On the podium, the professor was explaining the theory of marginal utility, his voice rising and falling in rhythm. Han Feng stole glances at Liu Mengran's profile—porcelain-white skin, long, thick eyelashes, and those pale pink lips that were always slightly pursed. This seemingly aloof girl was the only one in the class who would text him to check on him when he was absent.
"Something came up at home," Han Feng replied casually, while enduring the sharp pain in his ribs and leaning back in his chair as naturally as possible. "It's nothing serious."
Liu Mengran finally turned her head, her amber eyes looking directly at him: "You look terrible."
Han Feng knew this wasn't concern; it was just Liu Mengran's kind of objective observation. But for some reason, his heart still skipped a beat.
"Just staying up all night playing games." Han Feng shrugged, then gritted his teeth inwardly as the pain aggravated his wound.
Liu Mengran's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she simply turned back to continue taking notes: "Page 78, Utility Maximization Conditions."
Han Feng smiled as he opened his textbook. This was their way of getting along—cold and restrained, yet strangely in sync.
The bell rang, and Liu Mengran quickly packed up her books. As she stood up, she suddenly whispered, "I did your part of the group assignment for Wednesday too."
Han Feng was taken aback: "Thank you. But actually you could..."
"No need to thank me," Liu Mengran interrupted him. "I just don't like teamwork being affected by personal reasons."
She turned and left, her hair tracing an arc in the air. Han Feng watched her retreating figure, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Qin Chuan: Short positions have been established, the market is starting to fluctuate, and we are waiting for the Fed's decision.
Han Feng did not reply. He got up and prepared to go to the Computer Science Department to find Su Wanwan.
The Computer Science Department's teaching building is quite different in style from the School of Economics and Management. Its silver-gray exterior is inlaid with geometrically shaped glass windows, and several avant-garde metal sculptures stand at the entrance. As soon as Han Feng stepped into the hall, he felt curious gazes coming from all directions.
"Isn't that Han Feng from the Economics and Management Department?"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's the mysterious rich kid who took amazing photos with Liu Mengran on the forum!"
"Why did he end up in our computer science department?"
Whispers echoed down the corridor. Han Feng ignored them and headed straight for the multimedia classroom on the third floor—according to his phone's schedule, Su Wanwan should be finishing get out of class soon.
Just as he reached the back door of the classroom, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class. Han Feng leaned against the wall, his gaze passing through the stream of students as he quickly locked onto the striking red short hair—among a group of computer science students dressed in black, white, and gray, Su Wanwan's red short hair and oversized black motorcycle jacket stood out.
She was looking down at her tablet, three silver earrings swaying slightly with her movements, and a lollipop dangling from her mouth. When Su Wanwan looked up and saw Han Feng at the door, she was clearly startled, and the lollipop almost fell out of her mouth.
"Oh, what a rare guest!" She quickly regained her nonchalant expression, skipping over to Han Feng in a few strides. "Young Master Han, what brings you to a small place like our Computer Science Department?"
The surrounding students slowed their pace and pricked up their ears to eavesdrop. Han Feng glanced at the growing crowd and said casually, "No classes today, nothing much to do, I came to wait for you to go home together."
These words were like a bomb, instantly igniting even more whispers among the crowd.
"What's going on? Han Feng is here to see Su Wanwan?"
"They know each other? And they're going 'back' together?"
"Wow, this is even more explosive than Liu Mengran's scandal!"
Su Wanwan clearly hadn't expected Han Feng to be so direct. She narrowed her eyes, a sly smile suddenly appearing on her face: "Oh my, Young Master Han, so considerate?" She deliberately raised her voice, "Aren't you afraid your Liu Mengran will get jealous if she finds out?"
Mentioning Liu Mengran's name ignited the gossip-loving spirits of the surrounding students even more. Han Feng, however, didn't even flinch. He simply walked past Su Wanwan, entered the mostly empty classroom, and found a seat by the window.
Left standing there, Su Wanwan stomped her foot in anger: "Han Feng! You—"
She stormed into the classroom and stood in front of Han Feng: "I'm talking to you!"
Han Feng then looked up at her calmly: "I heard you. So?"
"So what the hell?!" Su Wanwan gritted her teeth, her short red hair practically standing on end. "You suddenly showed up at our department, suddenly said you'd wait for me, and then—"
"So, should we wait?" Han Feng interrupted her, his voice very low.
Su Wanwan's expression changed instantly, suddenly becoming as docile as a kitten: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Han Feng nodded: "get out of class is over, let's talk about it when we get back."
Su Wanwan pouted, but still quickly gathered up the electronic devices scattered on the table—two laptops, a circuit board, and various data cables—and stuffed them all into her backpack with a skull pattern.
"Let's go, young master." She slung her bag over her shoulder and said loudly on purpose, "Since you've come all this way to wait for me, I'll take pity on you and have dinner with you!"
Han Feng shook his head helplessly, got up and followed. As he walked out of the teaching building, he could feel countless curious gazes on his back, while Su Wanwan walked ahead of him triumphantly, like a victorious general.
"You did it on purpose," Han Feng said in a low voice.
Su Wanwan turned around and made a face at him: "Who told you to ignore me just now! Now the whole school will think we're on a date, it'll make that ice queen Liu Mengran so mad!"
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"Mind your own business!" Su Wanwan suddenly stopped and stared at him suspiciously. "Wait, you don't actually have feelings for Liu Mengran, do you?"
Han Feng didn't answer, but continued walking forward. The setting sun cast a long shadow of him. Su Wanwan looked at his tall, straight back and, remembering her embarrassment the night before, blushed slightly.
"Hey! Wait for me!" She jogged after him. "What are we having for dinner tonight? I haven't had your cooking in days."
The two figures walked further and further away, while the Computer Science department's forum exploded with excitement—"Shocking! Supercar heartthrob Han Feng and Computer Science department's enchanting beauty Su Wanwan are suspected of dating! Where will Liu Mengran's heart lie?"
"It's been a long time since I've seen Wang Hao. I'm inviting him over for dinner today."
Han Feng steered the Bugatti La Voiture Noire smoothly out of the school gate. Sunlight streamed through the sunroof, bathing the car's interior in a pale golden hue, highlighting his sharply defined profile.
Su Wanwan was fiddling with her phone when she heard this. She looked up, her short red hair gleaming softly in the sunlight. Unusually, she didn't immediately retort, but hesitated for a moment: "Your injury...is healed? Won't it be inconvenient to come to school like this?"
Han Feng's lips curled into a slight smile: "What, are you worried about me?"
"Who cares about you!" Su Wanwan immediately snapped. "I'm afraid your wound will reopen and you'll die in the car, dragging me down with you!"
"Don't worry," Han Feng glanced at her, "a hundred Su Wanwans combined couldn't beat me, this little injury is nothing."
"Han Feng! You—" Su Wanwan's cheeks puffed up with anger as she shoved the lollipop out of her mouth and pointed it at him, "Serves you right for getting hurt! Why didn't I kill you?!"
Su Wanwan turned her head away angrily, but when she thought of the wounds she saw on Han Feng's body last night, her heart still clenched. After all, Han Feng almost didn't make it back from this mission in the Northern Territory.
Han Feng was already quite pleased with Su Wanwan's current state.
He then called Wang Hao on his own. The call was quickly answered, and a lively male voice came through:
"Han Feng! What made you suddenly decide to call me? Aren't you enjoying your company anymore?"
"We're almost at Kyoto Institute of Technology," Han Feng interrupted him, "Which gate are you at?"
"East Gate." Wang Hao's voice was filled with excitement.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes. It's the weekend, let's get together." Han Feng said and hung up the phone.
Su Wanwan turned her head and inadvertently noticed that Han Feng unconsciously pressed his left rib. That tiny movement did not escape Su Wanwan's eyes.
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