Pampered by the School Bully
Chapter 415: Recently, Huo Feng in our class has become more and more well-behaved! (2)

Chapter 415: Recently, Huo Feng in our class has become more and more well-behaved! (2)

Facing the big bag of sandwiches and milk that Han Feiyi left behind, the twenty teammates all drooled with envy.

Although they found Han Feiyi’s confession rather ridiculous, food is tempting!

Pan Bo then asked Huo Feng, "Big Bro Feng, can we eat the sandwiches? Or are you going to give them back to her?"

"Eat them, of course!"

Huo Feng raised an eyebrow, snatched the confession note that Han Feiyi had left from Pan Bo’s hand, crumpled it into a ball, and said, "If you guys want to eat, just eat; it’s none of my business! If you don’t eat, I’m going to throw this stuff in the trash."

"Oh, don’t do that! What a waste to throw it away!"

Pan Bo quickly picked up the big bag of sandwiches, grinned at his teammates, and said, "Brothers, let’s salvage the stuff that Big Bro Feng is going to toss in the trash! Come on, one for each person!"

As he spoke, Pan Bo scooped out sandwiches from the bag, one for each person, and in minutes the twenty sandwiches and milk were distributed.

"Remember, guys, this stuff was meant for the trash by Big Bro Feng! It’s definitely not given by Big Bro Feng! The treats we’re eating now, these are fresh finds from the trash! Make sure you remember that!"

Pan Bo deliberately said so, his intention being quite obvious, which was to sever any connection these items had with Han Feiyi.

He needed everyone to bear in mind that they were not eating something given by Han Feiyi, but something picked out of the trash; that way, they wouldn’t feel indebted to her.

Huo Feng nodded in approval at Pan Bo, his eyes as if to say ’Indeed, you’re my smartest and wittiest son’...

In the end, there was one sandwich and milk left, which Pan Bo held up and asked Huo Feng, "Big Bro Feng, do you want to eat the fresh find from the trash can?"

Huo Feng, with disgust, pushed it away, "Scram, don’t insult someone as distinguished as Dad with that kind of stuff!"

"Alright then!"

Pan Bo claimed the last sandwich and milk for himself, "Then it’s all mine!"

Thus, the brothers started enjoying what was referred to as ’the sandwiches and milk scavenged from the trash can’...

Meanwhile, the confession note written by Han Feiyi had been crumpled into a ball by Huo Feng and thrown with a precise parabolic arc into the trash can.

After it was thrown, Huo Feng immediately regretted it, "Ah, what an oversight! I should’ve taken a picture to show Sangzhi!"

Biting into his sandwich, Pan Bo asked him with a noise resembling that of a pig eating, "You trying to dig your own grave again, Big Bro Feng?"

Huo Feng gave his head a push, "Don’t you know what a reverse psychology tactic is! It’s just to stir up Sangzhi’s feelings for me! Blockhead!"

Pan Bo was dumbfounded: "..." – feeling insulted...

At that moment, behind the door of the next classroom, a pair of eyes was peering through the glass window at every move and action of Huo Feng and his brothers in the hallway.

Therefore, every scene that unfolded in the hallway and every word exchanged among the brothers was seen and heard by the person behind the door.

That person was Han Feiyi.

Han Feiyi was silently observing every move of Huo Feng and his brothers, wanting to know how Huo Feng would treat her gesture of goodwill.

She hadn’t expected that they would accept her gift in such a manner.

It was a form of insult.

And so Han Feiyi, hidden behind the door, quietly clenched her fists...

...

The evening self-study time today was quite lively in the classroom office.

Because tomorrow is the red May cultural performance event, several class representatives have been using the office to discuss their class’s acts with teachers the night before.

During almost every lesson break, students would take the initiative to come to the teacher’s office to talk to the teachers.

Among them, Wu Beilei, the class president of Class 1-1, came during every break—practically turning the office into her own home.

And as a result, Huo Mingshan was tied up all evening with the array of performance issues brought forth by Wu Beilei.

As the homeroom teacher, Huo Mingshan had to be committed to his class’s performance!

Thus, he was busy but felt that his busyness was worthwhile and was willing to do it.

Sharing the same office, Zheng Qiu was particularly envious of the proactive approach of certain classes towards the event.

However, it was really just a few classes that were proactive.

For key classes like Class 1-1 and Class 1-2, the students were relatively proactive, so the homeroom teachers of these classes usually had more enthusiasm.

Beyond that, the participation level of students in the other classes depended on luck...

Anyway, Zheng Qiu felt that her own class was very resigned to defeat.

Just like last year’s autumn sports meeting, her class was like a stagnant pond; only when she threw a pebble into the water did some ripples appear.

If she didn’t assign any tasks...

Alright...

The whole class would just die off.

Watching Wu Beilei from Class 1-1 running to the office time after time, Zheng Qiu also sank into deep doubt that night.

She wondered: Are all the students in Class 7-1 zombies? Why else would they be so lifeless?

"Mr. Huo, I really envy you. Your students are so active..."

Leaning on one hand, Zheng Qiu could not help but shake her head and express her envy.

"Hey, jealous much? It’s a ton of work, you know."

Huo Mingshan replies annoyingly, with a look that says ’I know you’re jealous of me, but you can’t touch this.’

In the teachers’ office, Yang Huiming, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-2, overhears this conversation and can’t resist interrupting with a dig at Zheng Qiu, "Mr. Zheng, how’s your class rehearsal going? Haven’t heard a peep, have we?"

Ever since the incident involving Huo Feng and Chen Ruixiang, the collegial relationship between Yang Huiming and Zheng Qiu had crumbled.

Consequently, Zheng Qiu, hearing the sarcasm in Yang Huiming’s voice, forces confidence and rudely responds, "Our class rehearsal is going quite well. And the chorus and original performance this time are arranged by Huo Feng; I trust his ability to get things done!"

"Listen to you go on."

Yang Huiming raises an eyebrow in amusement, his smile full of mockery, "It’s your student, as long as you believe in him. Even if he doesn’t come to discuss with you, it’s all good, right?"

Zheng Qiu shrugs, "That’s right, so I don’t care!"

Yang Huiming nods with a smile, "Good that you don’t care. It’s better to be relaxed and not envy others just because they visit more frequently. As for the students you selected, as long as you understand them, that’s enough."

"What are you implying, Mr. Yang?" Zheng Qiu can hardly stand Yang Huiming’s sly digs anymore.

But Yang Huiming continues to skirt the issue, answering in the same vein, "Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it, don’t overthink it."

Zheng Qiu curls his lip and turns his head away, ignoring Yang Huiming.

Yet, Zheng Qiu still feels gloomy.

"Excuse me."

Just as Zheng Qiu sinks into a sullen mood, suddenly, a very familiar male voice comes from the entrance of the teachers’ office.

Zheng Qiu almost instantaneously turns his head at the sound, his gaze locking onto the figure at the doorway, eyes brimming with relief.

That’s right!

Huo Feng has arrived!

"Teacher, may I bother you for a moment?"

Huo Feng walks into the office, approaches Zheng Qiu’s desk in a few strides, and just as he’s about to discuss something important, he notices several teachers around him staring...

Huo Feng surveys the surroundings, meeting the eyes of Huo Mingshan, Yang Huiming, and several other teachers, then arches an eyebrow, "Why is everyone staring at me? Looking particularly handsome today, am I?"

"There you go joking again."

Zheng Qiu interrupts him with a smile, "What did you need to see me for?"

"About tomorrow’s Red May performance."

Huo Feng slips his hands into his school uniform pockets, tilting his head slightly, "I’ve got both performances all prepped; want to take a look?"

Truth be told, ever since Zheng Qiu assigned the Red May event to Huo Feng, she hadn’t really looked into it much.

It wasn’t because she didn’t want to meddle, but because Huo Feng kept playing his cards close to his chest, never updating her on the progress.

Tonight was the final evening, and Huo Feng had finalized both pieces.

Therefore, he had no intention of consulting with Zheng Qiu; he merely wanted her to enjoy the performances.

"Just take a look?" Zheng Qiu asked.

Huo Feng nods, boasting confidently, "Just have a look, you can trust my work, I guarantee you’ll be one hundred percent satisfied."

Huo Feng, speaking with such boldness, almost comes off as boastful.

Behind Huo Feng, Huo Mingshan narrows his eyes at this moment, a skeptical look fixed on Huo Feng’s back.

He thinks to himself: This kid must be bluffing again!

"Alright then," Zheng Qiu nods, "when should we take a look? After evening self-study?"

Huo Feng pouts his mouth, pondering for a moment, then says, "Let’s go to the Student Activity Center then, I’ve got the keys to the Street Dance Club."

Zheng Qiu: "Mhm, sounds good."

Huo Feng: "If you agree, then I’ll go and tell the class. Everyone will be there, so don’t you dare be late, given all the trouble."

Zheng Qiu blinks in confirmation, "No problem."

Huo Feng nods, "Alright, I’m off then."

Zheng Qiu: "Go ahead!"

With that, Huo Feng turns and leaves.

After Huo Feng’s departure, Zheng Qiu finally reveals a satisfied smile and nods to Huo Mingshan, "Lately, Huo Feng has changed a lot, becoming more and more well-behaved. I’m starting to trust him more and more."

Huo Mingshan is somewhat baffled: "Oh..."

How can Huo Mingshan not feel skeptical about Huo Feng changing? There’s that saying: a leopard never changes its spots...

Such a sudden shift must have a purpose, right?

Huo Mingshan speculates: He must be trying to play the good student to curry favor, right!