“Chu Feng, is this the loving breakfast you made for me? It looks delicious.”
Zhao Shuangshuang wore a white blouse paired with a blue skirt, appearing fresh and refined. Her enchanting face glowed with youth and vitality, and her bright eyes sparkled with confidence like stars in the night sky.
As soon as her words fell, a chorus of astonished gasps erupted around them. Li Fei instinctively stepped back, distancing himself from the battlefield-like tension. His mind blanked for a moment. What was happening? The so-called King of Bootlickers, who always stood at the school gates with a thermos in hand for Shen Chenxi, had prepared breakfast not for her but… for Zhao Shuangshuang?
Whispers spread through the crowd. Before anyone could react further, Shen Chenxi reached out and took the thermos from Chu Feng’s hand. Opening it, a faint smile curved her usually cold face. “It’s my favorite crystal porridge and shrimp dumplings.”
The moment she spoke, Zhao Shuangshuang snatched the thermos from her hand, glaring at the ice-cold campus belle with open defiance. She lifted her chin proudly and scoffed, “Hmph, what do you mean yours? This is the loving breakfast Chu Feng specially prepared for me.”
Gasps echoed once again. Zhao Shuangshuang stood tall like a proud penguin, her face brimming with arrogance.
For three years of high school, no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she had always been overshadowed by Shen Chenxi’s brilliance. Chosen by Tianhua Entertainment as a trainee since her first year, Shen Chenxi had been treated like a rising star, every action of hers followed by teachers and students alike. Yet before Shen Chenxi entered the picture, Zhao Shuangshuang had always been the focus of attention from kindergarten through middle school. But once in high school, she felt as if she had fallen from a white swan into an ugly duckling, her spotlight completely stolen.
This moment was the first time Zhao Shuangshuang stood against Shen Chenxi without being suppressed. To her, the sky looked bluer, the air sweeter. Yet her triumph was short-lived.
Shen Chenxi’s expression returned to its usual coldness as she said indifferently, as if tossing alms to a beggar, “I’ve already had breakfast. Since this classmate is so hungry, then I’ll let you have it.” With that, she turned and walked toward the school gates.
Zhao Shuangshuang, still holding the thermos, froze. The breakfast was prepared for her, so why did it feel like Shen Chenxi had just “granted” it to her? All the attention, once again, was back on Shen Chenxi. The chance Zhao Shuangshuang had to overshadow her rival was effortlessly taken away.
While she fumed, Wang Guangju, the rich second-generation, saw his opportunity. Putting on a confident face, he stepped forward again. “Shuangshuang, you don’t like roses? How about this—I’ll buy you loving breakfast from a five-star hotel every morning. I promise it’ll be even better than Shen Chenxi’s…”
“Eat, eat, eat! Eat your own head!” Zhao Shuangshuang erupted, tossing the thermos into his arms before storming off without looking back.
Li Fei’s eyes widened with excitement as he grabbed Chu Feng’s shoulder. His double chin jiggled as he exclaimed, “Chu Bro, who on earth was that breakfast really for?” Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
Chu Feng ignored his best friend. He simply pointed to the thermos in Wang Guangju’s arms and said calmly, “It doesn’t matter who it was for. Consider it yours now.”
Li Fei didn’t hesitate. He snatched it from Wang Guangju, opened it, and popped a shrimp dumpling into his mouth. “Delicious, truly delicious! No wonder both campus belles fought over it.”
Chu Feng’s lips curled in a faint smile. He glanced at Wang Guangju and reminded him, “If I remember right, you two made a bet. The loser has to buy ten cups of milk tea. As class monitor, surely you won’t go back on your word?”
At Chu Feng’s words, Li Fei’s eyes gleamed slyly. “Of course not! Our honorable class monitor eats breakfast at five-star hotels every day. How could he possibly refuse to pay for a few cups of milk tea, right, monitor?”
All eyes turned to Wang Guangju. Once Shen Chenxi’s number two bootlicker, he had humiliated himself by fawning over Zhao Shuangshuang only to be rejected before everyone. Rumors of today’s spectacle—his failed confessions to both belles—would surely spread across the school in no time.
When Chu Feng returned to class, he noticed the strange looks his classmates gave him. Clearly, the scene at the school gates had already become the hot topic.
“Godfather, tell me what happened exactly?” Shen Shuanglong, sitting in front of him, asked eagerly, his eyes burning with gossip. He had missed the drama because he was always the first in class studying.
“I heard Shen Chenxi and Zhao Shuangshuang fought over you this morning!”
“Didn’t you say yesterday you were done with Shen Chenxi? How come now both belles are throwing themselves at you?”
Chu Feng turned to glance at his empty desk mate and frowned. “Where’s Shen Chenxi?”
“She just came in, but the teacher took her away. Seems the school leaders want to talk to her,” Shen Shuanglong replied, his curiosity piqued even more. He added with a pleading look, “Godfather, I even heard the Overbearing Flower hit Shen Chenxi for your sake, and that from now on you belong to Zhao Shuangshuang!”
Chu Feng’s eyes widened. “What? The rumors are that ridiculous already?”
Shuanglong shrugged. “That’s nothing. Someone else said Wang Guangju is challenging you to a duel over the two belles, and the Overbearing Flower, protecting her man, kicked him flying more than ten meters!”
Chu Feng no longer had the energy to argue. Let them talk. Let them spread nonsense. As a professional bootlicker, as long as the money came in, gossip was nothing but smoke in the wind.
Shen Shuanglong leaned closer, whispering with a grin, “Godfather, I noticed ever since you stopped chasing Shen Chenxi, everything’s changed. Now both goddesses are after you. Please hold a class, I’ll kneel and listen!”
Chu Feng accepted this “son” gladly and said with satisfaction, “You want to learn? First, pay the tuition fee.”
Before Shuanglong could reply, another boy nearby sneered, “Some people really take themselves too seriously.” He was one of Wang Guangju’s lackeys, clearly unhappy after watching his boss get embarrassed.
But before he could finish, his words died in his throat. Zhao Shuangshuang walked straight into the classroom.
Under Liu Mingfei’s shocked gaze, she stopped in front of Chu Feng, her face serious. “Chu Feng, starting tomorrow, I want you to deliver my loving breakfast directly to my desk.”
At the classroom door, Wang Guangju had just walked in, dejected. The moment he saw this scene, his vision spun. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.