Beihai City No.1 High School
Ye Feng gazed at the grand calligraphy inscribed on the building with a sense of awe—it truly deserved its reputation as a top provincial high school. He felt no attachment to his former private school in Tianjing City.
It seemed that spending the next two years of high school here was indeed a good choice.
At this moment, Ye Feng had shed his identity as the young master of the Ye family. With only a single-strap backpack slung over his shoulder, dressed in simple, casual clothes, and holding his transfer notice, he almost looked like an ordinary student.
As he wandered through the campus, he felt a surreal sense of disorientation, thinking back to just a week ago. So much had changed in such a short time.
But Ye Feng didn't dwell on it. He was never one to get stuck in the past.
Somehow, his mind drifted to the quirky girl he'd met on the train—Lin Shiyun. He wondered where she might be now.
However, this was not the time for such thoughts; finding the office was his current priority. Yet, it seemed the school was so vast that he had lost his way.
Just as he was glancing around for directions, he heard a voice behind him, full of surprise and joy.
"Ye Feng, what are you doing here?"
Turning around, he was astonished to see the very person he had just been thinking about: Lin Shiyun. "Shiyun, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.
Lin Shiyun hurried to his side, a hint of feigned irritation in her tone. "Oh, so you're allowed to be here, but I'm not?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant! I'm just surprised, that's all," Ye Feng quickly replied.
"Ye Feng, are you a student here too? Why haven't I seen you around before?" Lin Shiyun asked curiously.
"I just transferred," Ye Feng admitted, scratching his head awkwardly. "But I got lost on the way. Could you take me to the office? I haven't reported in yet."
Lin Shiyun chuckled, amused. "You really are clueless, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll show you the way."
"Hey, isn't that the 'Ice Queen' Lin Shiyun?" Student A muttered in astonishment. "Since when does she chat and laugh with a guy?"
"Look at that guy! He's so handsome," Student B, a girl, exclaimed dreamily, already succumbing to Ye Feng's natural charm.
Meanwhile, a figure lurking in the shadows shot a venomous glare in Ye Feng's direction and spat, "So, this new guy thinks he can waltz in here and steal my girl? Just you wait, Lin Shiyun. Acting all aloof—let's see how high and mighty you feel once I get you into bed."
After guiding him to the office door, Lin Shiyun shyly turned to him and said, "Remember, I'm in Class 2A. After you report in, come find me if you have time!"
"Sure," Ye Feng replied, watching as she hurried away before turning to enter the office.
"Excuse me," he announced. "Come in," answered a voice from inside. While Ye Feng didn't particularly care about the formalities of school life, respecting his teachers seemed right.
"I'm the new transfer student, Ye Feng. Could someone here help me with my registration?" he asked, looking at the staff members busy at their desks.
A balding middle-aged man stood up—a nameplate on his desk read: Zhang Xuehua, Head of Academic Affairs. "Ye Feng, is it? The principal instructed me to take you directly to his office as soon as you arrived," he said, with a trace of nervousness in his voice.
Zhang Xuehua could hardly contain his anxiety. Despite Ye Feng's polite demeanor, all reports about him suggested he was a notorious playboy. If he lost his temper, there was no telling what would happen—and considering Ye Feng's arrival was tied to a generous donation, Zhang knew the stakes were high. One million yuan was no small amount; if he mishandled this, he could very well lose his job.
As Ye Feng glanced at Zhang, his nameplate, and his somewhat comical appearance, he couldn't help but think, "That name just doesn't match." But, of course, he kept that thought to himself. The last thing he wanted was to get on the wrong side of the Academic Affairs Head.
Principal's Office
Zhang stood stiffly to the side, visibly nervous, while the principal—a dignified middle-aged man—personally brewed and offered Ye Feng a cup of tea. "Ye Feng, welcome to our school," he said kindly.
On the principal's desk, three jars of tea leaves were lined up: one of top-grade Da Hong Pao, another of ordinary Tieguanyin, and a third of a lesser-known blend. The principal had prepared a cup of the finest Da Hong Pao for Ye Feng, clearly emphasizing his respect.
Ye Feng smiled wryly. In his previous life, he'd have never been afforded such an honor, let alone a cup of Da Hong Pao. Power certainly came with its privileges, he mused, feeling a new appreciation for it.
"Ye Feng, would you like to choose a specific class, or should the school arrange one for you?" the principal, Lu Enchun, inquired.
"Class 2A," Ye Feng responded without hesitation, recalling Lin Shiyun's beautiful face.
Lu hesitated; Class 2A was a top-tier class, with students groomed for prestigious universities. Adding a wild card like Ye Feng could easily disrupt the balance.
"Is there a problem?" Ye Feng asked, raising an eyebrow.
"N-no, not at all! Of course, we can make that work," Lu quickly reassured him, fearing the loss of such a generous benefactor. "Zhang, make the arrangements right away."
"Yes, Principal," Zhang said, hurrying out of the room.
Afterward, Lu launched into a lengthy lecture about the importance of diligence, attending class, not sleeping through lessons, and staying out of trouble. Ye Feng listened patiently, though the words were becoming an endless drone in his ears. If not for the fact that this was the principal, he would have long since excused himself.
Finally, as Lu concluded his sermon, Ye Feng couldn't bear it any longer and quickly escaped from the office.
Watching him go, Lu sighed in relief. This supposed "playboy" had shown only respect and good manners. Perhaps the reports were wrong. Either way, Beihai City No.1 High School had gained a wealthy new patron, and the million-yuan donation was now secure.