The three classes of the Finance Department in 2007 had a total of over a hundred students. "Marxist Philosophy" was a required course, and the classrooms were almost always full. If you arrived late, you might not even be able to get a seat in the back row, which was considered a "prime spot."
But today the students were scattered around, and a rough estimate suggested there were no more than forty people in the classroom, which is why Chen Feng spotted Fu Jiahao in the corner at a glance.
"Young Master Fu, where are Lao Liang and Lao Wang?"
Chen Feng sat down next to Fu Jiahao and asked.
"The two of them went back to their hometown early this morning."
"What about you? Aren't you going back to your hometown?"
"Go back."
"Then why haven't you left yet?"
"Don't even mention it."
Fu Jiahao sighed, "On the first day of school, my dad asked for a copy of my class schedule."
“My dad said that if I dare to miss even one class, he will break my legs.”
"There's no way around it. Even though I'm eager to go home, I have to wait until this 'Marxist Philosophy' class is over before I leave."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng looked at Fu Jiahao with a hint of sympathy.
What does it mean to say "father's love is as solid as a mountain"?
Just look at Fu Jiahao's biological father and you'll know.
Just how "pedantic" must one's thinking be, and how strong must one's desire for control be, to force Fu Jiahao to finish the useless course "Marxist Philosophy"?
And this is still during the university stage when academic pressure is not too high.
Chen Feng simply couldn't imagine how Fu Jiahao spent his high school years.
No wonder;
No wonder Lao Fu always looks down in front of girls; he's probably being overwhelmed by his fatherly love.
Fortunately, Fu Jiahao came to class.
To his shame, Chen Feng, who had hardly ever attended any classes or participated in any class activities, didn't know many people at all.
If Fu Jiahao hadn't come, there really wouldn't have been anyone to chat with Chen Feng.
"Old Chen, what are you doing in the classroom?"
Fu Jiahao asked with a puzzled look.
"Why can't I come? Are handsome guys not allowed in this classroom? I suspect you're discriminating against people like me who look like Takeshi Kaneshiro!"
"No, can't you have any shame?"
Fu Jiahao rolled his eyes. "I'm asking why you came to class!"
"Look at what you're saying."
Chen Feng pursed his lips, "I'm a student, do you understand? A student's primary responsibility is to study!"
"What's the big deal about me coming to class?"
At this point, Chen Feng pretended to pick up his "Marxist Philosophy" textbook, saying, "Turn your disgusting face over there, don't affect my determination to study hard."
"hehe!"
Fu Jiahao was so angry he laughed. "If I remember correctly, you've only attended no more than three classes since the start of the semester, right?"
"You have the nerve to say you want to study hard?"
"I'm telling you this: if you can stay awake for twenty minutes during class, I'll pay for all your dinners until 2008!"
Chen Feng first checked the time on his phone, then looked at the unusually confident Fu Jiahao, and said, "Okay, it's a deal."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a figure walked over. It was Cui Xuan, Hao Nianlei's roommate and best friend.
"Chen Feng, I want to talk to you about something."
Chen Feng nodded. "Go ahead and say it."
"It's crowded here, so it's not very convenient."
Cui Xuan pursed her lips. "Can you come out with me for a bit?"
"cannot."
Chen Feng refused without even thinking, saying, "If you find it inconvenient, then don't bother saying anything. I'm not interested anyway."
It wasn't that Chen Feng was disrespectful to Cui Xuan, but rather that he had been bitten by a snake once and was now overly cautious.
After all, Cui Xuan had a "glorious record" of tricking Chen Feng into going to the No. 3 canteen and getting involved in Hao Nianlei's public humiliation of Wang Zhe.
Heaven knows what "surprise" awaits him once he leaves the classroom with Cui Xuan.
"Forehead……"
Cui Xuan blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Well... I'll tell you right now. Nian Lei has submitted her application to change her major. If all goes well, she'll be an economics student after the National Day holiday..."
"Hao Nianlei also transferred to the Economics Department?"
Young Master Fu blinked and asked a question instinctively.
"What's the meaning?"
Chen Feng immediately sensed something was wrong. "Who else turned around?"
"Who else could it be? Wang Zhe, of course!"
Fu Jiahao sneered, "I heard that before the official start of the semester, that guy was bragging all the time, but he was first openly rejected by Hao Nianlei, and then he was beaten up by an upperclassman and ended up in the hospital."
"He felt humiliated and ashamed to face his classmates in the finance department, so he submitted an application to change his major as soon as he was discharged from the hospital."
Although Fu Jiahao had never met Wang Zhe, that did not stop Fu Jiahao from disliking Wang Zhe.
The reason is simple: things of the same sex are mutually exclusive.
In a sense, Fu Jiahao and Wang Zhe are the same in nature; they are both "show-offs."
Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly, forming a playful arc.
"Chen Feng, don't overthink it."
Seemingly sensing Chen Feng's sarcasm, Cui Xuan quickly said, "As far as I know, after that incident in front of the No. 3 canteen, Nian Lei lost contact with Wang Zhe."
"Tsk tsk..."
Chen Feng smacked his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Cui Xuan's words were quite "skillful"!
She only said that Hao Nianlei and Wang Zhe had lost contact, but she didn't say that Hao Nianlei didn't know that Wang Zhe had transferred to the economics department, let alone that Hao Nianlei's transfer to the economics department wasn't to reconcile with Wang Zhe...
If Chen Feng weren't a middle-aged man who had lived two lives, he might not have seen through Cui Xuan's little tricks.
"Chen Feng, don't you believe me? Nian Lei really has no way of knowing Wang Zhe's whereabouts, Nian Lei..."
"Alright, alright, stop defending Hao Nianlei."
Chen Feng interrupted, "Who said she didn't have a way to know Wang Zhe's whereabouts? Her way is you, isn't it?"
"I……"
Before Cui Xuan could defend herself, Chen Feng continued, "You're a local from the ancient city, and you were Wang Zhe's classmate in high school. Don't tell me you don't know about Wang Zhe changing his major."
"Let me guess, what do you want to talk to me about..."
"Yes, I guessed it."
"You want me to persuade Hao Nianlei to withdraw her application to change her major?"
Cui Xuan's eyes widened. "You...how did you know?"
"What's so strange about that?"
Chen Feng shrugged. "I also know that Hao Nianlei sent you to find me."
"If I really persuade her, she will use every trick in the book to snag me, her golden husband."
"If she doesn't get into her first choice, she'll devote herself to pursuing Wang Zhe."
Cui Xuan stared blankly at Chen Feng, a storm raging in her heart.
Did Chen Feng install a bugging device in his dormitory, or does he have the special ability to read people's minds?
Otherwise, how could he know everything?
"Chen Feng..."
"I do not accept apprentices."
Cui Xuan gave Chen Feng a deep look, then turned and left.
It was like playing chess; Hao Nianlei and herself had only just advanced a pawn when Chen Feng saw through all their next moves and strategies...
What else could she say?
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