Lin Feng stepped out of the taxi, hands tucked in his pockets, looking every bit like an ordinary college student. The campus parking lot was bustling with students chatting, rushing to classes, or flexing their rides. Luxury cars lined the entrance—BMWs, Porsches, and even a few Ferraris.
It was the perfect place for one specific kind of guy to act like a king.
And right on cue—
"Hahaha! Did you really co to campus in a taxi, Lin Feng?"
A loud, arrogant voice rang out.
Lin Feng turned his head lazily. A tall, sharp-dressed guy with slicked-back hair stood next to a shiny red Lamborghini Huracán, leaning against it like he was posing for a magazine cover.
Liu Zhen.
Son of a local businessman, notorious for throwing money around, and absolutely delusional about his own importance.
Lin Feng sighed. "Wow, Liu Zhen, you actually got a full sentence out without ntioning your daddy’s money. Personal growth?"
[System: Host, please be careful. You’re standing next to a highly unstable lifeform—"The Walking Wallet with an Ego." One wrong word, and he might start throwing credit cards like ninja stars.]
Liu Zhen’s face twitched, but he forced a smirk. "Tsk, tsk, still acting tough while taking taxis? anwhile, I just picked up this Lambo yesterday. Custom interior, top-tier specs. It screams power."
Lin Feng glanced at the car and yawned.
[System: Warning! The clown is about to start juggling. Prepare for impact.]
Liu Zhen, completely missing the sarcasm, puffed out his chest. "Guo Yuwei, let take you for a spin. A woman as beautiful as you deserves a ride in a real car, not... whatever peasant transport he uses."
Guo Yuwei—standing off to the side, dressed in a simple but elegant white dress with a light blue cardigan—blinked in surprise. She was the type who didn’t care much for material things, but the situation was getting interesting.
She turned to Lin Feng. "Your taxi leaves soon, doesn’t it?"
Lin Feng smirked. "Yeah, but I thought I’d stay for the cody show."
Liu Zhen’s face darkened. "Hmph. That’s because you know you can’t compete."
Just then—
A deep rumbling sound echoed through the parking lot. Heads turned as a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided in smoothly, stopping right in front of Lin Feng.
The crowd went silent.
The driver—a middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit—stepped out, opened the rear door, and bowed slightly. "Young Master, your car is ready."
Lin Feng cracked his neck and stepped forward, casually sliding into the seat without a word.
Liu Zhen’s jaw dropped. "W-Wait... Rolls-Royce Phantom...?"
The crowd exploded.
"Holy sh*t! That’s over 10 million yuan!"
"Who owns that?!"
"Wait... why is Lin Feng getting in?!"
Guo Yuwei covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with amusent. "I guess his taxi did arrive."
Liu Zhen stamred. "T-This must be a rental! No way he owns that!"
Lin Feng tapped on the window, and the driver rolled it down just a little. Lin Feng leaned back, smirking. "Rental? Why don’t you check the registration? Oh wait—you can’t afford to."
Liu Zhen turned pale.
[System: Host, please have rcy. He’s already dead inside.]
Lin Feng grinned. "Well, I’d love to stay, but my ’peasant transport’ is waiting. Later, Liu Zhen."
The Rolls-Royce purred as it pulled away, leaving behind a humiliated Liu Zhen and an absolutely shocked campus.
Guo Yuwei watched the luxury car disappear, then smiled softly. "Interesting guy."
And just like that—Lin Feng had made another unforgettable scene.
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