Students who don't get up

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At 7:29:50 Central Standard Time, the countdown began with ten seconds remaining.
"Ten, nine, eight—"
Charge! Overslept students made a final, desperate charge towards the school gate.
"Seven, six, five—"
If they made it in time, they'd ascend to heaven; if not, the world would change. Please, God!
"Four, three, two—"
They charged, hair flying everywhere, spitting everywhere, their faces unrecognizable.
"One! Time's up!"
The disciplinary team stood in a row blocking the gate, grinning wickedly. Today was another auspicious start to the day.
Apart from the wailing and lamentation at the school gate, most students had moved to the playground to prepare for the flag-raising ceremony. Only this corner of the campus remained silent.
After singing the national anthem, raising the national flag, and listening to the disciplinary director's monotonous speech, all the students lined up and returned to their classrooms with practiced discipline. This corner of the campus remained quiet, and the atmosphere was unusually eerie.
At 7:56, a quiet conversation came from the bushes.
"Boss, I don't think she'll come!" Xiao Zhenwu said, glancing at Yan Fengcheng beside him.
"She'll definitely pass by again," Yan Fengcheng said calmly, his sharp eyes unwavering.
It was just the two of them today, because Fang Hao was on a date with the girl who had thrown herself at him last night, so he wasn't coming to school.
Yan Fengcheng hid behind the bushes for two reasons: first, after the humiliation last time, he was determined to catch her; second, to avoid being pinned down again, he dared not get too close to the wall.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life—that brat had actually sat on his face! He was determined to get revenge! Unfortunately, she was too fast; Fang Hao and Zhenwu hadn't even had a chance to see her face clearly. The only way was to wait and see.
"The first period is almost over, and besides the three of us, I've never seen anyone dare to be this late," Xiao Zhenwu wanted to persuade him to give up the idea of waiting. They'd been waiting for days without seeing her; she might be a skeleton by now.
"I have a feeling she'll show up today." This is the third day already. He possesses an unparalleled perseverance and endurance, determined to capture her alive.
Xiao Zhenwu felt helpless about his boss's inexplicable obsession, but it was understandable; he himself couldn't tolerate such humiliation.
"What do you plan to do after you catch her?"
"Of course, I'll teach her a lesson."
It seemed impossible to get his boss to give up, so Xiao Zhenwu simply lay down to catch up on sleep.
Yan Fengcheng lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it, the fleeting figure involuntarily resurfacing in his mind. She had descended from the sky, so he hadn't seen her face at all, only clearly remembering her back.
Just as Xiao Zhenwu had said, time passed second by second. Perhaps today's wait was in vain, perhaps she was only late this once, perhaps she wasn't even a student of this school, and waiting any longer would be pointless... He suddenly felt like a fool and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Just then, a shadow swept across his face, causing him to look up.
A girl descended from the sky, so light she seemed weightless, her flowing skirt fluttering in the air like a butterfly.
Time seemed to stand still, and his movements froze. Only when she gradually disappeared into the distance did he suddenly snap out of his daze and chase after her like a cheetah, determined not to let her escape this time!
Her speed was astonishing, leaving him greatly surprised. Could a girl run so fast?
He didn't know where the explosive power came from, but when he was only two steps away from her, Yan Fengcheng pounced and caught her, tumbling onto the grass together, rolling several times before stopping.
He was panting heavily. He finally caught her! He wanted to see which foolish girl dared to—uh…
His eyes, which had been filled with anger, suddenly flashed with disbelief. The moment he saw her face, he froze.
Good heavens—she was gorgeous!
A delicate face, soft skin, and beautiful features; her rosy cheeks glowed with a healthy pink, and her large, watery eyes were staring at him with surprise.
Before this, he had a burning urge to beat someone up, but he hesitated the moment he saw her face clearly. She looked so frail, like a flower that would break at the slightest touch…
Wang Caixiang stared blankly at him, not understanding why he was hugging her. His rugged features deeply captivated her gaze.
His eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see into one's soul. His disheveled bangs were somewhat wild and unruly, his straight nose was perfectly straight, and even his lips were incredibly alluring. Only one thought crossed her mind—this man must look beautiful when he smiles.
Lost in his deep gaze, she suddenly noticed his school uniform and was startled. Looking down, she realized his hand was on her chest. In an instant, all the shyness on her face vanished, replaced by a furious tigress.
Yan Fengcheng was wondering why her expression changed so quickly when he realized he had accidentally touched her in the chaos.
"Uh...sorry..."
"You—" Two slender hands suddenly grabbed his collar, one foot braced against his stomach, and her loud shout rang in his ear: "You lazy brat!"
Before he could react, he was thrown to the ground.
Impossible!
Shocked, he immediately jumped up, only to find that she was just as fast as him, already in a fighting stance, aggressively closing in.
"Wait, don't think I'll—" Before he could finish speaking, he was unexpectedly thrown to the ground by her over-the-shoulder throw, his face covered in dirt.
A dark and intimidating anger rose up, his eyes filled with murderous intent, he was really angry!
"You dare—"
Clang! A fist slammed down on his iron head!
"What? You don't even know who I am! You dare to take advantage of me, huh! I'll kill you!" Left hook, right hook, and her most famous thunderous series of kicks, Ah-za! Ah-za!
If he looked down on her just because she was a woman, he would be sorely mistaken. Unfortunately for him, she happened to have boxing experience.
After thoroughly beating him, she dragged the nearly lifeless pervert towards the disciplinary office.
A horrified atmosphere filled the office; everyone was completely silent, except for occasional gasps and the soft, helpless sobs of Wang Caixiang.
"That's what happened. While it's understandable for a young man to act impulsively, he shouldn't have taken advantage of me, a weak woman. So the disciplinary director must punish him severely, waah—"
Yan Fengcheng stared in astonishment at her, her face streaked with snot and tears, a stark contrast to the tigress he had been earlier.
In the office, the disciplinary director was pale. The other teachers, faced with this situation, chose to bury their heads in the sand, daring not to voice any opinions, yet listening intently to their conversation.
They were dealing with Yan Fengcheng, a troublesome figure even the principal dared not touch. Faced with this sudden turn of events, the disciplinary director could only react with bewilderment.
Yan Fengcheng was the most troublesome student and teacher in the entire school, but because his father donated large sums of money to the school every year, allowing Yunyang High School to expand its computer labs, increase teaching equipment, and become the most successful high school in the country in terms of digitalization, no one dared to openly provoke him. Even if they wanted to discipline him, they only dared to politely offer a few words of advice.
Unexpectedly, Teacher Wang brought
Yan Fengcheng here, startling the head of discipline, who didn't know what to do for a moment. "Head of Discipline, why aren't you saying anything?" Wang Caixiang asked impatiently. She was so tired from crying that she could barely squeeze out any more tears. Could he be hard of hearing because of his age?
"Teacher Wang, please don't get agitated. This might be a misunderstanding..."
"You're a teacher?" Yan Fengcheng asked, staring at her youthful face with surprise. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. How could she be a teacher?
"You suspect me?!" she blurted out unintentionally, then immediately remembered her role as a teacher and quickly pretended to be weak. After giving him a disdainful look, she tearfully pleaded with the head of discipline, "How could it be a misunderstanding? He bullied a weak girl like me!"
"Where are you weak?" Yan Fengcheng said irritably, though he was the one with the bruises, while she was completely unharmed.
Wang Caixiang cried pitifully in front of the head of discipline, but when facing him, she revealed a completely different, domineering side. "Kid, are you itching for a beating?" She wiped away her tears on the surface, but cursed the brat inwardly. The thought that the one who attacked her was a mere boy made her angry; she had been hoping for a handsome, well-developed man!
Yan Fengcheng didn't answer, but his eyes flashed with an unpredictable light. He already knew what she was up to—a little lamb in public, a tigress in private.
Everyone fell silent, so she finally spoke: "Discipline Director, just give this brat a major demerit or expel him!"
This didn't scare Yan Fengcheng, but it terrified everyone around. Some choked on their water, others dropped their handouts. The
Discipline Director's face was extremely grim. He coughed a few times, trying to downplay the situation. If Yan Fengcheng were really expelled, he'd lose his position.
"Teacher Wang…cough…I'll handle this. You can leave now!"
"Director—" Wang Caixiang was indignant. This old man was clearly avoiding the issue. Were problem students really that scary? "He bullied me! I'm going to tell the principal!"
Yan Fengcheng sneered, "You misunderstood. I accidentally mistook you for someone else, that's why I hugged you."
"Oh? Mistaken for someone else? Call her out. If she doesn't look like me, you're in big trouble!"
"Unfortunately, I haven't found her yet."
Such a lame excuse was almost laughable. Wang Caixiang had anticipated his response and, hands on her hips, spat, "Want me to help you look for her?"
Yan Fengcheng glanced at her, then suddenly revealed a smile that even puzzled her.
"What I'm looking for—is a woman who almost crushed me to death three days ago."
"Crushed you to death?" The discipline master looked astonished.
"That day, I was lying idly on the grass when someone suddenly climbed over the wall and jumped down, almost crushing me to death."
The deep smile in his eyes startled Wang Caixiang. She stared at him for a long time, then suddenly understood the implication in his words, realizing the source of the cunning glint in his eyes.
Of everyone present, she was probably the only one who truly understood what Yan Fengcheng meant.
Seeing that her arrogance had subsided considerably, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, Yan Fengcheng, with a wicked smile, continued coolly, "Coincidentally, the other person's height and silhouette are exactly the same as—"
Wang Caixiang interrupted him, speaking seriously to the still bewildered discipline director, "Director, you're right, it was indeed a misunderstanding. It's all my fault for being too hasty. But it's alright, I'll take this kid away and discipline him properly. Sorry to bother you." With that, ignoring the stunned crowd, she dragged Yan Fengcheng out of the office, quickly fleeing the scene. Once they were out of sight
, to avoid being overheard, Wang Caixiang seized the opportunity when no one was around and pulled Yan Fengcheng into the storage room for sports equipment.
"If you dare tell anyone, I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Her beautiful, angry eyes were only three centimeters from his face. Even in anger, she possessed a unique charm. He could faintly feel the soft, fragrant scent of her body against his chest; it was hard to believe that someone so petite could be so strong. How
old was she? Staring at the youthful face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old before him, it was hard to treat her as a teacher.
"How old are you?"
She paused, then threatened fiercely, "Twenty-three, that's older than you, so what!" Don't think you can bully her just because she's young.
Yan Fengcheng scrutinized her, not missing a single change in her expression. "You look younger than me."
Firstly, because she was petite, a full head shorter than him; secondly, she looked cute and youthful, not at all like a mature twenty-three-year-old woman, except for her figure...
"Do you want to get beaten up again? I've eaten more pigs than you've walked pigs!"
His cheek twitched slightly. "Shouldn't it be that I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, and I've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads?"
"Huh? You dare correct me? I'm a teacher, you're asking for it!"
What kind of teacher threatens a student? He was usually the one threatening people, never expecting to be threatened by a woman, and a teacher at that?! In his opinion, she was more like a boss.
"Hey! Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, whatever you say, I won't tell anyone." He raised his hands in surrender, afraid of her.
Strangely enough, he was usually impatient with everyone, even his teachers, whom he didn't respect at all. But for some reason, he was surprisingly patient with her, letting her run wild; he just couldn't do anything about it.
Wang Caixiang's anger subsided slightly; she figured he wouldn't dare disobey. Since he was cooperating so well, there was no need to be fierce with him anymore. Besides, as a teacher, she shouldn't resort to violence like before. She had come to Taipei to create a new self and start a new life, but she could
n't help but revert to her old ways. Thinking about it, she realized she was also at fault; it was that useless alarm clock that she smashed with one punch, which was why she was late every day and had to climb the wall, accidentally stepping on him.
Thinking of this, her attitude towards him gradually improved, and a smile of reconciliation immediately appeared on her face.
Yan Fengcheng observed the change in her expression with amusement. From a fierce woman, she slowly transformed into a peace-loving, smiling messenger. Her delicate hands, which had been gripping his collar, now adjusted his clothes, even gently brushing away the wrinkles.
"Actually, I didn't mean to be mean to you. But you almost let slip what I was thinking. You know best the pain of getting up in the morning. Teachers aren't perfect; we're late sometimes too! But it's embarrassing if others find out, so I was so harsh with you. I'm really sorry for beating you!"
While adjusting his clothes, she noticed he was actually quite strong, even more developed than the other students. With such a good physique, how could he be so easily defeated?
"I'm not trying to criticize you, but you really need to work on yourself. It's embarrassing for a guy to be so easily beaten! How will you protect your girlfriend in the future? Take the opportunity to work out, okay?"
In other words, being beaten was his fault; he was so easily defeated. In short, it wasn't that she hit him too hard, it was that he was too weak!
"Anyway, it's a misunderstanding. The teacher doesn't blame you, so don't hold it against me. It's settled then, haha!" She waved at him and swaggered away, convinced that the matter was completely resolved. In her eyes, Yan Fengcheng was just a student who bullied the weak and feared the strong, not as terrible as the rumors made him out to be! She surrendered with just a little intimidation.
He quietly watched her slender figure leave, until her figure was far away, then his unfathomable eyes suddenly shot out two sharp beams of light, and his slowly raised right fist swiftly punched a hole through the wooden cabinet next to him.
"Come out." He commanded softly, his tone forceful and threatening.
Xiao Zhenwu scrambled out of the cabinet, protesting in shock, "Hey! Someone's going to die! If I hadn't dodged—" quickly, your nose would have been broken! "
Yan Fengcheng sneered, "If I hadn't held back, you wouldn't have had a chance to dodge at all."
Xiao Zhenwu was sweating profusely. He believed his boss's words. Ever since they'd sparred in their first year of high school, he knew he was no match for him. His boss was too strong; that's why he and Fang Hao respected him so much.
Since he'd been discovered, he decided to be direct: "You had so many opportunities to take her down just now, why didn't you?"
"No need to cause trouble."
"Because she's a teacher? You're fearless, you can't possibly be afraid of a teacher, otherwise so many teachers wouldn't be afraid of you. If you didn't teach her a lesson, she'd think she could really beat you!"
He knew his boss hadn't used his true strength. He'd followed behind his boss all the way and witnessed him getting beaten up by her, his jaw nearly dislocating in shock. That tigress had clearly bullied his boss, yet his boss hadn't fought back at all—it was so abnormal.
To figure out what his boss was up to, he'd hidden himself away when he saw them heading towards the sports equipment warehouse. Who knew his most admired and respected boss would actually let the other party be so arrogant and rude? He really didn't understand what his boss was thinking.
Suddenly, Xiao Zhenwu had an idea. He clapped his hands and said, "Hey! Why don't I take care of her for you and teach her a lesson—"
Bang!
This was the second time. The fist narrowly missed his face, and Xiao Zhenwu, sweating profusely, stared at the wooden cabinet behind him where a second hole had been punched.
"Dare to meddle? Next time, I'll punch your eye." Yan Fengcheng slowly withdrew his fist, blew on it to remove the sawdust, and left it unscathed.
The fist, as hard as iron, was completely unmarked, making Xiao Zhenwu gasp in relief. He dared to mess with his teacher and the police, but he wouldn't dare mess with his boss.
Yan Fengcheng stood up, his cold face revealing no emotion, and walked out of the warehouse without looking back.
When no one was watching, his deeply furrowed brows betrayed his own perplexing doubt. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on Zhenwu, but hearing that someone wanted to harm her, an inexplicable anger rose within him, completely unlike his usual self.
What had possessed him? He felt uneasy the moment he met her; his pent-up anger was extinguished without a trace after gazing into her large, watery eyes.
He must have been out of his mind to hold back. He had always despised hypocritical teachers, who used school rules as a shield but dared not lay a hand on him, but… she was the exception. His awe-inspiring fighting figure flashed through his mind again, her fearless and unwavering spirit deeply captivating him.
A smile, unnoticed even by himself, crept onto his lips. Perhaps it was because she was different from the other teachers that he gave her special treatment! Once she understood his "special" identity, would she still dare to bare her claws? He would wait and see.
Early in the morning, the clanging and banging sounds disturbed his peaceful sleep.
Yan Fengcheng was awakened from a deep sleep by a piercing noise. His eyes snapped open, staring coldly at the numbers on the digital clock—6:45. Anger was brewing in his eyes. His gaze then shifted from the clock to the ceiling, the source of the noise.
A long, grating scraping sound tested his patience. It sounded like a table or something similar rubbing against the floor. It lasted a few seconds before silence returned.
The anger that had been rising within him subsided slightly with the ensuing quiet. He hated being disturbed more than anything. Since he'd kicked out his previous, incredibly noisy upstairs neighbor, no one had dared to live there for months. This newcomer must have moved in without checking the situation properly. He
'd only gone to bed at 3 a.m. on a weekend, and was now incredibly tired. Any noise would make him want to grab a knife. It sounded like someone upstairs was moving something heavy, probably organizing furniture.
They were lucky; if it had lasted a few more seconds, he would have gone upstairs and kicked them. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again.
Bang! Bang bang—bang bang bang bang—
"Damn it!" Yan Fengcheng jumped out of bed.
Great! A clueless guy moved in; he'd better go greet his new neighbor! His usual way of visiting was to kick down the front door, smash a few light bulbs or windows with a punch, and whether or not he'd beat the person up depended on how sincere the other party's hospitality was.
He went upstairs, ready to kick down the door as planned, only to find it open and the lights inside were off.
No door to kick, but he could still give them a hard time. He slammed his fist on the door and shouted, "Come out here!"
Time ticked by, but all he got in response was silence.
Playing dead? He was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger. Since the other party was too afraid to come out, he might as well just go in and drag them out. His
sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit room, and he sensed something unusual. His tense nerves immediately went on alert, and he was momentarily confused, unable to pinpoint the key point.
He knew someone was there, and the other person was well hidden… No! He suddenly realized that the other person wasn't hiding out of fear, but waiting for the right moment to ambush him.
Behind him!
Almost simultaneously with turning around, his steel-like arm blocked the wooden stick that was being swung at his head, breaking it in two.
His sleep being disturbed had already infuriated him, and this blow only fueled his rage.
The other person seemed to lose their composure due to his powerful arm strength and immediately retreated. Yan Fengcheng wasn't about to give up. Although the room was too dark to see the other person's face clearly, it was enough for him to pinpoint their location and give them a good beating!
However, he was wrong. The other person wasn't trying to escape, but rather to lure him into a trap. He had only taken a few steps forward when the cardboard boxes on either side immediately tipped over, their contents spilling out and burying him alive.
After a moment of chaos and dust, tranquility temporarily returned.
About a minute later, a petite figure crept closer in the darkness, trying to check the movement under the debris. After observing for a while and confirming that the other person was unconscious, she was about to pick up her phone to call the police when suddenly a hand emerged from the pile of debris and forcefully grabbed her ankle.
Yan Fengcheng roared, his surging anger transforming into terrifying strength. He forcefully pushed away the heavy object pressing down on him, like a beast from hell, roaring, "Where do you think you're going to run!"
The other person was intimidated by this terrifying aura and turned to run away, but one of her legs was firmly held by him, so she had no choice but to pick up something on the ground and smash it against him. With
a forceful pull, he easily made her lose her balance and fall heavily to the ground. Just as he was about to laugh, she stretched out her other leg and swept it towards his lower body, causing him to fall flat on his face in the next second, looking utterly disheveled.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the other person tried to escape towards the door, but he wasn't about to let them go. He pounced on them like a cheetah, grabbing them tightly. They rolled and wrestled on the ground, their anger burning fiercely. He grabbed the other person's collar, his ruthless fist about to strike their face.
The light from the doorway illuminated the familiar face beneath him. Yan Fengcheng froze, his anger instantly dissipating from his body, along with the power of his punch, as he froze in mid-air.
Bang!
That second of hesitation earned him a merciless punch.
"I said, this is all your fault! Who told you to barge in, all so fierce? I thought some thug was coming to cause trouble!"
In the messy room, two wooden boxes served as stools, on which sat a man and a woman. The man was Yan Fengcheng, who had taken the punch for nothing, and the woman was Wang Caixiang, who was lecturing him loudly.
Yan Fengcheng was ordered to sit obediently, holding a flashlight in one hand for illumination, while she, regretting her heavy-handedness, tried to make amends with the first-aid kit.
Although he had taken a punch, he wasn't seriously injured, but to show her sincerity, she insisted on smearing all sorts of liniments and ointments on his face, her mouth never stopping as she muttered incessantly.
"The neighbors said that scoundrels often come and go from here, and that the last tenant was forced out by thugs, so of course I mistook you for a thug. But I didn't expect you to live downstairs, what a coincidence."
Was this clumsy woman trying to turn him into a mummy? She was plastering all sorts of gauze on his face! Yan Fengcheng endured the pain, cursing inwardly, but somehow, he had no intention of resisting, letting her play with his face like a jigsaw puzzle.
"The landlord told me that no one lives downstairs, that's why it was so loud and disturbed you."
He cursed even more inwardly. " That landlord must have lied to me because he was afraid the house wouldn't rent out. He said there was no one downstairs because he'd scared away several tenants, and nobody dared to rent the place.
" She continued, "But honestly, if I disturbed you, I could have just told you nicely. Why did you have to act like a gangster collecting debts? Look at you now, looking like this. Luckily, I didn't hit you too hard, or I would have broken your nose. Next time, be more polite. Knock first, speak gently, and don't threaten people so easily." After this long-winded lecture, she carefully examined him, inspecting her handiwork, and after a moment of silence, added earnestly,
"You'd better not go out at night, you'll scare people to death." Then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
It was less about healing him and more about her boredom and finding amusement.
Yan Fengcheng said irritably, "Who made me look like this, neither human nor ghost?"
"I think it's quite unique!" She pouted, unable to stop laughing at her own handiwork.
The culprit dares to laugh? He should have returned her hospitality properly, but seeing her radiant smile, his heart warmed, and he just couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.
He was definitely not a good-tempered person, but when he was with her, his volcanic rage would immediately dissipate, and he would be completely under her thumb.
He absolutely couldn't let Fang Hao and Zhenwu see such an embarrassing situation, otherwise they would laugh their heads off, and he would never be able to face anyone.
"How about this, I'll treat you to noodles as compensation!" Wang Caixiang stood up, took his flashlight, stepped over one box after another, and headed towards the kitchen.
"Why is there no electricity?" he asked.
"The light bulbs aren't installed yet. I don't know why, but this perfectly good house not only has broken light bulbs, but also a huge hole in the window. It seems the rumors the neighbors were talking about are true; the previous tenant was scared away by thugs."
The man labeled a "thug" was silent.
He couldn't help but follow her, worried that the piled-up luggage might topple over and injure her. He had just experienced it himself; he was thick-skinned and not afraid of being crushed, but she, being petite, definitely couldn't withstand it.
Wang Caixiang had to use a lot of force to push the cabinet blocking her way, but he easily moved it, clearing a path.
"Thank you," she returned his sweet smile as a token of gratitude.
He was captivated by that smile, but outwardly he maintained a cool demeanor, following behind her not only out of concern but also because he had a lot of questions in his mind.
"Since you know that scoundrels often come and go here, why did you still rent it?" He was one of those scoundrels.
"It's cheap, close to the school, convenient transportation, and lots of shops. It's such a good location, it would be a shame not to rent it."
Indeed, their building was in a prime location, quiet and peaceful amidst the hustle and bustle. The only drawback was the complex flow of people, and he was the main culprit for this. But for him, this was a major advantage; the less people dared to live here, the better, for peace and quiet.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I don't bother anyone, and nobody bothers me. I just need to take precautions. Oh, by the way, have you seen that thug?"
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly replied, "No." "
Really? I was going to ask you what he looked like first, so I could be prepared. If that thug dares to come again, I'll definitely beat him up."
After finally finding her way to the kitchen, she checked everything. Luckily, there was still gas, probably left by the previous tenant. She found two packets of instant noodles in a cardboard box on the floor, handed him the flashlight, and was about to turn on the stove to boil water.
"Wait, what you mean by 'cooking noodles'... you mean instant noodles?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes!" She looked at him matter-of-factly, wondering why he looked so strange.
"You... you haven't been eating this for the past few days, have you?"
she answered matter-of-factly. "This is all I know how to cook."
"Mmm! So delicious!"
Wang Caixiang chewed on the fragrant bento box, the hot rice filling her rosy cheeks. This bento box wasn't hers, of course, but provided by Yan Fengcheng. After microwaving the food in the refrigerator for two minutes, it became a ready-made meal.
"So delicious! It's comparable to a five-star hotel. Did you make it?"
Yan Fengcheng glanced at her, continuing his work of fixing light bulbs, and said casually, "No, it was delivered." The "delivery" he referred to was the maid who came every two days to clean, mop, do laundry, and cook for him. She would cook two days' worth of food each time, freeze it, and microwave it whenever he wanted.
"This takeout bento box is so lavish? I estimate it costs at least a hundred dollars. It has braised duck feet, cod balls, and some thin, translucent stuff that looks like vermicelli, but isn't... Whatever, as long as it tastes good!"
The dish she described as vermicelli was actually shark fin, but he didn't say so, continuing with his work, though he still couldn't understand what he was doing. He had originally planned to come and beat someone up, but ended up being someone's servant, changing light bulbs and carrying things.
"It's so great to have you here, it saves me a lot of trouble." Her petite figure followed behind him, sometimes east, sometimes west, curiously staring at each light bulb. They wouldn't light up no matter what he tried, but after his skillful adjustment, they all shone brightly.
"It's so amazing, the light bulbs you touched lit up immediately, you must be ET." Because her mouth was full of food, her speech was a little unclear.
Yan Fengcheng swept his gaze across her rosy lips, reminding her, "Your mouth is covered in rice grains."
"Oh." She continued eating.
"Don't you think this is unrefined table manners?"
"What does it matter if it's vulgar? Nobody's watching."
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke again, "Am I not human?" "
Anyway, you've already seen the worst, one more won't make a difference."
A teacher like this? He felt a throbbing pain in his temples, somewhat defeated by her.
Wang Caixiang finished the last bite of rice, a satisfied smile on her face. Full, she had energy again. "Thank you for the bento box, it was delicious."
He calmly shifted his gaze from her adorable smile, focusing on installing the last lamp, finally completing the task.
"The lamps are all fine now, I'm done, goodbye." Turning around, he decided to go back to his room for a nap.
He had only taken two or three steps when he stopped, looking back with a puzzled expression. She was tightly clutching the hem of his shirt in her hand.
As her beautiful smile grew increasingly friendly, a bad premonition crept into his heart.
"Yan, can you bear to let your teacher move all this heavy furniture that could crush a person?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. "Please… I only slept at three this morning…"
"Hehe, I haven't slept all night, I've been busy until now!" That honey-sweet smile began to poison his pure young heart again.
No! He had to resist; how could he let a woman manipulate him? If word got out, his reputation would be ruined.
"What does this have to do with me?" He forced a cold expression.
"Of course it's your business. Students have an obligation to serve their teachers. I'm kindly giving you a chance to show respect!"
"No need." He refused without hesitation, determined to stick to his principles to the end, refusing to soften, compromise, or yield.
Suddenly, his collar was yanked down, and a jade-like hand tightened around it, closing the distance between them. That sweet, honey-like smile turned into a threat, her scent now assaulting his olfactory senses.
"Look into my eyes," she commanded coldly. "Look into my eyes, eyes swollen and bloodshot from a sleepless night, eyes swollen with extreme fatigue."
"Alright, stop glaring at me, I agree."
How could there be such a woman in the world? Not only did she use both soft and hard tactics, but she also intimidated and threatened him, and her identity was that of a sacred and inviolable teacher.
He wasn't afraid of her, but he had a strong premonition that if he didn't help, he wouldn't be able to sleep either, his future days would be filled with turmoil, and he might even face dire consequences.
The lackey she treated like a servant followed her to the truck parked downstairs. Seeing some unfinished furniture on it, he asked, puzzled, "Where are the moving company people? Why can't I see them? I haven't even seen the driver."
"I'm the driver."
He stared at her in astonishment for a long time, then sneered, "You're joking."
"Who's joking? I unpacked and packed all this furniture myself. I personally organized every single box and loaded it onto the truck. It took six hours to get here."
"You alone? Ha, that's fucking unbelievable—"
Clang! His iron head was unexpectedly punched.
"Please don't use rude words in front of a lady," she smiled.
Yan Fengcheng took a deep, heavy breath, suppressing the surging anger in his chest. He should retaliate, but—never mind!
"Why didn't you hire a moving company?" he asked casually, rubbing the spot where she had punched him in frustration.
"You think I don't want to? But that old geezer stopped all my financial support and even said that if I wanted to be independent, I had to rely entirely on myself. Without money or help, I had no choice but to fend for myself!" She clenched her fists and said through gritted teeth.
"Who's that old geezer?"
"My dad."
He fell silent for a moment, wondering who had just complained about someone's rudeness.
"Judging from your tone, it seems your family doesn't approve of you moving out?"
Wang Caixiang was furious about this, and having a ready-made listener, she vented her pent-up frustrations. "Hmph, it makes me angry just thinking about it. My stubborn dad is like Hitler. He even flew into a rage because I wanted to work in Taipei! But I don't care. I've had enough of being treated like a hothouse flower. I've graduated from university, why can't I be independent? In the end, he said something harsh—'If you want to be independent, you have to rely entirely on yourself.' He wouldn't give me a single penny! Hmph, so what? I'll show him!'
He raised an eyebrow, sounding quite determined.
"What does he do?"
Wang Caixiang asked angrily, "A boxing coach."
Yan Fengcheng suddenly realized and nodded. "No wonder he's got some skills."
She patted his shoulder heartily, revealing a benevolent smile. "If you help me move things, your teacher won't treat you badly."
"Trying to treat me to instant noodles again? No thanks."
"Don't say that. I'll treat you to a big meal when I get my salary. Here, don't say I'm mistreating you. These lighter boxes are for you to carry—"
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Fengcheng picked up a small refrigerator and said, "Those lighter boxes are yours." After saying that, he carried the refrigerator towards the elevator without lifting a finger.
Wow! I didn't realize this kid was so strong! He picked up the heaviest ones, so she had to choose the others.
With an extra hand to help, the speed was indeed much faster. Before long, most of the furniture was in place, except for the wardrobe.
To save space and weight, she had disassembled the wardrobe before transporting it, only reassembling it upon arrival. Everything was ready, but after a sleepless night, she was honestly exhausted.
Yan Fengcheng could tell from the dark circles under her eyes that she was weak with fatigue, yet still trying to be strong.
"I'll do it." Taking the toolbox from her, he sat down and began assembling the wardrobe.
"Do you even know how?" she retorted, annoyed that this guy dared to take her tools without permission, as if this place belonged to him.
Not to brag, but disassembling the wardrobe had taken her a lot of effort and time; assembling it from memory was even more difficult.
"Leave this to me. You go tidy up the scattered things on the floor and gather the clothes together." Because of the earlier fight, most of the clothes from the boxes were scattered on the floor.
Wang Caixiang put her hands on her hips. Ha, he dared to order her around! Was he kidding? Shouldn't she be the one in charge? Just as she was about to protest, he calmly added...
"It will only take me fifteen minutes to assemble this cabinet. Once I'm done, you can hang up the categorized clothes one by one. Wouldn't that save you more time?"
Such a perfect suggestion was hard to argue with. Thinking about it, it made sense. Her most important task right now was to get her new place organized as soon as possible, or it would be too late.
"Okay, you're right. If you don't finish assembling it in fifteen minutes, I'll knock your head off."
Although she said that, she actually breathed a sigh of relief. She was completely exhausted; the fight had almost used up all her strength. Now she was just barely keeping her eyes open, thankfully there was free labor available, and the remaining tidying work was easy, so her focus gradually relaxed.
Assembling the wardrobe was much easier than assembling the motorcycle; Yan Fengcheng could do it even with his eyes closed. However, there was one thing he didn't understand.
"Why are you tidying up without sleep? The house isn't going to run away. Why don't you take a nap first and then get up to tidy up?" Seeing the utter exhaustion on her face, he felt a pang of heartache for no reason.
"No, I have to finish today!" she insisted.
"Two days off is enough, what's the rush?"
"Of course I'm in a rush, because tomorrow is Sunday!" Her heart pounded as she said this!
"Judging from your tone, it sounds like you're going on a date."
Not hearing her reply, he turned around and saw her cheeks slightly flushed, staring intently at a man's photo.
His dark eyes instantly hardened, a sharp pain shooting through his heart. A sudden, inexplicable anger rose within him, and he asked in a low voice, "Your boyfriend?"
"Ah! Who taught you to peek? Turn around!" she commanded, hands on her hips, her face flushed, her shy expression entirely due to her thoughts being exposed.
Yan Fengcheng fell silent, his expression returning to its usual aloofness. The wardrobe, which should have taken fifteen minutes to assemble, was finished in ten. He tossed the tools aside.
"I'm leaving." He stood up, his angry strides not even glancing at her, and strode towards the door.
"Huh? Wait a minute, you haven't put it back in its place yet!"
"Move it yourself!"
His sharp gaze stunned her. She watched helplessly as his figure disappeared through the doorway. After a moment, she snapped back to reality and stomped her foot angrily.
Why did he suddenly get angry for no reason? For a moment, she was stunned by his sharp gaze. It was infuriating!
But... thanks to his help, she was able to settle everything smoothly. Oh well, good deeds cancel each other out, so she should forgive him!
Her Wenjun brother is coming tomorrow, so she needs to make the most of her time to clean. Just thinking about her Wenjun brother filled her heart with happiness.

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