other disciple, which would make it easier for them to discuss Soul Tools.

He'd heard the other disciple was a burly, bald man named He Caitou. Lin Feng was starting to worry about Huo Yuhao's personal safety...

Lin Feng and the two girls soon finished their hundred laps in the square.

He carried Ning Tian back to the dormitory, handed her over to Wu Feng, then went straight to his new room.

The academy had already stocked the new dorm with all the daily necessities. All that remained was for him to move in.

When he reached the entrance, he saw a familiar figure struggling to drag several large bags of luggage.

"Wang Dong? I didn't see you during the run. So you came early to move your things," Lin Feng said.

"You know that, so why aren't you helping? I'm exhausted." Wang Dong set down a box, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Why do you have so much luggage? You're moving like a little girl."

"You're the one who looks like a little girl! These—these are all workout equipment, got it?"

"You'd better hope they really are workout equipment."

"You talk too much... Why are you acting like a little girl? Come help me!"

"All right, all right."

Lin Feng laughed at having his words turned against him. He said no more and stepped forward to take two of the large bags.

At last, they finished moving everything. Wang Dong sat down on a box, panting, and looked up at Lin Feng, whose breathing was still steady.

"Are you an ox? You're not even out of breath."

"I think you're the ox," Lin Feng said with a casual glance. "You've built up quite the chest."

"I really want to beat you up..."

"Go ahead. But I won't take advantage of you while you're tired. Let's settle it this weekend."

"Fine. Just you wait..."