Breakfast Together

"Little lazy cat, Teacher Mu Jin is here, time to get up~" A sweet, gentle voice brushed past his ears.

?!

Mu Jin!!!

Hearing the name of his homeroom teacher, Lin Feng jolted upright in bed.

He only saw Wu Feng leaning over his pillow, a playful look of triumph hidden in her eyes.

"You..."

"You what?" Wu Feng straightened up, pouting in mock dissatisfaction. "Sleeping in my bed seems quite comfortable, doesn't it? Get up, eat breakfast, and get to class."

With that, she turned toward the kitchen. Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily followed her, his breath hitching for a moment.

Wu Feng was wearing nothing but an apron, her inner clothes thin, and as she moved, the outline of her slender, soft figure was faintly visible...

"Little pervert, what are you looking at?" Wu Feng turned back with a plate, catching his gaze head-on. "You're practically drooling... Go wake up Ning Tian. I'm warning you, she's very grumpy in the mornings."

"It's all because your breakfast smells so good..."

Lin Feng smirked as he got up and walked over to Ning Tian's bed.

A lazy whimper came from under the quilt: "Mm... Lin Feng, I don't want to get up..."

"Young Miss, the sun is already hitting your backside."

As he spoke, his eyes were hooked by a dainty, pinkish foot peeking out from the corner of the blanket.

Even after running so many laps yesterday, it remained fair and soft.

On a whim, he reached out and gently tickled the sole of her foot.

"Ah! So itchy... Lin Feng, let go..."

Ning Tian twisted into a ball under the covers, her voice filled with shyness and urgency.

That little foot struggled slightly in Lin Feng's palm, the delicate sensation making him loath to let go.

I have to say, this little princess's feet are well-maintained—soft, fleshy, and fragrant, perfect for... stomping grapes.

"If you don't get up, I'm going to increase the intensity."

"...I'm getting up, I'm getting up!" Ning Tian suddenly poked her head out from the quilt, half the bedding sliding down to reveal a stretch of fair leg.

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

Seeing the wayward look in Lin Feng's eyes, Ning Tian wondered if this brat had some sort of special hobby.

Lin Feng smiled and let go, his fingertips lingering as they brushed over her ankle.

Ning Tian was jolted as if by an electric shock, goosebumps breaking out all over her body.

Soon, she finished washing up and reluctantly came to the dining table.

Lin Feng had been waiting for her until he was starving, so he immediately picked up a chicken wrap, took a bite, and blurted out, "Wu Feng's cooking is really good, just like Sister Xiao Tao's."

"Like who?!" Wu Feng's eyes turned cold, and her foot under the table stepped precisely onto the top of Lin Feng's foot.

"Not like her, not like her! Yours is the best!"

Lin Feng remembered the grudge between the two and immediately changed his tune, but he felt that foot not only fail to move away, but begin to gently rub against the top of his foot.

Soft, warm, and quite skilled...

Unexpectedly, Wu Feng's little feet were just like Ning Tian's—fleshy and soft, the more she stepped, the more intoxicating it felt... If only she were wearing silk stockings.

Lin Feng stiffened, not daring to look down for fear that Wu Feng would see his expression and crack his skull on the spot.

"Hmph, as long as you know."

After she huffed, Wu Feng suddenly applied pressure, gave a sharp scratch, and pulled her little pink foot back.

Looking at the look of enjoyment on Lin Feng's face, she, like Ning Tian, suspected he had some sort of special hobby.

Once Wu Feng finished clearing the plates and went to the kitchen.

Ning Tian quietly leaned into Lin Feng's ear, smirking, "Bad boy, I've got you now... I saw everything just now. Do you actually enjoy being bullied like that?"

Lin Feng hurriedly denied it, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm a pure young man; how could I have such a hobby?"

"You were clearly enjoying it just now, with that little expression, hehe~" Ning Tian said, her smile growing even more wicked.

"It's just human nature, that's all," Lin Feng said, wanting to cry but unable to, speaking with forced frankness.

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

"Nothing! Time for class!" Lin Feng jumped up in a hurry.

Ning Tian followed behind him, a glint of successful mischief in her eyes that made his back tingle.

He realized he was in for it, though he wasn't sure if it would be "enjoyment" or "suffering"...

The monotonous day of classes began.

Outside the window, the cicadas began to chirp; this year's summer seemed exceptionally sweltering.

As Lin Feng listened to the lecture, he was already thinking about the cold, sweet ice cream at the snack shop once the bell rang.

Soon, the bell rang for the end of the final class.

All the freshmen had gathered in the plaza, ready to begin their daily laps.

"Lin Feng, can I book an appointment for acupuncture tonight?" Ning Tian asked, leaning in close.

"Not tonight, I have to move into my New Dormitory."

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

"...Fine."

Lin Feng groaned inwardly, wishing he could split himself into ten to juggle all these different factions; he felt physically and mentally exhausted.

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

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

"No! Keep up, follow my pace."

While leading Ning Tian and Wu Feng, Lin Feng scanned the crowd for Wang Dong, but he didn't see him even after the run was over.

Strange, where did that kid go? We still have to move into the New Dormitory tonight...

Speaking of which, one had to admit that Yan Shaozhe's prestige and efficiency were truly impressive.

In just one day, he had managed to make that old hag Zhou Yi relent, and Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao were all transferred into Class Nine.

One had to realize that Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao were both top-tier talents among the freshmen.

It was said that this Xiao Xiao, whom Lin Feng had yet to meet, was even a possessor of Twin Martial Souls.

That old hag Zhou Yi had suffered a massive loss; who told her to provoke a tough nut like Lin Feng...

In Shrek, strength was ultimately the only thing that commanded respect. 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 freshman Soul Elder like him; if someone like Ma Xiaotao or Yan Shaozhe stood before her, she probably wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly.

What satisfied Lin Feng the most was that his application to share a room with Wang Dong had been approved.

The room Ma Xiaotao had given him was also kept for his use, so he could alternate between the two dorms...

As for Huo Yuhao, although he had transferred to Class Nine, he had already been taken as a disciple by Fan Yu, so he lived with Fan Yu's other student to facilitate academic exchanges regarding Soul Tools.

He heard it was a burly, bald man named He Caitou, and Lin Feng began to worry a little about Huo Yuhao's personal safety...

On the plaza, the one hundred laps for Lin Feng's trio soon came to an end.

Lin Feng carried Ning Tian back to the dormitory building, handed her over to Wu Feng, and headed straight for the New Dormitory.

The academy had already prepared the daily necessities in the New Dormitory, waiting only for his arrival.

Just as he reached the door, he saw a familiar figure struggling to drag several large bags of luggage.

"Wang Dong? I didn't see you during the laps; so you came early to move your luggage." Lin Feng said.

"You knew that and didn't come to help? I'm exhausted." Wang Dong set the boxes down, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Why do you have so much luggage? It's like a little girl moving house."

"You're the one who's like a little girl! These... these are all fitness equipment, get it?"

"You'd better hope it's actually fitness equipment."

"You talk too much... acting like a little girl yourself, hurry up and help!"

"Alright, alright."

Lin Feng, having been countered, chuckled and said no more, stepping forward to take two of the large bags.

After a long while, the luggage was finally all moved. Wang Dong sat down on a box, panting, and looked up at Lin Feng, whose breathing remained steady.

"Are you an ox? You aren't even out of breath."

"I think you're the one who's an ox," Lin Feng glanced over and joked casually, "Your pecs are built pretty solid."

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

"Bring it on, but I won't take advantage of you while you're tired. Let's set it for this weekend."

"Fine, you just wait..."