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As for why he knew Lin Feng's name, Zhao Jian hadn't really given it much thought.
He was just being casually polite, while his mind was busy figuring out that he would deliberately tell Lin Feng a bit later, figuring that Iceberg Dean must have some urgent matter and that making him be a little late would definitely lead to an outburst.
Haha, if Iceberg Dean lost his temper, that kid Lin Feng would be out of luck. Zhao Jian had developed a slight wariness of Lin Feng after several incidents, but still felt unwilling to let it go; having someone like that on his turf without making him submissive was something Zhao Jian felt he couldn't swallow. Moreover, he was about to compete for the position of associate director, and the director's authority was crucial,
Since the director obviously intended to let this person go, how could Zhao Jian not make a good impression? Lin Feng, oh Lin Feng, you're in for it this time.
"Mm." There was no helping it, this matter needed to be settled quickly. Leng Mei hummed in agreement and directly found a chair to sit down and close her eyes to rest, waiting for Lin Feng.
"Ah..." Zhao Jian was stunned, he was just... just being casually polite for a moment, who would have thought that this beautiful Dean would actually take a seat.
No way, she's so busy, how could she...
Oh god, Zhao Jian felt his head was in a whirl, could it be that he had got it all wrong? Impossible, what kind of person was Lin Feng, and how could he possibly be related to Iceberg Dean Leng...
Zhao Jian forced a smile and went over to pour tea and water. He had intended to say something else, but seeing Leng Mei's icy face and her eyes closed in rest, he could only sit back down with a smile.
He bowed his head pretending to look at his newspaper, but inside he was completely in a mess. Lin Feng had only arrived a few days ago, how had he managed to draw Dean Leng to their department? Thinking it over, it didn't seem that Lin Feng could be related to Iceberg Leng, so that meant... perhaps Lin Feng had offended Iceberg Leng, which was very bad indeed.
Only I know, those who failed in pursuing Iceberg Leng ended up beaten, no less than a dozen men. Lin Feng was simply courting death, what was he thinking causing trouble with this crazy woman. Damn it, don't drag me into this.
Following Zhao Jian's self-righteous analysis, he was convinced that Lin Feng, just like the previous suitors, had provoked Iceberg Leng, and today she had come in a fury.
Although Zhao Jian was pleased at the thought of Lin Feng being in trouble, with Iceberg Leng right there, he truly feared getting caught in the crossfire and suffering the consequences himself.
At this moment, every minute was excruciating for Zhao Jian, difficult; he couldn't care less about what was written in the newspaper, his thoughts changed every second, and eventually, he hoped that Lin Feng would come back soon, even considered making a phone call, but hesitated since he didn't call earlier, and it would seem odd now. It should be soon...
Finally, after maybe twenty minutes, when Lin Feng pushed the door open and walked in, spotting Leng Mei sitting there, he recognized the woman in the room as the 'Iceberg Leng' he had bumped into at the restaurant yesterday.
"Why are you only getting back now? I just told you to go take a look, see how late you are. If there had been something important, what then? You've made Dean Leng wait here for so long, young man..." When Lin Feng returned, Zhao Jian felt a sense of relief and stood up, preparing to speak with a twisted face.
"Ten minutes to walk there, it took me one minute to replace the water pipe in the computer science department, ten minutes to walk back," Lin Feng corrected Zhao Jian's mistake seriously, looking at his watch.
Zhao Jian's face suddenly couldn't hold the pretense. He had only spoken to demonstrate his leadership, to have something to say in front of Leng Mei and find a way out. He hadn't expected this kid to take him seriously. Zhao Jian, infuriated but at a loss for words,
"Also, I have a phone. If it's an emergency, you could have called," Lin Feng reminded Zhao Jian as he set down his tools.
Whoosh.
Zhao Jian suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he had a strong urge to go up and throttle Lin Feng. Oh god, what on earth is this guy talking about, leadership, doesn't he realize I am his leader?
But Lin Feng spoke with such seriousness that if it came down to the crux, Zhao Jian knew he had no firm ground to stand on, and he stood there, exceedingly embarrassed, unsure what to say.
"Why are you here?" Seeing Zhao Jian silent, Lin Feng turned his head towards Iceberg Leng. Lin Feng was a bit puzzled about why she had come today.
"Come out, I need to talk to you," said Leng Mei, having witnessed Zhao Jian's disgraceful behavior and not wishing to stay in such a place any longer, she walked out.
Lin Feng was still bewildered, what's with her today?
"Wait for me to fill in the record." Lin Feng had to make a work record when he got back, so he sat down and started to do it.
At this moment, Zhao Jian felt like he was going to collapse. There was someone who dared to make Dean Leng wait for over twenty minutes, and upon returning, continued to make her wait; he must be insane.
What on earth was this guy thinking, working on records at a time like this?
"Go on, hurry up, I'll settle accounts with you when you get back..." Lin Feng disregarded him, unconcerned, but Zhao Jian was scared and hastily pushed Lin Feng to go.
"We must make a work record immediately upon returning, that's the most important task assigned by Chief. If it's not done, salaries will be deducted." Lin Feng still showed no intention of moving and seriously took out a pen, ready to start writing his work record.
Zhao Jian felt his head was about to explode. If it weren't for recalling how Lin Feng had effortlessly caught the mad dog when he first arrived, he would have really wanted to beat up this guy.
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"Go, go, go, hurry over to Dean Leng's office—I'll handle things here," Zhao Jian was nearly going mad.
"You said it, remember to write it down well. It has to be at least five hundred words, and you have to include reflections on your work," Lin Feng had been waiting for this moment. He thrust the pen into Zhao Jian's hand, got up, and left.
"Uh..." Zhao Jian was suddenly dumbstruck.
Lin Feng didn't care what Zhao Jian would do; upon stepping out, he glanced around and noticed Leng Mei standing in the pavilion.
When Leng Mei saw Lin Feng enter the pavilion, she signaled to him, and they both sat down. Then she began, "I needed to see you today because there's a little issue. Our foreign French teacher, Rafael, took a leave today, and I don't want the students to miss a class. That's why I'm here to ask you to teach a French lesson."
"Are you sure you're not joking? I didn't even graduate from high school," Lin Feng recalled the expression on Ding Wan'er's face when she learned that he hadn't finished high school after he had just arrived at Yingbo University.
"No problem, if I say you're capable, then you're capable. Besides, there's payment for substitute teaching. If you do well, I could also help you find a part-time job as a teaching assistant or something. How about that?" Leng Mei's words carried a tempting tone, though internally she mused that with his level of French, even translation wouldn't be an issue, let alone teaching. It felt like underutilizing his talent, but she thought of it as a favor. She was not even sure how long since she'd last felt this kind of hopeful anticipation.
Since he had fallen in love with the language, the way Lin Feng spoke French had been echoing in her mind since the day before.
"Can you really make that decision?" Lin Feng retorted. While the money didn't matter much to him, the subsequent offer had piqued his interest because having been a mischievous student in the past, now the opportunity to experience teaching appealed to him.
Plus, the old man had suggested he come to the school to teach, and it seemed the principal had his reservations. If he could actually teach...
"I'm Leng Mei, the Dean of the Language Institute. Do you think I can make that decision or not?" Leng Mei was internally frustrated—it was quite a hassle to convince someone who hadn't finished high school to substitute teach for university students. But what could she do? He was no ordinary person.
"Alright then, I agree," Lin Feng replied readily. Yet internally, he was thinking, 'I only heard people calling her 'Iceberg Leng' at the restaurant yesterday. So her name is Leng Mei, huh? She is a bit cold, no wonder they call her Iceberg Leng...'
Relieved at Lin Feng's agreement, Leng Mei said, "Okay, come to the Language Institute at one o'clock and find me; then I'll take you over."
"Alright, got it. Anything else?" Lin Feng inquired, looking at Leng Mei.
"Just this matter, nothing else."
After Leng Mei finished, Lin Feng turned and walked toward the distant garden, pleased that someone else was writing his work report and thinking it was a good opportunity to play chess with the old man.
Leng Mei, left standing there, was speechless. She was quite a beauty, though admittedly a tad cool. Was she really so unbearable that he couldn't wait to get away?
Having agreed to Leng Mei's request, Lin Feng, with nothing else to do after lunch, strolled over to the Language Institute to enjoy the scenery and beautiful girls. As it was nearing one o'clock, he made his way to Leng Mei's office.
"Knock, knock." Lin Feng rapped on the door.
"Come in," Leng Mei called out, and then looked up as Lin Feng entered her office, noting to herself that he was quite punctual.
"Here's the French textbook. You might not need it, but take it anyways." After speaking, Leng Mei pushed two thick books across the desk to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng casually picked up a French textbook and flipped through it. Right, he hadn't actually read any French books; he had learned by using a computer and chatting with the old man...
"Additionally, there's an important meeting at the university this afternoon, so I won't be able to accompany you," Leng Mei informed him. Having just received notice of the sudden meeting, she looked at Lin Feng somewhat inquiringly. It was a large class, and she worried that he might not manage on his own.
Many people would get stage fright in front of so many students.
"Oh, no problem, I can go by myself. Where's the classroom?" For Lin Feng, the concept of stage fright was foreign. Having lived on the island for five years, he felt no nervousness in any setting anymore.
"Language Institute Building, room 303," replied Leng Mei, her gaze upon Lin Feng shifting slightly—he seemed far too composed, as if he wasn't worried at all. Even she would prepare and think ahead if she had to teach an unexpected course. His calmness was startling.
"All right, I'll be on my way then." Knowing the location, Lin Feng grabbed the books and promptly left.
Despite being busy, Leng Mei was bewildered watching Lin Feng leave so decisively again, not even looking back. Didn't he realize how hard people tried to find a chance to be alone with her? And wasn't he the slightest bit worried?
Even if he was pretending to be calm, he was overdoing it.
Leng Mei found it perplexing but had too many things to handle at the moment. She could only turn to work, hoping to finish quickly and head over to the classroom in case any problems arose.