Chapter 12: Isn’t This Fun?
Mu Feng denied it: “Of course not, just simple horseplay. I twisted it.”
He steeled his heart and leaned in. “If you don’t believe me, check it. There’s not a single injury.”
The two were close, but the other party had controlled his pheromones well; he couldn’t smell a hint of absinthe.
Liang Yuhang lifted his eyes. His gaze inevitably landed on Mu Feng’s fair neck. The collar was loose and open; a simple short-sleeved shirt had been worn with a sense of debauchery.
Liang Yuhang looked away. “Not interested. You aren’t my patient.”
Mu Feng: “………”
How can a mouth of thirty-six degrees speak such cold words?
He slowly sat down opposite him, propping up his chin. “Then what should be done for this kind of situation where there’s no surface injury but it hurts a little? Dr. Liang.”
Liang Yuhang said, “Beat it again. Fight poison with poison.”
He licked his lower lip. Probably would be poisoned to death by him.
Mu Feng was about to die of anger. “Not chatting anymore. Reading.”
“Use medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis. Apply it and rub it out,” Liang Yuhang opened his notebook and answered him.
“Ah?” Mu Feng heard the answer suddenly, and thinking of the injured area, realized Liang Yuhang had said it with such a straight face.
Mu Feng’s face flushed red in a second. He mumbled, “Oh, understood.”
This person… really, was going to be the death of him. He felt like he was being thrown into a hot pot and boiled.
Fortunately, Liang Yuhang didn’t press further or ask if he needed a doctor’s help to apply the medicine.
He would definitely not be able to resist saying yes.
“Do this one.” Liang Yuhang quickly wrote a question and pushed it in front of him, wanting to see Mu Feng’s general level.
Mu Feng was still zoning out.
Liang Yuhang knocked on the table. “What are you thinking about?”
Mu Feng slowly pulled his attention back. “Thinking… I can’t go out. Where do I buy medicine later?”
“Beaten silly?” Liang Yuhang looked at him. “This building has more doctors than anything else, and you need to go outside to buy it?”
“True.” Mu Feng cursed inwardly. It was all Liang Yuhang’s fault; a few sentences had made his thoughts run wild and his brain crash.
He lowered his head, forcing himself to focus on the question. It wasn’t too hard—applied mechanics—but there were two traps buried in it, easy to get wrong.
If he could solve it correctly, it definitely wouldn’t be the standard of a barely-passing average.
He lowered his head and calculated quickly with his pen, giving a not-too-stupid wrong answer.
Then he looked up and pushed the paper back. “Is it right?”
Liang Yuhang glanced at it and marked a cross with a red pen. “Wrong in a ridiculous way. Did you write the answer with your feet?”
Teacher Liang was truly strict.
Mu Feng thought, If I had known, I would have pretended to be a little smarter. Now, in his eyes, I’m probably just an idiot with negative IQ.
“Do another one.” Liang Yuhang set questions quickly, switching to a reagent problem.
Mu Feng’s scalp tingled.
Controlling scores was easier before; he could just roughly calculate the points and deliberately get some wrong. No one would look at the logic of his errors. But Liang Yuhang would.
Under his eyelids, it was too easy to be exposed.
Mu Feng wrote out the equation slowly, listing the solution correctly. At the end, he deliberately made a mistake common to poor students.
“Finished.” Mu Feng pushed the paper back, his small face tense.
Liang Yuhang looked at it for nearly a minute. “Alright, I see.”
See what? Mu Feng looked at him nervously, swallowing his saliva. “So now, what do we do?”
“For the first assessment, I don’t expect you to get high scores in everything. Time is short, so we’ll focus on your strong subjects first.” Liang Yuhang had a photographic memory for his grades. “The ones with higher scores—Injection, Pharmacology, Mechanics. Review these three first. Strive for an eighty. Can you do it?”
Mu Feng didn’t expect him to start with his best subjects.
Of course he could do it. Even a perfect score was possible.
He breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll try hard.”
“Reach the goal, there’s a reward. Fail to reach it, there’s a punishment. Is that okay?” Liang Yuhang added.
“You name the reward, I name the punishment.”
Mu Feng simply wanted to offer thanks to the Bodhisattva. How could this benefit come with a bonus gift? Too happy.
“Okay, deal.” He tried to suppress his voice so it didn’t sound overly excited.
Liang Yuhang looked at him. “Not asking what the punishment is? So confident.”
Mu Feng mimicked him. “What is the punishment?”
Liang Yuhang kept him in suspense. “I’ll tell you after you finish the exam.”
Mu Feng was itching with curiosity.
What kind of punishment?
This man was too good at manipulating people’s hearts. What if the punishment he mentioned felt more like a reward to Mu Feng?
Then what score should he actually aim for?
For the first time, Mu Feng felt his CPU was about to fry. “Fine, then I won’t tell you what reward I want either. Let you die of curiosity.”
Liang Yuhang thought he was so childish. Even though he was the one so angry his eyes were squinting.
When he was angry, he looked quite like Mumu.
He spent an hour quickly highlighting key points for Mu Feng. While Mu Feng worked on the questions, he sent a message to 0717 outlining the day’s work, then looked up again.
“Finish the questions this afternoon. I’ll check them tonight.”
“Mu Bao, so diligent. You’ve been studying for four hours. Aren’t you hungry?” Jiang Yuan turned his head to call him. “I want to eat.”
“I’m hungry too.” Zhou Tiantian poked his head out. “Go, go, go. To the cafeteria.”
Mu Feng looked up at Liang Yuhang. “Are you coming together?”
Liang Yuhang hated eating with a bunch of people. It was noisy and affected his appetite.
He said bluntly, “No need.”
This was very Liang Yuhang. He had always been a loner.
Over there, two starving ghosts were eyeing him. Mu Feng didn’t want to leave, caught in a dilemma, but ultimately biased: “I seem… not very hungry yet.”
Jiang Yuan sucked in a breath of cold air. “Did you study yourself stupid? Can knowledge be eaten as rice? Do you want me to shred my books and stir-fry a plate for you?”
Mu Feng: “………I think you might have a better future doing stand-up comedy.”
Jiang Yuan watched until his head hurt, running over to shake him. “Let’s go, let’s go. Liang Yuhang isn’t stopping you, right?”
Liang Yuhang shrugged slightly. “Suit yourself. You guys go eat, I’m going back upstairs.”
Mu Feng simply wanted to boil Jiang Yuan into soup.
The biggest stumbling block on his romantic path had appeared. This guy should have been locked in confinement at home for two months.
His eyes were resentful and extremely vicious. “Brother Lu Zhuo, I suggest you assign him a bit more homework. It’s not good for a child to be too idle during summer vacation.”
Jiang Yuan: ?????
Lu Zhuo nodded. “I think so too.”
Jiang Yuan: ??????
When did you two form a united front, huh?
Liang Yuhang raised an eyebrow slightly. He hated humans, but listening to these two bicker was actually quite amusing.
He stood up and said, “Let’s go. Eat.”
Mu Feng’s eyes widened. He reached out and hooked Jiang Yuan’s neck, dragging him outside. “Little Jiang, studying is hard work. I’ll serve you an extra bowl of soup.”
Jiang Yuan: “…………”
He hadn’t been in a relationship, but he considered himself a master of the game. He had flirted with dozens, if not a hundred guys. This little scheme was just too obvious.
“Mu Bao, you…” He stopped, wanting to say something but hesitating. “You… what kind of taste do you have ah!!!”
Mu Feng turned his head, meeting his heartbroken expression. “Don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“What riddles are you two speaking in?” Lu Zhuo asked.
Jiang Yuan firmly believed he hadn’t seen wrong. He sighed and groaned, wishing he could shake Mu Feng’s brain to see if it was filled entirely with water.
“Take me along. My mentor left; I don’t want to eat alone.” Zhou Tiantian quickly followed, blending in.
Several people sat in the cafeteria, harboring their own ulterior motives.
Liang Yuhang raised an eyebrow slightly. “So quiet. Doesn’t fit your style.”
Mu Feng blinked, understanding instantly. “You joined us because you wanted to watch us bicker?”
Liang Yuhang gave a hum of affirmation, saying directly, “Quite funny. Listening to it like stand-up comedy.”
Mu Feng smiled. “Alright, Little Jiang, come out. Perform a bit.”
Jiang Yuan was so angry at this love-struck friend that his head was bald from stress. He sighed again, unable to resist pulling out his phone and typing furiously to Mu Feng.
[yuan]: I knew it!!! I knew it!!! Why did you insist on coming to this broken base!!! Turns out you have your eyes on Liang Yuhang!!
[yuan]: So many handsome guys, why must you find this toxic-tongued air conditioner? If you like refrigeration, I’ll send you a fridge, okay?
[yuan]: Bao, listen to me, change targets. I’ll introduce you to a dozen handsome guys.
[M]: Who said I like him.
[M]: Your hallucination.
Mu Feng didn’t want to admit it. Jiang Yuan was a loudmouth. If he knew, Lu Zhuo would know. Within half a day, Liang Yuhang would probably start drawing lines.
[yuan]: ……………Keep being stubborn. You can’t catch him anyway, give up. Who could that dead face possibly like?
[yuan]: Look how awful this person is. I’m truly impressed. Are you blind?
[yuan]: Ah, god, I’m full just from anger.
Lu Zhuo saw him typing cracklingly and asked, “Who are you messaging?”
Jiang Yuan said grumpily, “Messaging an idiot missing a screw in his brain.”
Zhou Tiantian laughed hard. “You send messages to yourself? What a hobby.”
“What do you mean?” Jiang Yuan didn’t get it.
The others reacted quickly, laughing together.
Jiang Yuan was angry, but belatedly figured out the flavor of the insult. “Damn, Green Hair Monster, let’s fight. I can’t take it anymore.”
Liang Yuhang looked up and pressed his brow. So noisy. Shouldn’t have come.
Seeing his expression, Mu Feng lightly touched the other’s leather shoe with the tip of his foot.
A silent mouthing: Sorry, bear with it.
Liang Yuhang looked down and saw the foot reaching over. The size was a bit smaller than his own.
White sneakers and black leather shoes placed together—a very obvious contrast.
Did he know that such an action carried a strong suggestion?
Liang Yuhang raised his eyes, looking into the other’s innocent eyes.
Probably doesn’t know.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had a secret crush for four years and still not dared to confess to the person.
“Mu Feng.” Liang Yuhang called his name. There were people nearby, and he didn’t want to embarrass him, so he reminded him softly, “Foot.”
Mu Feng also looked down, seeing the two pairs of shoes touching. The other party withdrew his long legs, retreating to create distance.
The others were still making noise; no one noticed.
Mu Feng’s expression looked as if this wasn’t a big deal. He extended his foot further forward.
The two pairs of shoes collided again, separated slightly, then collided again.
“Teacher Liang, isn’t this fun? Don’t you think so?”
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