"Is this what you call sneaking around? This is the most pathetic version I've ever seen—nothing even happened! Besides, this doesn't even count as sneaking around," Ye Feng said with exasperation, giving Lin Shiyun a playful slap on her shapely behind.
"Then what do you call it?" Lin Shiyun asked, her voice filled with mischief as she tilted her head.
"This, my dear, is called intimacy. Understand? Intimacy," Ye Feng replied matter-of-factly, pulling her tightly into his arms.
"Oh? And what are you up to now?" Lin Shiyun asked, a trace of suspicion in her tone as she felt his firm embrace grow stronger.
"Sleep, of course. We've got school tomorrow," Ye Feng answered, his tone bordering on incredulous. Inwardly, he thought, They say women in love lose their sense of logic—looks like it's absolutely true.
"Alright," Lin Shiyun murmured softly, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. Relaxed and secure, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Ye Feng woke up early, intending to go for a jog. However, when he saw Lin Shiyun's serene and contented sleeping face in his arms, he froze, unwilling to disturb her. Instead, he lay there quietly, gazing at her, his heart swelling with satisfaction.
As a wise man once said, "What I wish to see every morning is not your smile through a screen, but the sweet tranquility of your sleeping face beside me." Ye Feng felt that this sentiment perfectly captured his emotions in that moment.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Lin Shiyun asked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to see Ye Feng smiling warmly at her.
"Fool, I could look at you forever and never get enough," Ye Feng teased, tapping the tip of her nose gently.
"With that sweet mouth of yours, I'm sure you've tricked countless innocent girls," Lin Shiyun quipped, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"I swear, you're the only one I've ever fooled. And I plan to keep you fooled for the rest of my life. Do you approve?" Ye Feng raised his hand, holding up four fingers with a solemn expression.
"So you admit you're a liar," Lin Shiyun said, feigning shock and amusement.
"This girl…" Ye Feng sighed in mock despair.
Watching his exasperated expression, Lin Shiyun burst into a fit of laughter.
"Alright, alright, time to get up and head to school," she said, planting a quick kiss on his forehead before sliding out of bed to gather the clothes they had discarded on the floor the previous night.
"Fine, but hurry up—I need to change," Lin Shiyun called over her shoulder.
"What's the big deal? We're practically an old married couple. There's nothing to be shy about," Ye Feng teased, flashing her a mischievous grin.
"You—!" Lin Shiyun blushed deeply, knowing full well she couldn't win against his cheeky remarks. With a resigned sigh, she let him linger, inadvertently offering him a view he clearly enjoyed.
The days passed uneventfully, and soon it was time for the monthly exams. Over the past month, Ye Feng had led a carefree life, filled with moments of teasing Lin Shiyun, scaling walls and windows like a part-time Spider-Man, and occasionally skipping class to wander the city.
Xiao Technology had proven its impressive efficiency. Within days of Ye Feng providing them with the data, the patent was secured, and production on the microwave technology had begun. Ye Feng estimated that his first share of the profits would arrive within a few months. In the meantime, he occasionally met with Xiao Yun for lighthearted discussions and spent his spare time doing small good deeds, such as helping elderly pedestrians or feeding stray animals. These acts had earned him an additional 20 merit points.
As for Zuo Fei, he had remained unusually quiet for over a month, not once seeking trouble with Ye Feng. This led Ye Feng to jokingly wonder if the guy had met his end during some shady escapade. After all, Ye Feng still held an incriminating "home video" of Zuo Fei's escapades.
In the classroom, Ye Feng asked his friends about their assigned exam seating.
Hao Jian: "Seat 14."
Fan Tong: "Seat 14."
Lin Shiyun: "Seat 1."
"Looks like I'm sitting with you two," Ye Feng said with a relaxed smile after checking his own exam number.
At this school, exam seating was based on class rankings, with higher-ranked students sitting at the front.
"Ye Feng, how are you planning to handle the test?" Fan Tong asked, eyeing him skeptically. Although Ye Feng had impressed him before, he hadn't attended many classes this month, so how was he going to pass?
"What else? Sleep through it," Ye Feng replied nonchalantly. He had no intention of standing out. His principle was simple: "Stay low-key, always."
"If you don't make it into the top ten, you're banned from entering my room for a month," Lin Shiyun whispered in his ear, her tone laced with playful menace.
"So cruel!" Ye Feng exclaimed dramatically. But inwardly, he was scheming. If I can't go to her room, she'll just have to come to mine—it's all the same, he thought with a smirk.
"I heard that after the exams, the school is organizing a trip, but only the top 20 students from each class can go. And rumor has it, the pure goddess from Year 3 will be there," Hao Jian said dreamily.
"The pure goddess? Who's that?" For some reason, Ye Feng immediately thought of the girl he had met while skipping class, Xiao Xiaoyu. Over the past month, he had bumped into her two or three times during his escapades. Each time, their interactions were brief but marked by a mutual smile before they went their separate ways.
"Xiao Xiaoyu from Year 3! Ye Feng, your information network is seriously outdated if you don't even know who the pure goddess is," Fan Tong said, looking at him as if he were a caveman.
"So her name is Xiao Xiaoyu," Ye Feng mused inwardly.
"Hey, Ye Feng, you've already got Lin Shiyun. Leave the pure goddess for the rest of us to dream about," Hao Jian joked, mistaking Ye Feng's contemplative silence.
Even Hao Jian had to admit that Ye Feng's charm was formidable—after all, he had managed to melt the icy facade of Lin Shiyun.
"Shiyun, Ye Feng's practically on the verge of betrayal. Aren't you going to rein him in?" Hao Jian quipped, turning to Lin Shiyun for backup.
"Go ahead. If he manages to win her over, I'd be thrilled—it just proves my taste in men is impeccable. I won't stop him," Lin Shiyun replied coolly.
"Are you serious?" Fan Tong blurted out, stunned by her response.
But Lin Shiyun's words reflected her true thoughts. She knew two things: First, Ye Feng was undeniably exceptional, and his unrelenting energy often left her overwhelmed. It wouldn't hurt to have someone share the "burden." Second, a man as outstanding as Ye Feng couldn't be hers alone. Rather than fighting a losing battle, she preferred to secure her place as the irreplaceable first lady in his heart. As