Chapter 5: Linghu Chong 14

  Qiao Feng lazily leaned against the blackboard, biting the last cigarette in the box between his teeth. He took out a lighter and covered it with his hand to block the wind, lowered his head, lit it, and puffed out a faint blue smoke from the gap between his lips. At that moment, the flame of the lighter was shining right on Qiao Feng's face, and his hand covering his face seemed to be holding a warm fireball.

  In a vast room like a cathedral, the ceiling was lit by a dim purple glow. The only person leaned against a profound and meaningful chalk painting of the Last Judgment, tall and aloof. When smoking, Joe's habit of biting his cigarette made some stiff lines appear on his face, with an enigmatic smile that seemed to be hiding something sinister.

  A Zhu shouldn't have walked into the dance studio of the activity center at this time.

  A Zhu suddenly had an illusion, thinking that she hadn't walked into a dance studio, but was standing in the scene of some movie, like "The Godfather". Qiao Feng was like an Italian mafia member, standing in the dark of the sanctuary, silently appreciating the distant singing. At that time, the cassette tape Qiao Feng put in the stereo was Puccini's "Tosca" excerpt - Cavaradossi's "E Lucevan Le Stelle".

  At this time, Qiao Feng seemed to be completely out of the ordinary hustle and bustle of the campus in Bian Da, a nearly religious mysterious background made him, at 1.95 meters tall, even more towering and unapproachable.

  However, we need to know that Joe actually can't tell Puccini and Verdi apart. Let him sit down and listen to this two-minute excerpt, he will be depressed to the extreme. It's just that sometimes when smoking, Joe would think about things he didn't have time to think about normally. At this time, he wouldn't mind if some guy named Pingo sang a little tune on the side.

  Qiao Feng heard the rustling sound beside him, he didn't think it was the wind blowing against Zhu's velvet long skirt, but thought Linghu Chong was lurking in the darkness again. He shouted: "Damn! How did you come back again?"

  "Back?" Ah Zhu's train of thought was interrupted for a moment. She couldn't remember where she had seen this boy before, nor did she know what "back" referred to.

  Qiao Feng's gaze fell on the white handkerchief that Ah Zhu used to tie up her hair, this very familiar scene stunned Qiao Feng for a moment, he felt a sudden chill, which made him shudder and tremble.

  Two people stood quietly in the darkness, Qiao Feng only saw the other person standing in the dark where the light couldn't reach, a black silhouette with long hair tied up, silently standing alone. Only a brand new white handkerchief shone with a cold light, exceptionally clear. In Ah Zhu's eyes, Qiao Feng pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, then shook his head again, bringing the cigarette closer to his lips once more.

  "How did you come back again?" Chao Feng repeated this sentence in a slightly dazed moment.

  "How did you end up coming back again?" — Was it really a return or was there never any departure in the first place?

  There are probably not many things in the world that are more heartbreaking than a mismatched soundtrack. Everyone can imagine what it would be like if, when the Great Sage Equal of Heaven is kissing Zixia on the city wall in "Journey to the West", we replace "The Most Beautiful Thing" with "Harvest Celebration".

  The real trouble is that the tape Qiao Feng has been playing over and over again is not actually an EMI opera selection at all. The next piece of music was the famous "Celebrating Harvest", as the sudden bright light exposed both people to each other, the melody of "Celebrating Harvest" merged with Domingo's high-pitched singing... Leng Qiu had always been a very unlucky guy, but this time he surprisingly found an electrician.

  A Zhu looked at Qiao Feng with some embarrassment, not daring to look directly into the eyes of this extraordinary person. In A Zhu's mind, a tall and handsome boy who could smoke in a quiet black room and liked to appreciate Domingo was undoubtedly exceptional. She didn't think that Qiao Feng was actually not exceptional in this aspect.

  "Classmate," Ah Zhu slightly lowered her head, "May I ask if this is a dance classroom?"

  Qiao Feng looked at Ah Zhu very calmly, without responding, as if he was a bit dull. Ah Zhu, who was lowering her head, could still feel that she was exposing herself to the other person's gaze, and her heart was a little flustered.

  "Xiao Kang probably isn't that timid, right?" This thought suddenly popped out of Qiao Feng's mind, and he smiled to himself in a self-mocking manner.

  "Is it here, Guo Jing's?" Qiao Feng suddenly spoke up after four or five seconds of silence, startling Zhu.

  So Ah Zhu thought Qiao Feng was a very direct person and asked her which department she belonged to. In fact, what Qiao Feng meant was that our national politics had booked this place tonight, if you are one of us, come in and dance, and if other departments come to occupy the venue, get out early. Not to mention that apart from liking to wear a white handkerchief on her head, Ah Zhu didn't look like Kang Min at all, even if she did, Qiao Feng, this muscular man with a muddled brain, would still speak in his usual way.

  "Hurray! I'm here!" Linghu Chong rushed up with a thud, having solved the electrical switch problem to his great satisfaction.

  "Duan Zhu, our class monitor," said Linghu Chong, "aren't the girls in our class quite all right?"

  Qiao Feng nodded absent-mindedly, and compared to Linghu Chong, he now seemed extremely solemn. In short, the merits in Ah Zhu's eyes were now all converging on Qiao Feng, of course this was at the expense of Linghu Chong's image.

  Kang Min once patted Qiao Feng's shoulder and said: "It's good to be tall, girls generally like boys who are a bit taller."

  Xu Zhong said: "Boss, isn't this a bit too much?"

  Kang Min said: "You go and rest, you're not a girl, how do you know what girls think? At least being tall makes one stand out in the crowd, who would be happy if their boyfriend is short and can't be found in the crowd?"

  Zhang Wuji said: "Oh, provoking? Although I'm not as tall as Big Brother, at least I have a shiny head..." Anyway, Linghu Chong, who was originally over 1.7 meters tall, later became the short-tempered Ah Zhu in his heart, the only reason being that he stood shoulder to shoulder with Qiao Feng at the time.

  "Qiao Feng," Linghu Chong had to raise his arm to pat Qiao Feng's shoulder, "we are the student union presidents."

  "Chairman?" Ah Zhu couldn't believe it. The chairman of the student union was usually a very clever-looking boy or a very lively girl.

  "Really?" Qiao Feng scratched his head and smiled.

  "Huh? Lu Da You?" Just as Ah Zhu was pondering what to say to Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng ran past her and grabbed Lu Da You by the door. At their level, Qiao Feng was only familiar with Linghu Chong and Lu Da You.

  "Aren't you coming?"

  "Heh," Lu Dàyǒu said with a smile, "Our class is having a dance party, why don't you come take a look?"

  Just then, the sound of Liang Fa and Dai Zong's voices came from outside the corridor, and Linghu Cong suddenly had a bad premonition. As the door opened, Linghu Cong almost jumped up, and it turned out that Laodan Liangfa and others who claimed to be absent were all present on time, with their shoulders leaning against each other.

  "Hey, Lianhu Chung, when are you starting?" Liang Fa seemed to have completely forgotten that he said he wasn't coming and greeted Lianhu Chung with a big smile.

  Linghu Cong was stunned, watching as Lao De Nuogeng and Ming were chatting with the girls who had just arrived. He also saw that Guo Jing and Duan Yu, whom he had invited to help, were walking into the dance studio. The originally quiet dance floor suddenly became crowded and lively. Of course, what struck Linghu Cong the most was Yang Kang, who was chewing gum and poking his head in from the doorway. This unnecessary reinforcement was someone he had spent three chicken legs to invite. Moreover, according to Yang Kang's personality, he would definitely keep going with Linghu Cong to grab food, and wouldn't stop until all the chicken legs were eaten.

  But Yang Kang's first thought after taking a glance was "forget about the chicken leg".

  Because he actually saw Mu Nianci among the girls who came with the team, Mu Nianci who shouldn't have appeared.

  Before he could even turn around and run away, Guo Jing suddenly shouted from behind him: "Yang Kang, Yang Kang, we're over here!" with the same enthusiasm and loudness as if they were going to a train station to pick someone up.

  Since it was heaven's will to part them, Yang Kang could only nod his head and smile as he greeted Mu Nianci who had turned around.

  "Yang Kang," said Mu Nianci, "Teacher Qiu asked two days ago if you had finished writing that competition draft for someone? The publishing house is waiting for your last article."

  "It's being revised, just wait a few more days, wait a few more days."

  "Our class is having a gathering near the Iron Tower next week, did you know?"

  "I knew it, wasn't it you who called me?"

  "But you often forget."

  “……”

  "Aren't you coming?"

  "Can't you just come and take a look?" Liang Fa glared at Linghu Cong, "Isn't it our class's dance party?"

  "You should have told me earlier that you were coming, I could have made arrangements." As he said this, Linghu Cong couldn't help but feel like a kind-hearted old aunt.

  "Did I just think of it?" Liang Fa's face turned red, his voice gradually rising. Liang Fa was particularly concerned with saving face, had a bit of an overbearing tone, and felt that Lin Hu Dung looked down on him.

  "What's all this fuss about?" Shi Daizi chimed in from beside him, "Are we leaving now?"

  "I didn't ask you to leave, but what can we do if the number of people doesn't add up?" Linghu Cong also became somewhat unhappy.

  "Who can come to our class dance?" Liang Fa almost shouted, "What do you mean?"

  All the girls gathered together, only A Zhu stood beside Qiao Feng, looking at this scene, feeling a bit troublesome.

  "Halt!" Qiao Feng stretched out his hand, "Don't spout nonsense, you've come to learn properly. Don't say things like 'just take a look', it's not easy for Linghu Chong either, got it?"

  Linghu Chong was about to speak when Qiao Feng put his arm around his shoulder and patted him: "You little scamp, you're also full of nonsense, what's the big deal about a few more people?"

  A'zi saw with some admiration how Shi Dai and Liang Fa were both silenced on the spot, while Qiao Feng half-pushed and half-pulled Linghu Chong out of the door.

  Liang Fa and Shi Dai Zi naturally did not dare to offend Qiao Feng, after all, Qiao Feng was a big shot in the national government, who could really hold his own and save face. Unless they didn't want to interact with their seniors at all, they had to give Qiao Feng some face. Moreover, compared to Qiao Feng, Liang Fa's small stature made one think of "Gulliver's Travels".