Monday.
When Chu Feng woke up in the morning, the dining table already had a bowl of millet porridge, a plate of pickled vegetables, and two big steamed buns waiting for him.
Before he turned fifteen, this had been his daily breakfast.
But in the three years between fifteen and eighteen, he hadn’t enjoyed such a simple blessing even once. Now, after so long, tasting the breakfast his grandmother prepared again made every cell in his body sing in comfort.
After breakfast, Chu Feng waved goodbye. “Grandma, I’m off to school!”
Standing at the door, Han Meizhen’s eyes were full of kindness. “Be careful on the road, don’t force yourself too much, and don’t get too tired.” She watched him until his figure disappeared around the corner, still reluctant to look away.
Just a week ago, Chu Feng’s mornings began at 5:30 sharp. He would spend forty minutes preparing a carefully crafted breakfast for Shen Chenxi. To ensure it was still warm, he had to arrive at the school gates before 6:40, waiting for her car to arrive so he could hand it over personally. Rain or shine, he had done this for three whole years.
Since Shen Chenxi became a trainee in her first year of high school, she endured strict training every day, with her diet heavily controlled. Her breakfast had to be low in salt and oil. On top of that, her tastes were picky—she never even looked at the usual breakfast foods like buns or fried dough sticks.
To please her and to earn life-saving money from her manager, Chu Feng had no choice but to force himself into becoming a chef. Crystal shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean meat porridge—he mastered them all. In half a year, he conquered her stomach. From then on, except for the breakfasts he made, she refused to eat anything else.
Though Shen Chenxi was cold and aloof, she wasn’t someone who only took without giving. All the expenses for his cooking could be reimbursed at the end of every month. This way, by making her breakfast, Chu Feng also secured his own food supply for lunch and dinner. This alone had saved him a large sum over the years.
Chu Feng cherished every minute, working tirelessly to earn more money. Just last Friday, when he revealed his life story in front of his buddies, it was really to win over Zhao Shuangshuang.
He had been observing Zhao Shuangshuang for quite some time. Her looks were on par with Shen Chenxi, but back in her first year, she had broken a boy’s arm, which ruined her chance of becoming the campus belle.
Deep down, she was never convinced by Shen Chenxi and always held a grudge. Chu Feng deliberately played a scene before her, exploiting her desire to surpass Shen Chenxi. It was perfect timing—his weekday bootlicking of Shen Chenxi had ended, and Zhao Shuangshuang stepped in seamlessly.
“Yesterday, I skipped work to pick my grandma up from the hospital. I wonder if CEO Lu was able to sleep without me~”
From Monday to Friday, Chu Feng served Shen Chenxi. Saturdays, he role-played with the chuunibyou Song Yuxin. Even Sundays weren’t free, as he had to massage the beautiful CEO, Lu Siyue.
Lu Siyue, around twenty-five or twenty-six, had built the April Cosmetics Company from scratch into a business worth billions. No doubt the pressure was immense, and because of it, her sleep was terribly poor. Every Sunday, Chu Feng customized a massage just for her, and only then could she sleep soundly. Among all his clients, she was the easiest to serve—at least she didn’t torment him like Song Yuxin.
Thinking of the 20,000 yuan tip Song Yuxin gave him yesterday, Chu Feng couldn’t help but smirk. But her behavior lately was far too strange. This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
He was sure she was plotting something, and next time she’d find new ways to torture him. “Is her chuunibyou getting worse? Acting as a female Emperor was actually terrifying…” Remembering the moment she choked him with madness in her eyes, Chu Feng shivered. He shook his head and pushed away thoughts of her.
…
At 6:30 in the morning.
Chu Feng arrived at the gates of Experimental High School. This time, unlike before, he didn’t stop to wait. He simply walked straight into campus.
Class 14, Senior Year 3.
This was like a nightmare to him. To save Shen Chenxi, he had once confessed to her in exaggerated ways, licking her boots in public, drawing everyone’s attention.
Gradually, people stopped focusing on Shen Chenxi and started mocking him instead. Naturally, he earned the infamous title of “Bootlicker Bro.”
The moment he stepped into the classroom, someone shouted, “Bootlicker Bro is here!” Laughter immediately followed, echoing across the room.
This was his reality at school. Anyone else would have broken down by now, but Chu Feng faced it calmly. He went straight to his seat at the back, next to the window—the kind of seat that always belonged to anime protagonists, where a glance outside could bring endless daydreams.
To make things worse, Yuanyuan Entertainment had even used its influence to persuade the homeroom teacher to seat him next to Shen Chenxi for three years straight, so he could “take care of her.”
Normally, Chu Feng would be hovering nervously around her, always ready to serve her needs. But today, he was alone.
Shen Shuanglong, the class’s study committee member who secretly liked Shen Chenxi, noticed first.
He turned and asked, “Where’s the goddess?”
Chu Feng pulled out his textbook and said, “How would I know?”
Shen Shuanglong’s eyes widened. In his impression, wherever Chu Feng was, Shen Chenxi was never far away. For three years, no matter where she went, Chu Feng was right behind her. He even waited outside the girls’ bathroom if she went in. Get faster updates on novelping dot com.
“What, Chu Feng, did you change?”
“College entrance exams are coming soon. Studying is what really matters.”
Chu Feng’s life was packed.
From Monday to Sunday, he barely had a break. While fulfilling his bootlicker duties, he also kept up with his studies, always ranking in the top fifty of his grade.
Just then, Shen Shuanglong pointed out the window. “The goddess~”
Chu Feng glanced sideways.
It was 6:45, and Shen Chenxi, who hadn’t eaten breakfast, was walking toward the teaching building. She shone so brightly that even in a crowd, she was easy to spot. Chu Feng looked once, then turned away, reminding Shen Shuanglong, “If you like her, confess. The exams are coming—it’s your last chance.”
Shen Shuanglong shook his head furiously. “No way. If someone like you—handsome, smart, and still a bootlicker—can’t win her, what chance do I have? Besides, she’s already a star. She’s on a whole different level from people like us. Honestly, Chu Feng, you really should give up…”
“You’re right. I should give up.” Chu Feng nodded.
“Huh?” Shen Shuanglong was stunned.
Just last week, trying to convince Chu Feng to stop bootlicking was harder than killing him. And now he was serious?
As Shuanglong stared dumbfounded, Chu Feng smiled faintly, opening his book and starting his exercises. “I already said it. From now on, I’ll focus on studying. No more bootlicking.”
As a child from a poor family, Chu Feng knew better than anyone that studying was the only way to change his fate. He wouldn’t waste a second of his free time.
Just as he immersed himself in solving problems, the sound of small leather shoes clicking against the floor echoed at the classroom door. The noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
Shen Shuanglong jabbed Chu Feng’s arm with his pen, his voice trembling with excitement. “You didn’t wait for her today. I think your goddess is angry!”