Reborn 92's Business Tycoon
Chapter 133: The new classmate looking for a fan

Chapter 133: The new classmate looking for a fan

Before the first class in the morning, Feng Yiping noticed that there was a new classmate in the class. He was a boy with slightly curly hair, a good complexion, and fashionable clothes. Is this a new transfer?

Feng Wen said a little jealous, 'He is the relative of the vice-principal, from the county. His grades are not very good, so he came to our class to make up for the lessons during the summer vacation. But I don't think he came here to make up for the lessons, he came here specifically to hang out with girls. This guy is really promiscuous, he goes from class to class after school, specifically looking for pretty female classmates to talk to. Because of this, the day before yesterday, he almost got into a fight with a few people from Class 2.'

Feng Yiping shook his head and smiled bitterly when he heard this. It was all kind of annoying.

From the first year to the third year of junior high school, they had all gone from children to teenagers, and had some clear or hazy yearnings for the opposite sex, but they were afraid to show it. So two years passed, and they finally took their relationship with their female classmates to the next level, from just classmates to becoming like brothers and sisters.

You're a guy who's been here less than a month, and you're already all over the place, fawning and wagging your tail in front of every girl they like. If you're not looking for trouble, who are you looking for?

Your family is from the county, so what? What if you're the vice-principal's relative? If you dare touch my clothes, I'll dare chop off your limbs.

Besides, who wouldn't feel a little upset when they're forced to do make-up classes during the summer holiday? He just happened to give those classmates a way to vent.

As Zhao Xingzhao walked past the last row of seats, Feng Yiping felt that this Zhao Xing classmate was probably also average in his enthusiasm for learning.

The new student Zhao Xing did indeed, as Feng Wen had said, scurry around the class at the end of the lesson. He went to replace Zhang Qiuling first, as they lived in the same small garden and were relatively familiar with each other.

But Zhang Qiuling paid him little attention, and she and Xiao Zhijie each had an earphone in, listening to music or English, while Xiao Zhijie was glaring at him unabashedly.

Disappointed, he went to Hu Junting, who immediately got up and left.

Undaunted, he went to Huang Jingping's place, but the students around Huang Jingping were sitting still, so he had to lean over Huang Jingping's desk to talk to her. Huang Jingping didn't even look up, as if she hadn't seen him. After a while, when she saw that he still wasn't leaving, she got up and switched seats with Wang Jinju, sat in the middle, and continued reading.

He went to replace Lin Hui, who had exceptionally stayed in the classroom after class. Lin Hui was leaning over her desk when she saw him coming. She spoke one word, not very loudly, but judging from the shape of her lips, it was vaguely 'get lost!'

Before Feng Yiping and the others could get to him, Wen Hong took the initiative to leave. Seeing Wen Hong walking towards the door, he immediately followed behind her. He stopped when he saw that she was walking towards the toilet.

Feng Yiping was really impressed by this approach of expressing his affection for so many girls in the class at the same time. This guy is awesome, really awesome! He is even more awesome than the later guy who had more than ten girlfriends at the same time! Because he doesn't hide it at all.

Could it be that middle school students in the county town are already so unrestrained? Most likely not.

Feng Yiping speculated that this guy must have been extremely suppressed at his previous school. Arriving in Liangjiahe, he felt that he was from a big place, and the vice-principal was also his relative. The supplementary classes lasted less than two months, and after the start of the school year, no matter what happened, he could just walk away with a carefree attitude, so he was a bit unrestrained.

It was obvious from the way he went from one pretty girl in the class to the next that he didn't really want to develop a friendship with any of the girls in the class. It was more like he was treating these girls in the class like the flowers in his backyard garden, casually sniffing at this one and that one.

His family's conditions should not be too good. Not to mention county-level cadres, it is estimated that even the powerful section chiefs in the county would not send their children to the countryside for supplementary lessons. Experimental High School still has a few teachers with second- or third-level titles. It is difficult for ordinary people to replace them for supplementary lessons, but very easy for those in power.

His family should not be too rich either, for the same reason.

Therefore, he should be just an ordinary child from an ordinary family in the county. It was the first time Feng Yiping had seen such an arrogant and narcissistic person in such conditions after being reborn. This behaviour was even better than the later national husband!

Although he has never dealt with someone like this, Feng Yiping can't help but feel a vague disgust.

However, with this kid's not-bad-looking face and his current shamelessness and persistence, if these two things can be maintained or developed, it is estimated that in the future, many girls will fall for him.

In the evening, the Three Musketeers braved the lingering heat of the sun and the evening sky as they headed back to school for evening classes. In the village by the roadside, many people had already brought out their cool beds. A pile of mosquito-repellent thatched grass was burning nearby, and some were busy moving their televisions outside. Despite the heat, they were very comfortable.

Unfortunately, such comfortable days would be out of the question for Feng Yiping and the others in the next few years.

When they were almost at the school gate, Lin Hui caught up with them from behind and said, 'Wait for me.' She jumped into the back seat of Feng Yiping's bike and reached up to take off his cap. 'This cap looks really good on you. Can I have it? Then I won't need an umbrella to protect me from the sun.'

'No, this colour doesn't suit you. I have a red one that I think will look good on you. I'll bring it to you tomorrow, okay?'

The red one was originally intended for Zhang Yan, but during the summer holiday, Zhang Zuodong did not take her to the provincial capital to play, so it seems that for the time being, he cannot give it to her.

'Really? That's even better, I really don't dare to wear your hat, look at the oil.' Lin Hui returned the hat to him with a disgusted look.

After going back and forth several times a day in the scorching sun, how could it not be oily?

After entering the classroom, Feng Yiping noticed that the annoying Zhao Xing was sitting in his seat, blocking Wen Hong from Feng Wen.

In his hand, he was playing with the silver Walkman that Feng Yiping had left in the drawer.

He felt uncomfortable, and thought to himself, 'You're really not polite!'

When he saw Feng Yiping coming over, Zhao Xing got up, smiled, and extended his hand, 'Feng Yiping, right? I've heard a lot about you. I'm Zhao Xing!'

Feng Yiping had no choice but to extend his hand for a light shake, then placed his school bag and water bottle on the desk. Zhao Xing seemed to have no idea what he meant, put down his Walkman and picked up the blue water bottle, 'Wow, your water bottle is pretty good too. I don't think I've seen one like it in the county. Where did you buy it?'

'A friend brought it from Hong Kong.' Feng Yiping didn't want to say that he had gone to Hong Kong to buy it, but he also wanted to dampen his arrogance. 'Sorry, I have something to do. Can you move aside?'

The other person was so tactless, and now he was still occupying his seat, so Feng Yiping had to speak plainly.

'Oh, okay, okay,' Zhao Xing got up and sat in the front row. 'Feng Yiping, didn't you go to the provincial capital the first half of the month? Why didn't you bring us back a gift? But I see that you have a portable audio player, a kettle, and a hat, which are all quite nice, so why don't you choose one to give to me as a welcome gift?'

This is a true example of someone who has no sense of shame. Faced with such a shameless request, Feng Yiping was at a loss for words for a moment! He simply didn't want to bother with him and was going to put all this in his desk.

But when he opened the desk, he saw that it was a mess inside, with neatly arranged textbooks, exercise books, test papers, and stationery and tableware all piled together in a mess. None of the things he had in his hand could be put in now.

In first grade, even if it was just a short break between classes, as soon as anyone left, everyone would usually lock their desks. Nowadays, except during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, no one locks their desks, and everyone is very self-conscious about it. No one goes through other people's things without their permission.

As an adult, Feng Yiping, who values privacy more than his classmates, of course felt very angry. He suppressed his anger and looked through the pile. The school-awarded notebook with a lock was now just an empty shell. The small lock was hooked on a chain on one side, and the notebook was thrown haphazardly on the bottom of the other side. He quickly opened it and took a look. It definitely had been looked at by someone, but fortunately no pages had been turned.

Feng Yiping slammed the desk shut, took the shell and notebook and looked at Feng Wen, who hastily said, 'Zhao Xing wanted to demonstrate his lock picking skills to us, and then he just ripped the lock off.'

Feng Yiping stood up and asked Zhao Xing, who was smiling and talking to Wen Hong over there, 'You rummaged through my drawer and moved my notebook?'

'I did look in your drawer a little, looking for a book to read. I also took a look at your notebook, but there was nothing in it, just poems and little jokes. You really are a great writer.'

It seems that he didn't look closely either, because at the back of the notebook Feng Yiping had written down the outlines of quite a few novels. 'Apologise!' Feng Yiping said loudly, his face turning red.

Zhao Xing's expression froze for a moment, but then he quickly forced a smile and said, 'It's not a big deal, we're all classmates, and I just looked in your drawer a little.

Looking at his oily face, Feng Yiping felt extremely disgusted. He reached out and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, pulled him in front of him, and said sternly, 'Apologize!'

Except for Zhang Qiuling, the students in the class had only seen Feng Yiping's smiling side. Now that they saw him get so angry, they were all a little shocked. Only Xiao Zhijie immediately ran over to prepare to appease him.

Zhao Xing was also a little taken aback. In his understanding, Feng Yiping and the other good students from the countryside had always been well-behaved and obedient. To be blunt, they were a little timid and afraid of things. How come they are now even more arrogant than he is?

So, immediately afterwards, his anger 'soared' and he dared to grab my collar!

He will leave at the beginning of the semester, and with the support of the vice-principal, what is he afraid of? The day before yesterday, he almost got into a fight with the second class, but nothing happened.

So while he went to take Feng Yiping's hand, he was also preparing to slap Feng Yiping's collar. However, Feng Yiping was taller than him and his hand was longer than his. Xiao Zhijie was intentionally or unintentionally pulling the wrong side of the stick next to him. He couldn't reach it in time, so he had to work hard while cursing, 'I'll apologize to your mother!'

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhang Qiuling knew it was bad. Before she could run over, she heard a crisp sound of 'pop', and Feng Yiping had already slapped her.