Acquaintances Meet

As everyone offered their congratulations to Lin Feilong, his gaze swept toward Shi Feng in the corner, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He was the pride of the class and a future superstar; it was unacceptable that this inferior student didn't even intend to come over and pay his respects.

After a round of fawning from the crowd, Lin Feilong finally gestured for everyone to return to their seats.

"Thank you all for your encouragement. Please, settle down; I've come here today to discuss something," Lin Feilong said.

Hearing this, everyone leaned in to listen, with the sole exception of Shi Feng, who had no interest in whatever Lin Feilong had to say.

However, once he heard Lin Feilong's words, even Shi Feng couldn't help but pay attention.

"It's about the school's recommendation qualification," Lin Feilong said indifferently. "As you all know, I'm devoted to fighting, so my grades aren't ideal, which has made the recommendation a problem. I'd like to ask you all to give up one spot. The school has already agreed to this, so I wanted to discuss it with you."

"Brother Long, what kind of talk is that? You've won glory for our class. It's just a recommendation; one word from you, and everyone in the class would surely give it up," a sycophantic boy laughed.

Although this statement made the whole class nod in agreement, no one actually stepped forward to voluntarily relinquish their qualification.

After all, finding a job was difficult, and large companies valued this recommendation more than a mere degree. If they really gave it to someone else, what would they do in the future?

As for those who wouldn't have received a recommendation in the first place, they naturally spoke without feeling the weight of the loss, constantly egging others on like hot-blooded fanatics.

Seeing that no one was volunteering, Lin Feilong's expression darkened.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'm having a hard time choosing. How about this: let's vote by a show of hands," Lin Feilong suggested with a smile.

"That's a great idea! Brother Long is truly brilliant."

"Let's start the count."

The hot-blooded fanatics stood up one after another, wearing expressions of schadenfreude.

Sitting in the corner, Shi Feng finally realized what was happening as he watched the scene unfold.

Damn it, so this guy was the one who snatched his recommendation qualification.

A surge of anger flared in Shi Feng's heart. He had been such an idiot in his previous life to actually cooperate with Lin Feilong. But he wouldn't make that mistake again; if Lin Feilong wanted to cause trouble, he shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.

Perhaps as a continuation of his previous life, the result of the class vote didn't change in the slightest, and they directly hoisted Shi Feng onto the "throne."

"Classmate Shi Feng, you're so lucky. I'm actually a little envious of you."

"With Brother Long backing you from now on, you should be thanking us."

The class began to congratulate Shi Feng one after another, as if he had just won a five-million-dollar lottery.

"Classmate Shi Feng, thank you so much. After school today, I'll treat you to a drink at the Maple Leaf Bar," Lin Feilong said with a fake smile, not taking Shi Feng seriously at all. There wasn't a shred of gratitude in his words, only contempt. He then turned to the others and added, "Of course, I'll treat everyone as well. Let's have a great time today."

"Wait a moment," Shi Feng said suddenly.

Instantly, the eyes of everyone in the class shifted to Shi Feng. If he hadn't spoken up, the others would have likely forgotten he even existed.

"Is there something you need, Classmate Shi Feng?" Lin Feilong asked, looking at Shi Feng with a beaming smile.

"I never agreed to this. What are you so happy about on your own?" Shi Feng glanced at Lin Feilong and said, "If anyone wants to give you their recommendation, let them. Regardless, I won't be giving mine up. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

Suddenly, the entire classroom fell into a deathly silence. No one expected that Shi Feng, who was often bullied by students from other classes, would actually stand up to Lin Feilong. This behavior was far too abnormal—wasn't he afraid of Lin Feilong coming after him?

Lin Feilong was also stunned, not by Shi Feng's actions, but by his stupidity.

Did he really think that by refusing, he could keep his recommendation?

This was the result of a class-wide vote; even if Shi Feng refused, it was meaningless. The school would still grant him the recommendation. Knowing the outcome wouldn't change, Shi Feng still foolishly chose to oppose him.

Was Shi Feng stupid, or was he just missing a few screws?

Just as Lin Feilong was about to make a move, an impatient voice came from the doorway.

"Xiao Long, aren't you done yet? Brother Zhang doesn't like to wait."

A tall, burly youth with dyed yellow hair walked in, followed by a sexy, enchanting girl in a short dress, drawing the envy of all the boys in the class.

Shi Feng took a glance and realized they were "acquaintances."

The tall, yellow-haired youth was Flame Tiger, whose real name was Zhou Yuhu. He was a senior like him and quite skilled, having placed third in the university fighting tournament. Shi Feng also recognized the enchanting girl beside him: Qin Shuyu, who had been his classmate and the class beauty back in high school.

He had truly been blind back then; young and naive, he had actually fallen for the enchanting Qin Shuyu and confessed to her. Naturally, he was rejected. After entering university, Qin Shuyu became Zhou Yuhu's girlfriend. She had even mentioned his confession to Zhou Yuhu, which had annoyed him, leading to Shi Feng being "looked after" by people from other classes throughout his four years of college. Once he joined Shadow Studio, Zhou Yuhu had even assigned him endless menial tasks, causing his progress in God's Domain to lag significantly in the early stages.

"Brother Hu, why are you here? I'll be right over as soon as I finish this," Lin Feilong said, greeting them with a respectful, smiling face.

"How much longer? I don't have that kind of time," Zhou Yuhu frowned, looking impatient. Because of that Ye Feng, he had been stripped of his captaincy for no reason, and he had only just reached level 2. To make matters worse, he had been scolded by Brother Zhang, leaving him in a foul mood.

"Two or three minutes will be enough," Lin Feilong laughed, thinking that teaching Shi Feng a lesson wasn't a big deal.

"Fine, hurry up then," Zhou Yuhu said.

At this moment, Qin Shuyu caught sight of Shi Feng and her expression soured. She had no good impression of him; he had no money, no strength, and lacked any sense of security or power. He was a thousand times worse than Zhou Yuhu, and the fact that he had dared to confess to her without knowing his place was an insult. Because of him, she had been mocked by other girls more than once.

Seeing the disgust on Qin Shuyu's face, Zhou Yuhu hooked her chin with his rough hand and teased, "Babe, I'll take care of him for you now so he doesn't dare show his face in front of you again."

Qin Shuyu smiled slightly and nodded, making no move to stop him.

"Hey, you brat, come here," Zhou Yuhu pointed at Shi Feng, beckoning him with his finger as he roared.

Everyone was intimidated by Zhou Yuhu's presence. Who was Zhou Yuhu? He was the third-place winner of the school fighting tournament, far more formidable than the ninth-place Lin Feilong. One punch from him would land someone in the hospital for at least half a month.

Lin Feilong understood the situation perfectly. Zhou Yuhu was annoyed with Shi Feng and wanted to deal with him. He had originally intended to teach Shi Feng a lesson to show the class his own power. If he handled it now, he would not only help himself but also earn a favor from Zhou Yuhu—killing two birds with one stone. Why wouldn't he do it? He stepped forward and volunteered, "Brother Hu, why do you need to do it yourself? I was already planning to teach this brat a lesson. Thirty seconds is all I need."

"So that's what you were talking about, Xiao Long." Zhou Yuhu looked at Shi Feng with disdain, licked his lips, and sneered, "I'll do it myself. I feel like loosening up my bones."

With a cold smirk, Zhou Yuhu began walking toward Shi Feng.