"Meng Zelong has transferred schools!"

Gasping for breath, one of Zeng Yuhu's followers made this announcement, effectively dropping a bombshell among the crowd.

Meng Zelong, one of the four most notorious students at Jiangzhou No. 1 Middle School, transferring out was undeniably explosive news. As a well-known figure in the school, everyone wanted to know why he had decided to transfer.

"What happened?" Zeng Yuhu asked curiously.

"I'm not sure about the details. All I know is that early this morning, Meng Zelong showed up at the academic affairs office with a battered and bruised face, demanding a transfer. The director of academic affairs, Zhang Lieke, asked him what had happened, but he just cried without uttering a single word."

"Meng Zelong was crying?" Zeng Yuhu asked, taken aback.

Everyone knew that although Meng Zelong wasn't the most influential person at school, he was certainly one of the top figures. For him to cry his eyes out in public could only mean he had encountered something major and was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

"Yes, many people saw him cry. They found it strange; it was the first time Meng Zelong had ever cried at school," the follower added curiously.

"Heh, Meng Zelong must have run into a formidable opponent. That's the only explanation for such humiliation," a bald male student beside Zeng Yuhu commented with a hint of schadenfreude.

"That's likely. Meng Zelong is competitive but also prone to cracking under pressure. He must have been driven to a breaking point over the weekend," Zeng Yuhu said, hitting the nail on the head.

"Who could his enemy be, then?" Zeng Yuhu wondered.

"There's been some talk about a guy named Lin Feng from Class 3. He and Meng Zelong simply don't get along. The last time, they even had a standoff on the school's rooftop, and Meng Zelong was thoroughly defeated. So I think Lin Feng must have something to do with this," the bald student analyzed carefully.

The bald student, Xie Nan, was a classmate of Zeng Yuhu and one of his closest friends. He was also Zeng Yuhu's bodyguard, assigned by Zeng Yuhu's paternal cousin. Given this, no one in the school dared to cross him.

"Heh, Lin Feng..." Upon hearing Lin Feng's name, Zeng Yuhu suddenly laughed.

This was a name he had been hearing quite frequently lately, especially in light of all the rumors circulating about Lin Feng and Ning Aoxue, the girl he was interested in. These rumors were causing Zeng Yuhu considerable irritation.

Zeng Yuhu wasn't actually opposed to others pursuing Ning Aoxue. He knew that if even he couldn't win Ning Aoxue over in this school, then likely no one else could.

So, what upset Zeng Yuhu was not that Ning Aoxue and Lin Feng's names had been linked. It was the incident where Ning Aoxue not only went to Class 3's classroom to look for Lin Feng but also slapped him across the face! To think that the usually cold and detached Ning Aoxue would do such a thing—it was beyond comprehension! Zeng Yuhu had been pursuing Ning Aoxue for two years, yet she had never treated him like this!

Could it be that Ning Aoxue is genuinely interested in Lin Feng? Zeng Yuhu felt an unwelcome surge of jealousy. He hadn't met Lin Feng before and was thus intensely curious about him.

"What's the matter, Brother Tiger?" Xie Nan asked curiously, noticing Zeng Yuhu's peculiar expression.

"Find an opportunity. I want to meet this Lin Feng!"

SMACK!

Zeng Yuhu bent down and, with a single stroke, pocketed the billiard ball.

***

On Monday evening, during the last self-study session, Tang Rou absentmindedly stared at her mathematics book. Ever since her father, Tang Zhendong, had told her he wanted to send her abroad for university, she was constantly preoccupied with the idea, unable to settle down and study.

But what was she worried about? In the past, Tang Rou had always yearned to live abroad. Going abroad for studies would be a perfect opportunity for her to fulfill this wish. However, now, she found herself feeling attached to her life in her home country. Especially when it came to Lin Feng. If there came a day she couldn't see Lin Feng, she would feel completely out of sorts, wondering what Lin Feng was doing now? And would he think of her too?

She glanced at Lin Feng, who was sitting nearby, deep in his studies. Tang Rou tried hard to calm herself, but her eyes couldn't resist drifting towards Lin Feng.

Was this what falling in love felt like? Was liking someone supposed to feel like this? Tang Rou was curious. She had never been in love before; to be precise, she had never liked a boy before. But now, Lin Feng made her feel that she had fallen for him.

What was so good about Lin Feng? She couldn't put it into words. However, whenever she looked at Lin Feng, she would be filled with an inexplicable happiness and a strong desire to talk to him.

Tang Rou was very shy. Even after realizing she had fallen for Lin Feng, she kept quiet about it. Bottling up all her feelings, she often found herself lost in thought, wondering: Does Lin Feng like me?

Thinking along these lines, her thoughts returned to going abroad, and an overwhelming wave of sadness washed over her. Studying abroad would mean parting ways with Lin Feng, not being able to see him again. Such a life... would she be able to adapt?

"Tang Rou, are you okay?"

Noticing his deskmate Tang Rou hesitating and sighing, Lin Feng, who was working on his geometry problems, asked with concern.

As their eyes met, Tang Rou felt her face heat up. She lowered her head shyly and mumbled, "No... nothing..." For some unknown reason, just one fleeting look into Lin Feng's eyes now made her heart race and her whole body tense up.

"Really? If there's anything on your mind, just tell me. Even if I can't help, you'll feel better if you talk about it," Lin Feng comforted.

Can you really help? Tang Rou wondered in her heart.

After much internal struggle, Tang Rou finally mustered the courage to say, "Lin Feng, I have something to tell you... After I graduate from high school... I may be going abroad for university..."

"Studying abroad? That's great!" Lin Feng responded with a beam. "Have you decided which country you'll be going to?"

Tang Rou looked at Lin Feng's smile, feeling a pang of sadness.

She shook her head and said, "Not yet. It's my father's decision. Actually, I don't want to..."

"If you have a chance to go to a prestigious university abroad, why not take it? Studying abroad is a great opportunity, you know. When you return, you'll be in high demand," Lin Feng laughed again.

Does he want me to go abroad too? Does he want me to leave his side? For a moment, Tang Rou lost herself in these thoughts, her small face flushing red.

"I don't want to go, but I don't have a choice. I've always followed my father's arrangements…" Tang Rou said, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Your father is only thinking of what's best for you."

"I know, but…"

"If you really don't want to go abroad, why not sit down with your father and have a serious talk about it?"

"My father's decisions are usually set in stone. I think... I have to go."

As she spoke, tears welled up in Tang Rou's beautiful eyes.

"Lin Feng, do you want me to go abroad?" Looking up, Tang Rou suddenly asked Lin Feng.

"Huh? What did you say?" Faced with this abrupt question, Lin Feng seemed taken aback.

"This weekend... this weekend... I want you to accompany me to do something. Are you willing?"

After a moment's hesitation, instead of repeating her previous question, Tang Rou shyly extended this sudden invitation to Lin Feng.

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