The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 261: Stubbornness

The sky had already darkened. High schools and junior high schools across the country had started their academic year two days ago, and Ye Chenfeng, intending to find the granddaughter of Wang, the wonton stall owner, naturally headed straight for Yun City’s First Middle School.

Wang’s granddaughter was now a senior three student facing the college entrance examination this summer. Most students would stay in the classroom for evening self-study sessions in hopes of scoring well on the exam and getting into their desired top universities.

"Lu Jiang, you can go back now. No need to wait for me here," Ye Chenfeng said to Lu Jiang after arriving at Yun City’s First Middle School in his Audi.

"President Ye, I’d rather wait here for you! It’ll save you the hassle of hailing a cab later," Lu Jiang replied respectfully.

"No, thank you. It’s my first time in Yun City. Later, I want to take a walk around the city by myself. Didn’t you just give me your phone number? If I need anything, I’ll call you," Ye Chenfeng refused with a wave of his hand.

"Alright then! President Ye, my phone is on 24/7. Whenever you need me, just give me a call," Lu Jiang acquiesced, seeing Ye Chenfeng’s insistence, and then disappeared into the night in his Audi.

Yun City’s First Middle School was considered a top-tier institution in the city, with a reputation for having a profound historical heritage. Each year during the college entrance examination, numerous students from First Middle School would be admitted to prestigious universities. Consequently, many families in Yun City with some connections would pull strings to get their children into the school, hoping their children’s grades would soar after enrollment.

However, a bug won’t turn into a dragon just by changing its environment. Over time, the number of rich and official’s second generations in First Middle School surged, and the school’s atmosphere was no longer as good as before.

Despite that, not all students in the school were from privileged backgrounds. There were outstanding students who gained admission through their own academic achievements, and the school would even waive the tuition and miscellaneous fees for academically exceptional students in financial need.

If entering through the school’s main gate, Ye Chenfeng would have been stopped by the security guards. Not wanting to deal with such trouble, he went directly to the side wall. With a forceful push from his legs, he leaped over the wall with a "whoosh" and landed steadily inside the school grounds.

At this moment, in classroom 3 of the senior year, the students were each focused on their practice problems, with no teacher in attendance.

"Wang Feifei, you little bitch, you really don’t know how to appreciate kindness! People say you’re the ’pure goddess’ of Yun City’s First Middle School, and here you are acting all innocent in front of me! You’re nothing more than a top scholar who even has her fees waived by the school. What are you acting high and mighty for? If you just take care of me, Kong Ling, and make sure I’m comfortable, I can guarantee you’ll live a cozy life. Me, Kong Ling, taking a liking to you, Wang Feifei, should be considered your good fortune," the boy named Kong Ling stormed into the senior three classroom, flanked by two students who seemed like his lackeys.

The remarks from Kong Ling, a burly teenager, drew the attention of the entire senior three classroom to Wang Feifei, who was seated in the second seat of the first row.

Wang Feifei, with her black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dressed simply, kept her head down, engrossed in her review papers, ignoring everything around her, including Kong Ling’s words, as if she hadn’t heard them at all.

Seeing himself blatantly ignored by Wang Feifei, Kong Ling’s face turned a livid shade of blue. He considered himself a catch with his family background and good looks. Many girls in school would jump at the chance to be with him, and he was even supporting several mistresses within the school, making him a notorious playboy.

Nonetheless, many girls at Yun City’s First Middle School still dreamt of being Kong Ling’s woman, and even more were willing to become his mistresses. Kong Ling was known for his generosity, fulfilling almost every demand of his kept women. In this materialistic society, with students already accustomed to showing off, the girls, of course, hoped to wear designer clothes and carry designer bags. Clearly, becoming Kong Ling’s woman would make these dreams a reality.

"Wang Feifei, what’s with this pure act? Do you believe I could have you kicked out of Yun City’s First Middle School? Even if you are the top student, what of it? I’ve been quite patient with you, haven’t I? I’ve pursued you for over a year, and yet you still give me the cold shoulder. Do you know how much effort I’ve spent on you? And for what? I haven’t even held your hand!"

Kong Ling snatched the pen from Wang Feifei’s hand, his voice growing louder and louder.

Wang Feifei, who had always kept her head down, finally lifted her face. Her tender and pale cheeks were expressionless, and her features were exquisitely delicate, giving off the vibe of the girl next door, no wonder she was called the ’Pure Goddess’ by the people at school.

"Did I ask you to come after me? Besides, you’re not worthy of being my man, Wang Feifei, let alone trying to keep me. I’m not someone you can control with money," she said coldly, her beautiful eyes calm and unwavering, even showing a touch of disdain for Kong Ling.

It was the proud defiance of a young woman, born not from the strength of her family background, but from her confidence in herself. She believed she would make many people look up to her in the future, including the heedless rich second-generation Kong Ling.

"Kong Ling, this is Class Three of Senior Year Three, we’re in the middle of evening self-study! Please leave immediately and don’t disturb us," a boy sitting in front of Wang Feifei mustered his courage to stand up. Wang Feifei was essentially the dream girl among all the boys, and there was always one or two who would lose their heads in the heat of the moment and stand up for her, fantasizing about heroic rescues. Sadly, more often than not, these so-called heroes would end up looking foolish, simply because they lacked the strength.

"Is it your place to interrupt when I’m talking to Wang Feifei?" Kong Ling was already full of pent-up anger! He kicked the boy in the stomach without hesitation.

The two boys behind Kong Ling also quickly joined in, punching and kicking the boy who had dared to stand up for Wang Feifei. Consequently, many of the other boys in the class who had been eager to try calmed down.

"Kong Ling, I, Wang Feifei, won’t have anything to do with you now, nor will I in the future," Wang Feifei stood up from her seat, her face resolute and unyielding, and her eyes coldly fixed on Kong Ling as she spoke.

A sharp slap echoed across Wang Feifei’s cheek, leaving a red imprint on her previously pale skin—had Kong Ling actually slapped her across the face?

The girls of Senior Year Three were secretly pleased; Wang Feifei was not only beautiful but also consistently the top student in school. The girls did not want to associate with Wang Feifei, as it made them feel like mere foil to her brilliance. Moreover, they deeply resented her and often gossiped behind her back, claiming she was just pretending to be pure.

As for the boys of Senior Year Three, they were itching to take action, but deflate like punctured balloons at the thought of Kong Ling’s family background.

A normal girl would have uncontrollably shed tears after being slapped by a boy, but Wang Feifei did not.

In her eyes remained the same calm, not even a hint of swelling around the rims, her spine straightened proudly. She had her own pride, her own defiance. She had promised her grandfather, who toiled every day at his dumpling stall, that he would live in a nice apartment, that she would make him proud.

So, over the years, Wang Feifei had worked hard at her studies. She believed that as long as she put in a little more effort, the words she once said would definitely come true.

A faint smile passed over Wang Feifei’s thin lips as she said in a calm voice, "Kong Ling, you’ve slapped me, now please leave."

Nobody saw Wang Feifei’s hand clench tightly at her side at that moment, but she didn’t cry, nor could she afford to cry, after holding on to her stubborn pride for so many years, she couldn’t just let it go that easily. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and support it, your support is my greatest motivation.)