Chapter 5: Linghu Chong II

  Standing outside the police station, Qiao Feng patted Linghu Chong's shoulder: "Don't look so worried, nothing will happen, no one in the department knows, I didn't even tell the teacher in charge of our office, no one will give you a demerit."

  "you..." Linghu Cong was perplexed.

  "From now on, don't be so rough with Xia," Qiao Feng smiled as usual, "it's all small matters."

  Suddenly, there was something extra in his hand. Linghu Chong pinched it and only then realized it was the glasses he had lost during the fight. Qiao Feng had actually remembered to bring them over.

  Linghu Cong couldn't describe his emotions at that moment. His hand slightly trembled as he lowered his head and silently put on his glasses.

  "Hey, Xuzhu don't go, pull me for a while," Qiao Feng didn't say anything else to him. The luggage on the side of the road was just being pulled by Xuzhu's three-wheeled cart, and Qiao Feng swung his two long arms and jumped up to sit in the empty cart.

  So Linghu Chong raised his head and saw only the distant shadow of Qiao Feng under the sunset, Qiao Feng sat in the cart lazily holding a cigarette, his hand holding the lighter rose to casually wave at him, with a faint smile on his lips. Qiao Feng's figure, the tricycle, all seemed about to melt into the red color of the sunset.

  Later, Qiao Feng and Linghu Cong gradually became familiar with each other. Qiao Feng also played games, scolded people, copied homework like anyone else, except for basketball, he should say that there was no exceptional place.

  However, Linghu Chong still remembered the smiling Qiao Feng in the sunset, at that time Qiao Feng didn't look like a bandit at all, and the color of the sunset was also beautiful.

  An army cannot be commanded without orders, and Linghu Cong was thinking about how to organize an activity to show off his abilities when he took office. However, Linghu Cong couldn't think of a suitable activity that could move the young masters and misses in the class.

  Dinner gathering? Collecting money is a problem, everyone doesn't mind eating but everyone minds 'paying' money.

  Play all night in an internet cafe to play "Red Alert"? Although Lu Da and Labor De No are eager, but the little girls like Ban Shuang Zhu, Duan Zi Mu, and Wan Qing are really not interested.

  Condolence to the families of martyrs? Linghu Cong was not naive enough to think that someone would follow him to carry out this very kind-hearted activity, and the most troublesome thing was that decades ago, the war between Song and Jin lasted too long, and the number of martyrs' families approached astronomical figures.

  After being depressed for a long time, the breakthrough was found on Ouyang Ke. That day, Ouyang Ke had his hair styled with pomade, sprinkled some perfume on his ears and hands, and casually wore a suede leather jacket, sneaking out of the dormitory at night.

  "Hey, fragrant and refreshing! Is the young master going to 'socialize'?" Yang Kang sneered, "Young Master" being his nickname for Ouyang Ke.

  "Is that so?" Duan Yu said with some admiration, "This Saturday and Sunday at the Sports Center there's a dance party. Lao San is a master of the dance floor. Even the 'female' students in our class have seen it and say that even his tango is mesmerizing."

  "I hope he comes back with his neck still intact," said Yang Kang, "Isn't his 'girlfriend' not few in number? What's he doing getting mixed up with that?"

  "It's also quite elegant," Duan Yu corrected.

  "He said on the phone this morning that it seems like they have an appointment with Cheng Ya Qian today," Lin Pingzhi gave his opinion in a steady tone.

  "Alright!" Lin Hu Dung, who had been stunned for half a day, suddenly lifted the rice bowl and took a big mouthful of rice, "It's all settled, it's all settled."

  Yang Kang hesitated for a moment, then smiled all over his face and patted Linghu Chong: "Linghu Chong, I'll show you something after dinner."

  "Huh? What is it?" Linghu Cong was very curious, "Take it out and let me see."

  "Really want to see?" Yang Kang smiled.

  "Nonsense, of course it's true."

  "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on if I look at you..."

  "Is it that exaggerated? Bring it out, bring it out."

  Yang Kang flipped over a rice ball that Linghu Chong had accidentally pushed to the outside of the bowl, revealing inside it a perfectly preserved and fully cooked fly, calmly curled up in the center of the rice ball.

  "Do you know what I want to do now?" Linghu Chong said with difficulty, one hand grasping his own throat and the other grasping Yang Kang's throat.

  Yang Kang shook his head and said with a regretful tone: "Why didn't you finish eating before watching?"

  That night, Linghu Cong sent the news to all the dormitories in their class. The "female" side quickly spread the exciting news, and all the "female" students showed unusual interest in this plan. Duan Zhu and Duan Zi even specially pulled Linghu Cong out of the self-study room for a discussion, and finally even the usually proud Mu Wanqing came out to listen, making Linghu Cong feel very proud.

  However, the situation on the boys' side is not very optimistic. Liang Fa simply lay on the "bed" with his feet up, reading "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", and said in a rather free-spirited manner: "A dance party? Okay, you see if anyone's going, if someone's going I'll go take a look."

  It was Lu Da, nicknamed Monkey, who suddenly lit up and approached with a sly glint in his eye: "Hey, our class is having a dance party too? Let's co-host it with the Computer Science department. I saw the legendary Wang Yuyan yesterday, she really does look good."

  "Sister, you're also bold enough to flirt. Do you know that your image in my eyes has suddenly become much more majestic?" Linghu Cong suddenly discovered that he wasn't the most daring and reckless one after all, and felt a bit foolish.

  "As long as it looks good, I don't care either..."

  "That's what I heard, when Sun Bu'er was young, she was considered one of the top beauties in our department." Shi Daizi quickly said.

  "Never mind," said Lu Dahu, "compared with being a famous hunter, I'd rather go find the foolish girl."

  "Cut the nonsense," Linghu Chong interrupted, "there are plenty of girls in our class, what's the point of merging with another department?"

  "Alas, no energy, what about those in our class?" Lu Dahai was clearly very disappointed.

  Linghu Cong's memory suddenly returned to the first class meeting of his organization.

  At that time, the most active member of the literary committee, Duan Zhu, went with Linghu Chong and others to have a drink after the meeting. As they drank, he curled his lips and said: "Want to know what our class 'female' students think of male students?"

  "Opinion?"

  "The boys in our class are really not good-looking on average, we're all 'quite' disappointed..."

  Linghu Cong's imagination was originally exaggerated, and he could imagine himself blowing up the Imperial Secretariat, launching a second Chenqiao mutiny, becoming emperor, and conquering the Jin Dynasty, but he really did not expect this sentence to come out of Ah Zhu's mouth.

  Fortunately, Linghu Cong was a calm person, so he calmed down and finished his cola before asking politely: "Do you like Tom Cruise's type?"

  "His movie is okay." Azhu didn't say she liked it directly.

  "Have you seen him paired with Danju in a play?"

  A'zi looked at Lin Hu-chung with uncomprehending blinking eyes.

  "So," Linghu Cong said, "there must be a match between us and the silly girl."

  Facing these guys who are not hardworking but born handsome and arrogant, Linghu Cong's only way to vent his anger is to drink all the hot water of Lu Dahai: "Say go or not!"

  Takahashi Akira waved his hand impatiently: "What's the point of dancing? It's boring, I'm not going!"

  Lauder said: "Let's go online instead, I don't know how to dance."

  Liang Fa said: "No one can pull me down."

  Lu Da Yu said: "I want to go to the bathroom..."

  Linghu Chong was almost on the verge of collapse.