Lin Feng stood up, “If you want to sit, sit. I’ll move, but let’s not play these games!”
Sun Dasheng, with a hiccup, sat back up, looking at Lin Feng with admiration, thinking how loyal his big brother was, and reached out to shake Lin Feng’s hand in gratitude.
Lan Yu let out a series of bell-like giggles, showing no sign of embarrassment, “Just a little prank, Lin Sang, how are you? There’s an empty seat over there, why would I bother you?” She then apologized to the now petrified Sun Dasheng.
Without waiting for Lin Feng’s response, Lan Yu gracefully moved to an empty seat diagonally across. “Can I sit here?”
“Yes, of course, of course!” The lucky boy, Huang Tao, was flustered, not minding the numerous hostile glances as he eagerly attended to Lan Yu.
“Oh, by the way, the name of this lucky guy is Huang Tao.”
“Damn, if we don’t deal with him for two days, the weasel’s tail starts to stick up again!” Sun Dasheng muttered, echoing the sentiment of almost all the boys, determined to teach this wind-stealing bastard a lesson.
Ever since the fall of the exemplary officer Cao Lei, the former school bully Cao Nan had become more subdued. It was thought that the once notorious North Gate Thirteen Eagles would fade away. However, as Cao Nan fell, Huang Tao rose, forming a so-called basketball league to rival Sun Dasheng’s team, which, due to Lin Feng’s reluctance to join, was not particularly strong. They had faced defeat several times against Huang Tao’s team, which was made up of former Thirteen Eagles members, leading to Sun Dasheng’s group feeling cornered and compelled to fight back, even if they were not keen on it.
