Urban Immortal Docto Chapter 85 - 85 085 School Days

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85: 085: School Days

Tang Feng stayed a night in the villa, and Lin Yunqiu was completely overco, both physically and emotionally, fully conquered by Tang Feng.

His prowess deeply imprinted in her soul, and moreover, she noticed a change in herself.

Looking in the mirror, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were gone, her skin no longer sagged, and it seed to be getting younger.

She stretched out her hand, unbelievably tender.

Could eating just one aromatic Elixir in the morning have such miraculous effects?

She was very happy, only unsure how long it would last.

Before going to work, Lin Yunqiu dressed Tang Feng in a suit she had purchased, specially ordered from abroad.

He looked even more handso and compelling.

Lin Yunqiu was completely enchanted, the expensive clothes matching Tang Feng’s deanor perfectly, demonstrating his captivating presence.

“Xiao Feng, if you flaunt like this, I fear few won would be able to resist,” Lin Yunqiu laughed.

“Heh, Sister Qiu, don’t worry, I don’t want to be bothered daily,” Tang Feng was also quite satisfied with his outfit.

A blue shirt with black trousers, the combination making him look even more striking.

“You are going to be the ruin of many won.

I’m leaving now; will you co over tonight?” Lin Yunqiu was no longer young and had developed an addiction that she was not likely to give up easily.

“I have sothing in the evening, but I will co over.”

Lin Yunqiu didn’t insist further.

This was the difference between a mature woman and a young girl, knowing when to stop asking.

After dropping Tang Feng near the school gate, Lin Yunqiu went to work and didn’t ask further.

She knew that when he needed to find her, Tang Feng would co to her.

Also, a reshuffle in her departnt was imminent; she planned to focus there and strive for advancent—a position she had not considered before, but now found herself desiring to compete for.

Returning to the familiar campus brought a sense of relief.

It was a place with beautiful junior and senior students, a plethora of so-called campus hunks, and charming female teachers—a place where miracles happened.

Social progress constantly changes people’s ideologies.

First loves happen younger; rebellions beco crazier.

The mistakes of youth beco increasingly limitless, and this is youth.

He could make mistakes, and he could start over.

But a few were lost.

The scent of the campus deeply intoxicated Tang Feng, who, coming from the Immortal Realm, cherished such experiences.

Perhaps, many years later, this would beco a cherished mory.

The campus belle, the peerless female teachers, the passionate classmates, this seed like a sanctuary for the soul, too dear to leave.

The mories of junior high were not the deepest, yet they were the most unusual.

Years later, one might not see many junior high classmates, maintaining only faint connections, yet it must be admitted that junior high was an awkward transition in youth.

What truly left a deep impression wasn’t the college years, but the high school era—a period filled with passion, enthusiasm, ambition, and desperate striving.

Tang Feng was looking forward to high school, where love would co, pressure would appear, and troubles brought by growth would visit one’s life.

And he couldn’t turn back, only face it head-on.

If he succeeded, the world was his oyster; if not, back ho to farm.

The college entrance examination was just a half-year away.

Although he was ready, so nervousness was inevitable.

Without experiencing it, it was hard to imagine what kind of situation it would be.

Like going into battle, it was only by shedding one’s fervor that one might achieve victory.

It was a competition of wisdom, ntality, capability, and state.

The final year of high school was the least free, spent either at school or at ho, constantly facing books and exams, always studying or practicing.

Those with slightly weaker resistance might collapse ntally, but many people persevered.

Because the chance to change one’s life might only co once; although money might not always garner respect in today’s society, scholarship always did.

Moreover, this was a Heavenly Ladder to power.

Entering university ant having more opportunities than many others.

On Earth, aspiring to stand out from the crowd rely revolves around two paths: one is to beco a wealthy individual, and the other is to beco a person in power, though having money doesn’t necessarily an having power.

And power is ultimately what most people are chasing after.

Of course, in the end, it is only a ga for a few.

Regardless of the era, that’s just the way it is.

There is only one throne, and whoever is capable takes the seat.

The bureaucratic field, perhaps, is a good place for Refining Heart, but for Tang Feng, it still seed sowhat distant.

“Hey!

Why are you ignoring everyone?”

Tang Feng faintly heard soone calling him, and only then did he snap out of his thoughts and turn around to see, wasn’t this Yang Zixuan, the school beauty?

She had grown considerably more haggard in just half a month.

Tang Feng wanted to tease her a bit, so he smiled and said, “I was saying that coming here today felt like hearing magpies chirping joyously, it must be because of a beautiful encounter, I’ve been thinking about you quite a bit these past two weeks.”

Yang Zixuan blushed, her face a mix of surprise and flattery, “Tang Feng, I haven’t had the chance to thank you for saving my life last ti.

I, I would like to treat you to a al.”

“Sure, should we go out or to your place?” Tang Feng smiled.

“Co to my place, my mom would also like to thank you properly.

I’ll wait for you at the gate after school, don’t bail.”

Tang Feng smiled happily, feeling really good about being able to help soone.

Yang Zixuan had recovered from sepsis, but she hadn’t caught up nutritionally, and this was a good opportunity to help her once and for all.

It was ti to et the aunt, though he wondered how nervous he would be.

Tang Feng wasn’t wrong in his guess, during this period Murong Qinglan was nearly frantic with worry, and so was He nglin, who after taking leave, had disappeared without a trace.

No one could understand Murong Qinglan’s anxiety, it was likely that even Tang Feng overlooked it.

He nglin was sowhat better, but she also couldn’t help thinking about him.

In fact, unbeknownst to her, she had started caring about soone, she had tried to resist, but Tang Feng was like ink that had stained her heart, impossible to erase.

“Where the hell did this brat go?” He nglin and Murong Qinglan were also close friends; their friendship had ward considerably during this ti, becoming inseparable.

Having common hobbies and interests was fortunate, otherwise, they would have been driven crazy during this ti.

The two won knew that Tang Feng had changed, and although it didn’t overly upset them, being completely unaffected wasn’t realistic either.

Gossiping had beco the only thod available.

Murong Qinglan could only sigh lightly, “Even as his aunt, I’m not clear on his whereabouts, but once this kid cos back, he’s due for a cleanup.”

“Who’s talking about cleaning up after ?” Tang Feng walked towards the two won.

“You little rascal, finally decided to show your face,” the surprise in Murong Qinglan’s eyes could not be faked; this genuine concern deeply moved Tang Feng.

He wondered if she would be heartbroken to know he wasn’t the sa person.

“Kid, you can’t let your studies fall behind now that you’re back; I won’t let it slide,” seizing such a good opportunity to give a mild warning was only fair after all.

“Don’t worry, as long as I want to do well, it will be a piece of cake, you think this brain of mine is just for show?” Tang Feng rolled his eyes at He nglin.

“It had better be, you should head to class.

If you don’t go soon, the other teachers will be blowing their tops and they’ll definitely take it up with you.” He nglin chuckled.

“No worries, even though learning is endless, the things I want to learn, they really can’t teach.” Tang Feng lost his passion and interest in studying.

He nglin experienced so of Murong Qinglan’s anxiety, albeit Tang Feng might have overlooked it, but she couldn’t help thinking about him as well.

Indeed, without realizing when, soone had beco a concern in her heart.

She had tried to resist, but Tang Feng, that kid, was like ink marking across her feelings, impossible to wipe clean.