Ho! Ho! Ho! (6,000-Character Mega Chapter)
As the last stop before entering society, some people are filled with anticipation and trepidation, some are confused, some are full of ambition, some decide to be different, and some just drift along.
The diverse lives of people on campus are quite interesting.
Lin Feng isn't exactly shrewd or sophisticated; he simply has a set of obvious self-serving principles, and he believes these principles are superior and can guide him to success.
There are actually people like Lin Feng everywhere in this world. If they don't succeed using their own methods, they often become cynical in middle age, believing that the world is wrong... and most importantly, that the country they were born in is wrong. They will spare no effort to prove how tragic it is to be born in this country, and yearn for what kind of pinnacle of life they would have been in another country.
Whether in high school or university, it's rare to see a cunning old fox or a shrewd and calculating person. They just directly reveal their scheming and petty thoughts, which makes them disliked.
After Liu Chang'an had a preliminary impression of Lin Feng, he paid no more attention to him. When he said he supported Yan Qingcheng, it was just a casual remark; it didn't mean he knew Yan Qingcheng well or had any profound reasons.
Of course, since we've already said we support it, then we really support it.
The election for class monitor took place after military training. In fact, the positions of class monitor and Youth League secretary were basically filled by temporary personnel who took charge during military training. They were the ones most recognized and familiar to the students, and they also had more contact with the counselor and the department. However, it was not uncommon for a capable dark horse to emerge.
After Qin Yanan came to visit, Yu Gen also came. The college's arrangement was that Qin Yanan and Yu Gen would be jointly responsible for this year's freshmen, but in reality, Qin Yanan was only responsible for Liu Chang'an's class, Yu Gen was the actual counselor for the other classes.
Yu Gen wandering around for a while, Yu Gen came to Liu Chang'an's class to find out what was going on and talked to Lin Feng about it.
"Did Liu Chang'an take the morning off?" Yu Gen asked, not really needing to know anything, just wanting to show that he was keeping an eye on Liu Chang'an.
It wasn't that Liu Chang'an had any extraordinary talent; it was just that Liu Chang'an had a very considerate cousin. Yu Gen felt that doing this was also a way of catering to Qin Yanan. Qin Yanan might not know such details, but it was Yu Gen's way of showing his care.
"It wasn't counted as absence," Lin Feng quickly replied.
"Oh, you decide for yourself." Yu Gen nodded. He couldn't say anything on Liu Chang'an's behalf. Yu Gen chatted with Liu Chang'an for a couple more minutes and then left. He knew that many older sisters doted on their younger brothers, worrying about their tuition, jobs, marriage, and house purchases. But Qin Yanan was his cousin, and it was rare to see such considerate siblings. Today, he saw Qin Yanan carrying a large pile of things to Liu Chang'an's dormitory, even though Liu Chang'an wasn't even living there yet.
Lin Feng glanced back at Liu Chang'an. He felt uncomfortable. As the class monitor candidate who most wanted to perform well in front of the counselors, he found that both counselors in the same grade were paying special attention to another person.
But it's nothing, everyone has connections, right? Lin Feng naturally has acquaintances who will look after him.
During the break, many people took out the soles of their shoes, the sanitary napkins under their armpits, and even the ones stuck to their groin, and then threw them into the trash can. Quite a few people used them, and everyone laughed and joked but seemed quite at ease.
Liu Chang'an looked at it and realized that this was indeed a common occurrence.
Liu Chang'an and Wei Xuanyi in the dormitory didn't use it, but Sun Shutong and Qin Zhiqiang did. Wei Xuanyi loves sports and is used to being drenched in sweat. Sun Shutong used the night-time version, as if he couldn't absorb all his sweat. Qin Zhiqiang is overweight and sweats a lot.
During the next break, the instructors didn't dismiss the group or hold a singing contest; instead, they suggested everyone perform a talent show.
"Is anyone dancing?" Chen Cicheng smiled and looked at the girls. "A comrade from the next courtyard told me that a girl in their platoon danced 'Pure Land of Bliss' and 'Tougen Renka' this morning, and the whole platoon's morale is high."
The instructors were young, in their early twenties, so it was quite normal for them to pay attention to these things. However, the students were still surprised. Nevertheless, the instructors' approachability was greatly enhanced. It was quite a contrast that they were wearing serious uniforms and talking about otaku anime culture.
The girls laughed and joked. Many of them didn't know what "Pure Land of Bliss" and "Tougen Renka" were, but after a brief discussion, they understood: they were otaku dances.
The general impression of otaku dance is that it consists of young ladies dressed in various cute outfits dancing cute dances.
"Will it look good to dance in military training uniform?"
"Who would look at this without white stockings?"
"It still has flavor... Do we have any flavoring options in our department?"
"I have a classmate in their group; I heard that girl is actually a very famous dancer."
Unfortunately, it seems there isn't anyone like that in our class.
After a while, Chen Cicheng finished scanning the room, and Yan Qingcheng stood up, looking somewhat reckless, "I'll perform a square dance for everyone."
Amidst bursts of laughter and enthusiastic applause, Chen Cicheng nodded in acknowledgment. Yan Qingcheng then took out her phone and placed it in front of her, glanced at her classmates, laughed first, then waved her hand, "Never mind, never mind, that's too embarrassing."
"No way, we already agreed on that!"
"Jump, jump, show your square dance queen spirit!"
"Let's adjust the flavor!"
"That won't do! It'll ruin your character; you'll have to stand at attention." Chen Cicheng gave the order, "Jump!"
Yan Qingcheng helplessly raised her hand to cover her lips and smiled, then composed herself, "Then don't laugh."
This seems impossible. The Yan Qingcheng clicked on wasn't an ordinary square dance song. The first line of the song was met with a burst of laughter and applause.
"Wenzhou, Zhejiang... Jiangnan Leather Factory has gone bankrupt!"
Yan Qingcheng danced her own dance with a blank expression.
"Jiangnan Leather Factory, the largest leather factory in Wenzhou, Zhejiang, has gone bankrupt!"
"You bastard, you bastard! Huang He, the boss, you gamble, drink, and whore, you gamble, you owe, you owe 350 million! And you ran off with your mistress!"
"We have no choice, no other way. We're just offering our wallets as payment. Wallets that originally cost over 100, 200, or 300 yuan are all only 20 yuan each! 20 yuan each! 20 yuan each!"
The girls were laughing so hard they were doubled over, and the boys' applause was even more enthusiastic. Yan Qingcheng didn't laugh, but just kept dancing with exaggerated movements and no expression on her face.
It's clear that Yan Qingcheng has some dance background; her movements are fluid, precise, and controlled, and she didn't just learn them on the spot for laughs.
After the short two-minute dance, Yan Qingcheng bowed, then took her phone, lowered her head, covered her face, and returned to her seat.
The students in the next class were drawn in and burst into applause.
"Good, not bad." Chen Cicheng led the applause again. "I think it's much more interesting than dancing to otaku dances. What do you guys think?"
"Right!"
"Someone just recorded a video, remember to upload it to the class group!" Chen Cicheng reminded him.
"No... no..." Yan Qingcheng covered her face and pressed it to her knees. The dance was indeed a bit embarrassing, so she quickly clarified, "I didn't create this myself! I learned Weiwei's dance, please stop spreading it!"
But nobody listened to her; those with plenty of data had already started uploading.
"Is there anyone else who wants to perform?" Chen Cicheng asked again, the atmosphere lively.
"I'll do it!"
Everyone turned their heads at the same time, only to find that it was Lin Feng seemed to have been eagerly preparing for a long time.
Lin Feng stepped forward. He could see that Yan Qingcheng's performance, despite being a shameful and embarrassing act, was actually quite effective, boosting her popularity considerably. Although there were many inconveniences for a girl to be the class monitor in a class with fewer girls, it didn't mean she was at a significant natural disadvantage.
I never expected Yan Qingcheng, who seemed so composed, to actually put on such a show just to become class monitor. There are so many scheming women in college these days; she beat me to it.
"What are you going to perform?" Chen Cicheng asked.
"Let's have a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) performance," Lin Feng said.
Chen Cicheng looked at Lin Feng with interest, "That requires cooperation, how about we spar?"
"That won't do... I'm no match for you." Lin Feng waved his hand modestly.
"Then you can play it by yourself?"
"I can also find a classmate to attack me, and I can counterattack. I can also teach my classmates some simple self-defense techniques, which are especially useful for girls." Of course, Lin Feng wanted to interact with his classmates. Otherwise, if he just stood there shouting and demonstrating a set of punches, would these students, who had no relevant knowledge, understand the technical content and the exciting parts of his moves? It was better to use this teaching method, which would first establish Lin Feng's superior psychological position as the instructor.
"That's good. We were going to teach some basic self-defense techniques anyway; it's part of next week's military training." Chen Cicheng nodded. "Which student would like to help?"
Lin Feng has trained; his roommates already know that. Judging from his well-defined muscles and warm-up exercises, it's clear that he hasn't simply improved his physical fitness through sports.
Wei Xuanyi felt that he was about the same size as Lin Feng, but while his reaction speed and physical coordination were good on the basketball court, it was a different story when it came to fighting Lin Feng.
"Me." Liu Chang'an slowly raised his hand, and seeing that the girl was also looking over, and Yan Qingcheng was staring at him, Liu Chang'an smiled, revealing his teeth.
Yan Qingcheng felt strange and, along with the other female classmates, turned to look at the instructor.
Chen Cicheng nodded in approval.
Liu Chang'an came out.
Lin Feng smiled slightly as he looked at Liu Chang'an. He disliked Liu Chang'an, and it seemed that Liu Chang'an had some issues with him. It was likely that Liu Chang'an had some basic skills, but his body lines were just like those of an ordinary young man. He looked like a tall and slender man among ordinary people, but he didn't have a strong explosive power.
Qin Zhiqiang led the applause, and the others responded enthusiastically; sparring was certainly much more exciting than individual boxing.
People today are no longer as hot-blooded as they used to be. This is partly due to the influence of certain social and legal awareness, and partly because fighting is now a very costly affair. People face various pressures and responsibilities, and the consequences of an irrational outburst of anger are unbearable.
It's not that there's none left, it's just compared to before.
Especially for children in the ivory tower, they see even fewer real-life fights, but in reality, boys always have a bit of a competitive spirit among males. Even if they don't get involved themselves, watching others fight is quite exciting.
"How long have you been training?" Lin Feng wanted to assess Liu Chang'an's resilience, otherwise, if he didn't know his own strength and accidentally hurt him, it would be a loss.
"It's been a long time, I've forgotten."
Lin Feng smiled, unsure of Liu Chang'an's thoughts. This answer most likely indicated a complete lack of training—wasn't he just asking for a beating? While Lin Feng wouldn't actually beat Liu Chang'an up in front of everyone, a simple over-the-shoulder throw would surely leave no room for criticism, right?
"Let's begin." Chen Cicheng clapped his hands.
The students applauded, watching the two spar with anticipation. Everyone could see that Liu Chang'an's lazy and nonchalant demeanor was completely different from Lin Feng's trained martial arts skills. Some of the girls were even thinking that self-defense techniques are usually used to protect against perverts, so why would someone like Liu Chang'an need to be a pervert?
Liu Chang'an walked over and put his hand on Lin Feng's shoulder.
"That was such a coordinated move," Lin Feng said with a slight smile. He turned around, stepped forward with his right foot, and smoothly pushed his right foot inside Liu Chang'an's right foot. He then turned back and brought his left foot close to Liu Chang'an, straightened his knees, bent his upper body forward, and with a shout, delivered a back throw to Liu Chang'an.
Logically, Liu Chang'an should have been thrown over by now, followed by exclamations and applause. Lin Feng was somewhat surprised by the silence around him; he seemed to hear nothing at all, and Liu Chang'an behind him remained completely still.
"Whoa!"
Lin Feng tried again.
"Whoa!"
Lin Feng blushed and tried for the third time.
"Whoa!"
Lin Feng... Lin Feng was grabbed by the waistband and lifted up by Liu Chang'an, then placed in front of the students sitting on the ground.
"Puff..."
What kind of performance is this?
What are you two doing?
"Self-defense techniques, huh? If there were a bed up there, I'd be put on it."
These words were rather harsh and sarcastic. Lin Feng couldn't see or hear them clearly, but he felt his blood rush to his head and was incredibly humiliated.
Lin Feng's face was pressed against the ground, dust billowing around him. He scrambled to his feet as Liu Chang'an released him, staring incredulously at Liu Chang'an, who had grabbed him and laid him flat on the ground. Lin Feng had been completely immobilized by Liu Chang'an's grip, unable to even struggle. How had he managed that?
The other students thought it was a funny performance like Yan Qingcheng's, especially Lin Feng's attempts at the back throw. Lin Feng blushed, but Liu Chang'an remained unmoved.
"You're amazing." Chen Cicheng looked Liu Chang'an up and down. While the other classmates thought they were joking, Chen Cicheng could tell that Liu Chang'an's level was far beyond what Lin Feng could compare to.
"You flatter me!" Liu Chang'an looked at the students. "It's obvious that Lin Feng's self-defense skills are useless. Everyone should learn square dancing from Yan Qingcheng instead. It's better for your health and mind."
After saying that, Liu Chang'an gave Yan Qingcheng an "OK" sign. Okay, the support is in place. As for going to Qin Yanan through back channels, Liu Chang'an had no intention of doing so. This way of promoting one and stepping on the other is enough.
"You still need to learn self-defense techniques in the future," Chen Cicheng said seriously. However, he could also tell that Liu Chang'an was clearly trying to boost Yan Qingcheng's popularity. Chen Cicheng understood the backstabbing among these students and didn't bother with it. He clapped his hands and said, "Get up, break is over!"
Lin Feng got up, his cheeks still covered in dust. The color in his face faded as his chest heaved. He glanced at Liu Chang'an expressionlessly. Liu Chang'an and Yan Qingcheng probably had some kind of relationship in private, otherwise why would he help Yan Qingcheng so much? Lin Feng wasn't blind; anyone could see the purpose behind Liu Chang'an's last words.
The line went from shortest to tallest. Yan Qingcheng was on the edge of the girls' row, with Liu Chang'an in the same line. Yan Qingcheng glanced back at Liu Chang'an. This time, Liu Chang'an didn't smile at her, his expression calm and normal. However, his eyes were always bright or held a different meaning, making it difficult to meet his gaze. Yan Qingcheng turned her head away, puzzled. It was obvious that Liu Chang'an and Lin Feng didn't get along, but his special mention of Yan Qingcheng at the end was clearly an attempt to draw everyone's attention back to her. Did she not know him?
The afternoon military training ended amidst cheers. After scattering like birds and beasts, the boys and girls rushed back to their dormitories to shower and change clothes, each still carrying smelly sanitary napkins to throw away.
Yan Qingcheng glanced at Liu Chang'an from afar, thought for a moment, and decided not to talk to him. Since she had his number, she decided to add him as a friend first. So, Yan Qingcheng found Liu Chang'an's number in the class group and added him as a friend. His QQ was easy to identify; his nickname was "Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Swordsman Liu Chang'an".
Liu Chang'an was walking towards An Nuan's house because An Nuan said she would study with him tonight. As self-study is an extremely important part of university life, An Nuan felt that she should study with Liu Chang'an for the first time.
Why do we have to study together? Can't someone study alone? Well, such questions are pointless. Anyway, he wouldn't object to her. Whatever she says goes. Liu Chang'an has always been easygoing and agreeable.
Liu Chang'an swiped his phone to check tomorrow's weather. Actually, weather forecasts are much more reliable than his own divination. Often, weather predictions based on experience and observation are not so reliable. Weather is ever-changing, and even the world's number one computer, which is responsible for weather forecasting, only provides a reference. How could one be 100% certain about the weather for the next few days just by looking at dragonflies, birds, snakes, insects, and rodents? That's unreliable.
He wasn't concerned about the military training when he checked the weather; he was concerned about his chili sauce. He called Zhou Shuling and asked her to help him put away the chili sauce he had dried after sunset. He figured Zhou Dongdong could eat it if she wanted; it was so spicy her tongue was swollen. Liu Chang'an didn't believe she could eat much of it.
Arriving at the asphalt road where Liu Chang'an had previously staked out the spot, he saw the small blue sign for the bus stop. Liu Chang'an stood there and waited for three minutes before a tall, beautiful young woman walked over.
"Sure enough, even the most beautiful woman looks ordinary in a military training uniform," Liu Chang'an said with a smile.
"You called me flat?" An Nuan playfully hit Liu Chang'an, then pouted and said angrily, "You make me angry as soon as we meet."
"I meant your overall appearance," Liu Chang'an corrected him, now it meant she was not only flat, but also utterly unremarkable.
"That's utter nonsense..." An Nuan's hair had come loose and was draped over her shoulders. She tossed her hair with her fingers, her smile radiating confidence. "You can say Louis Koo is nothing special, but to say that my appearance and temperament are nothing special is simply the most blatant lie you've ever told in your life, Liu Chang'an."
"The time I lied the most blatantly was when you asked me if I regretted not having dated during my three years of high school..." Liu Chang'an smiled and touched An Nuan's soft and delicate cheek. "Actually, I think that the feeling we had back then was more than ambiguous, but not quite a relationship, but I didn't regret it."
"Ugh! You always say things that make me like you." An Nuan hugged Liu Chang'an's arm, her cheeks flushed with a slightly sweet blush, and she eagerly tiptoed.
The leaves rustled, the wind tousled her hair, and the girl's heart fluttered, longing to land in his palm. This feeling made her eyelashes tremble slightly, and her bright eyes shone with a shy light, as if they contained a galaxy.
Liu Chang'an cupped the back of her head and kissed her lips. Her moist lips were like warm, soft jade, a deliciousness that even Liu Chang'an's cooking skills could not replicate. The girl slightly parted her lips and tentatively stuck out a little bit of her tongue, like a timid little animal peeking out of its hole, only to be captured by a keen hunter.
"I've got a sty! I've got a sty! It's so embarrassing! Have some decency! Tomorrow the whole school will be buzzing about Liu Yuewang's daughter kissing someone on the street, and I'll..."
Liu Yuewang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a lesson plan, and abruptly separated Liu Chang'an and An Nuan.
"Mom! Ouch! What else did you put in your lesson plan... It hurts so much!" An Nuan was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly tried to avoid it.
Liu Chang'an raised his hand to stop Liu Yuewang. Liu Yuewang glanced at Liu Chang'an, who was still smiling. This guy really has a thick skin... Well, how could he be good at chasing girls if he wasn't thick-skinned?
"It's very quiet here, the environment is lovely, and there are few pedestrians on the street. It's easy to get carried away when you're in such a natural setting," Liu Chang'an explained, while also apologizing. "Next time we'll go somewhere less crowded."
"What did you say!" The mother and daughter exclaimed in unison, but An Nuan was blushing and angry, while Liu Yuewang glared at her.
Next time, we will act with propriety and restraint.
That's more like it.
"Ugh! Mom, where did you come from?"
"Drill, do you think I'm a mouse?"
"Ouch, you hit me again! I was just saying that, what did you put in your lesson plan? It hurts so much!"
"None of your business!"
The bickering between mother and daughter seemed to be a daily occurrence. Liu Yuewang was undoubtedly seeing her daughter, now an adult, in close contact with a member of the opposite sex for the first time. As a parent, this always felt a bit strange, and she was somewhat agitated, but not truly disgusted or opposed. After all, she had already accepted their romantic relationship, so how could kissing not happen? Sigh, she wondered if her daughter had heeded the safety education she received before.
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Traffic was terrible today, I wasted so much time on the road. No need to rush tomorrow, I can focus on writing. I won't say how much, but I've ended up posting way more than usual, which makes people think I haven't done enough. It's a bit frustrating, but there's nothing I can do. If I don't set a goal, I'll just update as I feel like it. If I say a number, I'll at least try my best to get close to it. I'll challenge myself again tomorrow.