Chapter 55: Just a Bit Small in the Bust

The next day, as expected, the bank card was unlocked, and Chu Tianfeng was able to pay the fees without a hitch.

Afterward, he hurried to the bookstore and bought some English textbooks and supplementary materials. Nearly every day, he arrived at the college on time, seeking out English classes to attend.

His predecessor’s English proficiency was quite poor—not only was his vocabulary limited, but his grasp of grammar was also minimal.

Chu Tianfeng couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for his previous life on Blue Moon Star. No matter where he went, there would always be a language jade slip available; imprint it in his sea of consciousness and, in just a short while, he could basically understand and use the language. At most, he could master it within a day.

On Earth, however, every language exists only in electronic or printed documents, and the only way to learn was to go through them thoroughly, page by page.

Fortunately, Chu Tianfeng had his spiritual sense as a cheat, so he didn’t find it too strenuous—unlike ordinary people who had to memorize everything by rote. It was just a matter of time.

That day, the weather was clear and bright. As usual, Chu Tianfeng slung a shoulder bag over one arm and headed to the college for class.

He was still more than a hundred meters from the school gate when he spotted two familiar figures: Xu Yan and Jiang Ziyue.

Chu Tianfeng hadn’t seen anyone he knew for some time; upon glimpsing Xu Yan and Jiang Ziyue, he couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

“Hey!” A crisp, girlish voice suddenly called out.

Puzzled, Chu Tianfeng turned his head toward the source of the voice.

About ten meters away stood a pretty young woman in a teal dress, looking quite fresh and delicate. However, her oversized sunglasses nearly concealed half of her face.

Chu Tianfeng glanced around, trying to determine if she was addressing someone else.

“Stop looking—I’m calling you,” the delicate girl approached him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Chu Tianfeng finally recognized her behind the sunglasses. “That disguise of yours is pretty convincing—I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Du Jingjing—he’d just met her a few days ago, but the changes in her were so drastic that Chu Tianfeng could barely keep up.

“And you call me out for it?” Du Jingjing pouted. “Your disguise is even more lavish—you even changed your gender.”

“Can we not talk about that?” Chu Tianfeng, who had spent centuries as a eunuch in his past life, dreaded being called a woman.

“I’m starting to wonder about your motives for dressing as a woman,” Du Jingjing stared intently at his face. “Honestly, what were you doing staring at those two girls just now?”

Chu Tianfeng rolled his eyes.

“Don’t deny it,” Du Jingjing pointed at the retreating backs of Xu Yan and Jiang Ziyue. “You share an apartment with two girls, spend your days surrounded by women, and as soon as you’re at school you ogle girls with a silly grin—you’re up to no good, for sure.”

“I really wonder what your intelligence network is good for,” Chu Tianfeng said, exasperated.

“Don’t tell me you actually know them,” Du Jingjing withdrew her finger.

“Boring,” Chu Tianfeng shrugged. “Alright, what did you want?”

“Hmph!” Du Jingjing snorted, producing a cellphone and handing it to him. “Come with me, I’ll take you to see your homeroom teacher.”

She thought to herself: Say what you want, but with the Special Operations Group’s capabilities, looking into the backgrounds of two girls is child’s play.

“I’ll take the phone,” Chu Tianfeng accepted it. “But Teacher Tang has been my homeroom teacher for three years—why would I need you to take me?”

He knew his homeroom teacher well: an old maid, proud and aloof, always looking down her nose at people. Even his predecessor didn’t want to see her, let alone the current Chu Tianfeng.

“Have you ever gone like this?” Du Jingjing folded her arms, looking at him as if he were a fool.

“Not really,” Chu Tianfeng shook his head.

He was now called Qian Ling; he only returned to the college for English classes. Tang Yi, his homeroom teacher, was in the directing department, which had nothing to do with him—no reason to seek her out.

“I knew you wouldn’t dare,” Du Jingjing smirked. “Let me tell you, your homeroom teacher’s been acting strange lately—she’s been asking everywhere about your whereabouts. Aren’t you curious?”

“Oh?” Chu Tianfeng’s eyes narrowed.

In his predecessor’s memory, Tang Yi seemed nothing more than an ordinary teacher, her greatest hobbies dancing and yoga. She wasn’t a martial artist. What could she want with him?

“Come on, let’s go find out,” Du Jingjing turned and walked ahead.

Full of suspicion, Chu Tianfeng silently followed in her wake.

They crossed the sports field, the library, the cafeteria, passing more than a dozen classroom buildings before finally reaching the Performing Arts building.

“You go first,” at the stairwell, Du Jingjing suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Tianfeng asked, puzzled.

“My skirt’s too short!” Du Jingjing stepped back.

Chu Tianfeng couldn’t help but laugh.

But seeing her so wary, he became mischievous and leaned in to whisper, “Just so you know, your figure is really good—flat in the front and open at the back.”

With that, he dashed ahead.

“Pervert! You absolute pervert!” Du Jingjing stamped her foot and shouted after him.

Tang Yi’s office was on the third floor; it only took them a few minutes to get there.

Knock, knock. Chu Tianfeng rapped on the door.

“Come in!” a clear voice called from inside.

Chu Tianfeng stepped aside. Du Jingjing rolled her eyes, then pushed open the door.

Inside were two desks; at one sat a woman. By the door was a set of sofas, where a middle-aged man and woman were deep in conversation.

The woman at the desk was about thirty, with an oval face, willow-leaf brows, eyes like autumn water, and a gentle smile on her lips.

Her hair was long, cascading down her back. She wore a white dress, pure and ethereal—a beauty untouched by the mundane world.

This was Chu Tianfeng’s homeroom teacher, Tang Yi.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Chu Tianfeng confirmed that she truly had no cultivation—just an ordinary person.

“Du Jingjing, it’s you. Can I help you with something?” Tang Yi stood up and smiled at them both.

Du Jingjing smiled back, leading Chu Tianfeng to her desk.

“Ms. Tang, Principal Guo should have told you—my classmate needs to attend classes here for a while,” Du Jingjing said, gesturing at Chu Tianfeng. “Her name is Qian Ling. I’ve already emailed you her information.”

Chu Tianfeng bowed. “Good day, Teacher Tang!”

Tang Yi nodded slightly in return. “So, your name is Qian Ling?”

“Yes, Teacher Tang. Qian, as in a thousand; Ling, as in exquisite,” Chu Tianfeng replied.

At the same time, he recalled a voice from his memory.

“Your master is called Qian Ling—Qian as in a thousand, Ling as in exquisite.”

“From now on, you’ll cultivate under me.”

“You must call me Master, not sister!”

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“Oh, your surname is quite rare, and the name is lovely—together, it’s quite ethereal,” Tang Yi said, waving her slender hand, breaking his reverie.

He noticed her hand was thin as bamboo, her fingers long as the green onions in the Xu family’s backyard.

“Have you studied acting before?” Tang Yi asked, her manner calm.

“A little,” Chu Tianfeng replied.

“Oh? What have you studied?” Tang Yi pressed.

She assumed Chu Tianfeng was from a wealthy or influential family, come here on a whim to experience campus life, with little actual exposure to the craft.

“I’m familiar with the basic courses in acting,” Chu Tianfeng said, his scalp tingling. He wasn’t sure whether to claim mastery or ignorance, so he settled on a middling answer.

He had come to investigate Tang Yi, but it seemed she was the one investigating him.

“How about vocal performance, speech, and physical expression?” Tang Yi continued, offering no invitation to sit—her desk lacked extra chairs, anyway.

“My physical training is stronger; vocals and speech are average,” Chu Tianfeng answered honestly. These were basic skills for performing arts students, and he was quite proficient.

“Your physique is decent,” Tang Yi remarked, looking him up and down. “You have a good image and presence—just a bit lacking in the chest.”

Chu Tianfeng looked up at the ceiling.

Du Jingjing turned away, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

“All right, I’ve noted that,” Tang Yi seemed oblivious to their reactions and sat back down. “By the way, I’ll be filming an MV in a few days—would you both be willing to make a cameo?”

“Uh?” Chu Tianfeng was at a loss.

“Yes, of course!” Du Jingjing tugged at his sleeve. “We’ll be there whenever you need us.”

“My students are all out of town filming, so I can’t find anyone on short notice,” Tang Yi traced her finger across the desk. “Don’t worry—it’s just some outdoor scenes, only a few days.”

“No problem, no problem,” Du Jingjing answered quickly.

“We may have to go out of town,” Tang Yi said. “Is that all right?”

“No problem!” Du Jingjing replied immediately.

“Ms. Tang, may I ask where we’re going?” Chu Tianfeng really didn’t want to go. He couldn’t figure out why Du Jingjing insisted on taking this on. He had an English retake tomorrow and a degree-level English exam to prepare for—he truly had neither the time nor the interest to accompany these two crazy women.

“Huangshanchong Scenic Area. The scenery is nice, and it’s not far,” Tang Yi replied, looking out the window. “The centennial celebration is coming up—I want to film an immortal fantasy MV as a tribute.”

“What?” To be honest, Chu Tianfeng regretted it at once, suspecting that Du Jingjing and Tang Yi were colluding to set a trap.

Of all places, why go to Huangshanchong?

He wasn’t a rookie anymore—he knew well that the Huangshan Sect was based in Huangshanchong.

He had a serious grudge with them. Last time, he’d broken Guo Xiancheng’s leg and taught them a harsh lesson. If he ran into Guo Xiancheng again, there would be real trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Yi seemed a bit displeased, thinking perhaps Chu Tianfeng found Huangshanchong too close and uninteresting.

“It’s nothing, nothing. Qian Ling has never been to Huangshanchong—she’s been dying to go,” Du Jingjing cut in, reading Tang Yi’s thoughts instantly.

“All right, you two can go about your business. I’ll contact you after I get your student cards sorted,” Tang Yi said, waving them off.

“Thank you!” Du Jingjing beamed.

Tang Yi smiled gently. “You’re welcome.”

“We’ll be going then,” Du Jingjing said, tugging at Chu Tianfeng’s sleeve. “Goodbye, Ms. Tang.”

Once they were outside the Performing Arts building, Chu Tianfeng stopped in his tracks.

“What now?” Du Jingjing asked.

“Do you really have to ask? You must be doing this on purpose—dragging me to Huangshanchong. And weren’t we supposed to go to Qianniao Lake?” Chu Tianfeng glared at her.

“There are still a lot of martial artists around Qianniao Lake. It’s best to avoid it for now,” Du Jingjing said, brushing her bangs aside. “Aren’t you curious why she’s been looking for you everywhere?”

“You don’t know I beat up disciples of the Huangshan Sect?” Chu Tianfeng retorted. “If I waltz into Huangshanchong, I’d be delivering myself to them on a silver platter.”

He knew that with the Special Operations Group’s resources, they’d be fully aware of his past actions.

“Oh, so that’s what you’re worried about?” Du Jingjing swayed her hips and walked off. “With the way you look now, no one could possibly recognize you.”

“Still, I’m not about to offer myself up just to see if they can,” Chu Tianfeng grumbled.

Whether others could recognize him or not was one thing, but deliberately tempting fate was just foolish.

“Well, you’re the one who keeps stirring up trouble,” Du Jingjing said, turning back. “Salt Society, the Tomb Raiders, Huangshan Sect, Hengshan Sect—so, which sect do you plan to provoke next?”

Chu Tianfeng gazed up at the sky. A few sparrows chirped overhead, and yet, he thought their voices were still more pleasant than Du Jingjing’s.

“By the way, those two girls earlier—they’re not disciples of any sect, are they?” Du Jingjing asked.

Chu Tianfeng felt like dropping to his knees and shouting three times, “Auntie, I surrender!”