Super Soldier in Campus

Lin Feng couldn't figure out why a simple lunch had escalated into such a predicament... I feel like I'm being roasted on a spit!

He and Tang Rou had both been dragged by Wu Mei into a small room adjacent to the private dining suite. Watching Tang Rou curiously survey the room's furnishings and the strange, special-use items, Lin Feng felt on the verge of a breakdown.

"What in the world are you trying to do?" Lin Feng asked, gazing at Wu Mei with a dark expression, feeling utterly fed up.

Wu Mei didn't answer immediately. Only after thoroughly searching the small room and finding no listening devices or cameras did she turn to Lin Feng, her gaze cold as she said, "Do you think I want to do this?"

This was the real Wu Mei. With all her masks removed, she was a truly cold woman. The seductive demeanor she usually presented was mostly an act for her mission.

Lin Feng harbored no inappropriate thoughts about Wu Mei, so her attitude was particularly galling, especially since he had just helped her. Her icy demeanor left Lin Feng quite irritated.

"Just tell me, when can we leave?" Lin Feng said, his face etched with impatience, his tone cold.

Wu Mei sneered at Lin Feng. Glancing at Tang Rou, still unsure of her true relationship with Lin Feng, she avoided drawing her into the conversation. "TSK, TSK, are you in that much of a hurry to leave? You've barely been in here a minute. Aren't you afraid people will look down on you if you leave now?"

Lin Feng's expression froze. Wu Mei has a point, he thought helplessly. If I were to exit right now, people outside might truly think I'm some legendary quick-draw gunman...

But Lin Feng didn't want to be completely under Wu Mei's thumb.

"If I were to storm out right now, your risk of exposure would be quite high, wouldn't it?" Lin Feng said, shaking his head with a smile, his words carrying an implicit threat.

"You..." Wu Mei ground her teeth. After a glance at Tang Rou, she finally conceded, "Fine, I'll owe you a favor. Help me this once, and you can leave after half an hour!"

To think they'd make a handsome guy like me sit calmly in a small, fully-equipped room with two scantily-clad beauties for half an hour—one of them my obedient girlfriend! This is absolute torture!

Lin Feng sighed inwardly, truly torn. What on earth am I supposed to do for half an hour?

Lin Feng glanced at Wu Mei. He initially wanted to express some polite concern, but considering she was on a special mission and it was likely inappropriate to chat, he kept his mouth shut.

However, Wu Mei misunderstood. Seeing Lin Feng's hesitant expression—as if he wanted to say something but stopped—she assumed he wanted to... Especially since Lin Feng brought Tang Rou to a place like this, what else could he possibly be planning other than *that*?

"You two... go ahead and do whatever you want..." Wu Mei bit her lower lip, forcing the words out. "Just pretend I'm not here!"

Having spent the better part of a month at the Fuli Hotel, Wu Mei had witnessed all sorts of sordid affairs. Her mental fortitude was exceptionally strong. Even if Lin Feng were to do something... inappropriate... right in front of her, she likely wouldn't bat an eye.

Hearing Wu Mei's words, Tang Rou first froze. Then, a blush spread rapidly from her face to the tips of her ears. She struggled to lift her head and said softly to Wu Mei, "You... you've misunderstood. Lin Feng and I, we didn't come here to..."

Tang Rou trailed off, suddenly remembering that Lin Feng had indeed brought her to a hotel. Could he truly have had that in mind...? Oh, how am I supposed to explain this!

"I told you, I really just came to eat..." Lin Feng reiterated, feeling helpless.

Wu Mei sneered. "HUMPH, HUMPH." She said no more, but inwardly, a sense of relief washed over her. Whether Lin Feng is telling the truth or not, at least I don't have to watch a live show.

The agonizing half-hour finally dragged to an end. Lin Feng, Tang Rou, and Wu Mei emerged from the small room, their clothes artfully disheveled. They discovered a full banquet spread laid out in the private dining room...

By then, Lin Feng had completely lost his appetite. With a mortified Tang Rou in tow, he practically fled the private dining room. After settling the bill of over five thousand yuan, Lin Feng left the Fuli Hotel, thoroughly dejected.

"Lin Feng, who exactly is that Wu Mei?" As Lin Feng's car gradually pulled away from the Fuli Hotel, Tang Rou, sitting in the passenger seat, finally couldn't resist asking.

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep it a secret!" Lin Feng turned to Tang Rou, speaking softly.

"Okay!" Tang Rou nodded obediently, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng, burning with curiosity.

"All you need to know is that she's on a secret mission," Lin Feng said with a smile. "Knowing too much might actually harm her."

"Oh... okay then," Tang Rou said, sounding a little disappointed. She had actually wanted to ask Lin Feng how he knew Wu Mei, but after his warning, she didn't dare press further, afraid her curiosity might endanger Wu Mei.

"I'm starving! Let's go eat!" Lin Feng exclaimed. He'd just shelled out over five thousand yuan for a meal he hadn't even touched, and his stomach was now audibly protesting. He promptly pulled over to a roadside hotpot restaurant and led Tang Rou inside to feast.

Lin Feng ordered many dishes. As they ate, they soon missed Tang Rou's class time. Lin Feng then began to encourage Tang Rou, who had always been a good student, to skip class for the first time in her life…

Tang Rou called the discipline monitor, fabricating a story about a visiting relative and stomach pains. She managed to get excused on sick leave with surprising ease.

"There! Wasn't my acting good?" Tang Rou boasted to Lin Feng about her successful leave application, making Lin Feng worry. What if I'm leading the obedient Tang Rou astray?

Not long after, Tang Rou received a call from her father, Tang Zhendong. He said he would be coming to see her at the Qingshan residential area that evening.

After finishing their hotpot and sharing some affectionate moments, Lin Feng took a blushing Tang Rou back to her apartment in the Qingshan residential area.

Around five in the evening, Lin Feng was leisurely driving back toward Jiangzhou University South Campus. He was oblivious that his absence had nearly caused a brawl between the boys from the Industrial Management class and the Finance class on the basketball court.

It turned out that after Lin Feng disappeared during the fourth period that morning, no one except Su Zi and Ning Aoxue had seen him. Ding Min, from the Finance class, had arranged a one-on-one basketball match with Lin Feng. He now assumed Lin Feng had chickened out and fled.

"What a chicken! This morning he was all talk; I thought he was something special, but he doesn't even dare show his face on the court. He ran off before we even started! How embarrassing! Is this the kind of person the Industrial Management class produces? With a physical education representative who's a shrimp and a Sports Department Head who's a turtle, you guys in the Industrial Management class might as well rename yourselves the Aquarium!"

Ding Min's taunting skills were clearly well-honed. His few lines stirred the hot-blooded male students of the Industrial Management class into a rage, and they rolled up their sleeves, ready to rush over and fight him.