Imposter Young Master
Chapter 98 Out for a Drive_1

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Out for a Drive_1

Yang Fei’s eyes swept over the test paper, equally stunned.

Every single answer was checked correctly. The multiple-choice questions were all correct, the sentence translations were concise and accurate and the grammar was flawless.

A perfect score.

"Gang, this..." Yang Fei still looked disbelieving.

"Don’t ask me why? Because I’m a genius." Yang Gang struck a cocky pose, then looked at Yang Fei and grinned, "Feifei, your brother is really looking forward to tonight’s feast."

Yang Fei expressed dissatisfaction: "This mock exam doesn’t have a listening test, it can’t prove your English proficiency!"

The sentence was spoken in English by Yang Fei.

Yang Gang saw Yang Fei suddenly switch to English, smirked, and fluidly replied in English: "Does this prove my English proficiency?"

His perfect London accent gave Yang Fei the impression she had traveled to the United Kingdom.

Yang Fei was stunned.

No way! Since when did this guy Gang become so good at English?

Yang Fei did a double-take, then spoke again: "Gang, why did your English suddenly get so good?"

These words were spoken in French by Yang Fei. She majored in business English in college, but also studied French, and her French proficiency was not bad.

"Wow, Yang Fei even speaks French?"

Yang Gang smirked, "Yang Fei, your French level is average. There were at least two grammatical errors in that last sentence."

This sentence was also replied in French by Yang Gang, a perfect Parisian accent.

Yang Fei was truly shocked this time.

Meanwhile, Zi Han has been stunned since earlier.

Her English level wasn’t particularly good, especially her listening, which was her weak point. When Yang Gang and Yang Fei were conversing in English, she struggled to understand the meaning of the conversation. But when she composed herself, Yang Gang and Yang Fei had switched to another foreign language. Zi Han had no idea what language it was, let alone understand the content of the conversation.

After a long time, Yang Fei finally snapped back to reality, looking at him in disbelief: "Gang, why do I suddenly feel like you’ve become a different person after the car accident? Did you ever study French before?"

Yang Fei switched back to Mandarin, as it could not show the advantages or disadvantages, unlike English and French, which were too hurtful~~

Yang Gang was taken aback, he had been showing off too much and actually aroused Yang Fei’s suspicions.

He thought quickly, then casually said: "Feifei, you underestimate the training for a wealthy heir. Every winter and summer vacation, Dad would send me somewhere secret for training. You know about this, right?"

Yang Fei nodded: "Of course I know. But Dad has always refused to say what kind of training you’re undergoing."

"Hmm, it’s a secret training for the family heir, so of course it can’t be easily revealed. And daughters will eventually marry into other households, so it’s even more impossible to freely explain it to daughters. Dad has principles." Yang Gang bluffed.

To prevent exposure, Yang Lin told Yang Gang a lot of ’predecessor’ stuff, including bringing his son for training every winter and summer vacation. But as for what specific training was undertaken, Yang Lin never revealed anything to Yang Gang.

This matter always seemed rather strange to Yang Gang. His instinct told him that this was anything but ordinary!

When Yang Fei heard what Yang Gang said, she immediately scoffed: "Humph! Really, father. Secretly training you into a Super Man, and then playing the ’Play Dead to Kill the Tiger’ game? Such a low-level interest!"

It seemed like Yang Fei accepted Yang Gang’s explanation.

Yang Gang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: "No matter what training Lord Yang has actually given his son, this excuse is really a great tool for me to conceal my impostor identity."

"Ah, I still have something to find Brother Ziyang for, almost forgot." Yang Gang thought of the student union matter, quickly said goodbye to Yang Fei and Zi Han.

Unable to find Xia Ziyang in school, Yang Gang had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Yang Gang received a message from Gu Xiaorou.

"Gang, accompany me for a walk?"

Yang Gang felt that Gu Xiaorou’s text message was a bit off, it seemed she was not very happy.

Yang Gang hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Okay! Where are you?"

About an hour later, Yang Gang cycled to a certain intersection in Hangcheng.

A woman was standing at the corner of the street, her bright eyes, arched brows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, her fair and flawless skin emanating a soft blush, her thin lips as tender as rose petals.

Naturally beautiful.

The kind of woman that makes men’s eyes bleed at first glance, wishing their eyeballs could pop out and stick to her.

But her aloof temperament kept people a thousand miles away.

She was like a proud and frosty plum, standing in a quiet valley, quietly, elegantly blooming on her own.

Yang Gang was slightly dazed, and an unexplainable thought flitted through his mind.

He composed himself, cycled up to the woman, and said: "Gu Xiaorou, what are you planning to do, making me cycle all the way here? Nowadays, I’m a young master of the Hangcheng wealthy family. What if someone who knows me sees me?"

"Cut! You’ve gotten addicted to pretending to be the young master. Be careful your sister will expose you in minutes." Gu Xiaorou sneered.

Yang Gang looked exasperated, "Zhang Yu really has heavy tastes, having such a wild girlfriend, he would dump her in minutes."

Gu Xiaorou glanced at Yang Gang and didn’t make a sound.

Damn, what’s happening? According to the previous pattern, Gu Xiaorou would definitely pounce over and pinch his waist.

This woman clearly had something on her mind.

Yang Gang laughed awkwardly, saying, "Xiaorou, I was just joking. Are you angry?"

"No." Gu Xiaorou said flatly.

"Uh."

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

"Hai, Gang, take me for a ride?" At this point, Gu Xiaorou suddenly smiled faintly.

"Oh, alright." Yang Gang nodded.

Yang Gang was cycling the bike, with Gu Xiaorou sitting on the seat, her hands naturally embracing Yang Gang’s waist.

This road was quite secluded, with few pedestrians and vehicles, and Yang Gang didn’t cycle fast.

The late summer after the typhoon, the wind was a bit cold, Gu Xiaorou pressed her face against Yang Gang’s back and whispered: "I once imagined a simple and warm life: the man I love cycling, me sitting on the back seat, just like this, both hands wrapped around his waist, head leaning on his not very broad but warm back, the cool breeze brushing past my ears, the wind chimes he hung on the bike for me ringing, playing an irregular but pleasing melody."

"Uh... Xiaorou, what exactly is wrong with you? Did you have a fight with Zhang Yu?" Yang Gang hesitated for a moment and then asked.

Gu Xiaorou shook her head.

"Zhang Yu is really something, even if he’s too busy, he can’t neglect his girlfriend. It’s a terrible waste to have such an amazing girlfriend! Xiaorou, next time I see Zhang Yu, I will definitely scold him for you!" Yang Gang said.

Gu Xiaorou said nothing, and Yang Gang couldn’t see her expression.

A moment later, a Bentley sports car with a Yanjing license plate drove up from behind, followed by a Camaro sports car, also with a Yanjing license plate.

As it passed the bike that Yang Gang was riding, the speed of the Bentley in front suddenly dropped, then the window rolled down, a pig-like hand stretched out, trying to flip up Gu Xiaorou’s skirt.