Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Skipping class and taking a free ride
After Feng Yiping took the folding bike out of the carriage and loaded it, Huang Jingping was still holding two books in her hands. She kept touching her clothes and hair in front of her, and when she was told to get on the bus, she whispered, 'Is this okay?'
She was wearing typical school clothes today: a white T-shirt, a blue baseball jacket, light-coloured jeans, white loafers and a long, thick chain around her neck. She looked very attractive and very much like a student.
'It's just that you're a little too eye-catching. Get in the car,'
'You're just saying nice things,' Huang Jingping laughed and patted him, jumping into the back seat.
When they first left the house, for some dark reason, Jin Ling, who never liked to see them show affection for each other, encouraged Feng Yiping to wear an outfit exactly like Huang Jingping's, to dress as a couple. Uncle Feng firmly refused, saying that he really couldn't do it.
Fortunately, Huang Jingping always felt that if they were going to skip class, they should do it secretly. It was the first time, and it would be too eye-catching. 'Let's talk about it next time!'
Huang Jingping put her arm around Feng Yiping's waist, looking at the girls in the back seats of the cars around them, a little envious, really wanting to do this with him for a few more years.
While she was envious of others, others were also envious of her.
Although they were both simply dressed, she looked exquisite and more pleasing to the eye. The reason is easy to understand: when the general appearance is the same, it is the details that win the day. These girls at school don't have much time to dress up, but her hair, for example, is always flying in the wind, yet it is so dark and shiny.
When entering the classroom, Huang Jingping was very nervous and held Feng Yiping's hand even tighter. However, she didn't know that such an intimate action would attract more attention. It had only been a month since the beginning of the semester, and not many freshmen did what they did. It wasn't that they were afraid, but rather that many of them had not yet found someone to hold hands with.
The classroom was much busier than it had been in high school. It felt a bit like being in a market or a chicken farm. All the boys sitting together were ogling the pretty girls, while keeping an eye on the girls who came in through the front and back doors.
Huang Jingping entered the classroom cautiously, dazzling many of the boys. However, looking at the hand she was holding tightly, they were instantly disappointed. They angrily thought, 'Another good girl has been snatched by a pig.'
Feng Yiping picked an inconspicuous seat and tried to sit close to his classmates, matching their clothing colours as much as possible, because Huang Jingping was most worried that the teacher would suddenly ask a question and point to her.
Today's class was on writing, and the teacher, a middle-aged man in his forties, didn't speak in a slow, unhurried tone like Huang's previous high school Chinese teacher. He spoke with passion and great expression.
Huang Jingping was a little nervous at first, but then slowly relaxed and, as usual, took careful notes. However, until the end of the class, she kept a firm grip on Feng Yiping's hand under the table. This scene was almost enough to make the single people around them cry.
'How was it? Are you okay? You don't have to follow me around anymore. Just go to whatever class you're interested in, it's no big deal.' There was very little room to choose classes in the first year, and Huang Jingping wasn't interested in many of the required classes on Feng Yiping's schedule.
'No, I want to be with you!' They were the last ones to leave the classroom, and seeing that there was no one nearby, Huang Jingping shook his hand and pouted.
Under the grey corridor with a sense of historical weight, the clear autumn afternoon sun shone through the trees in front of the building and fell on her unpowdered face, which was exceptionally moving, and Feng Yiping wanted to kiss it.
'Cough,' a cough came from under the steps, and then someone said, 'Why are you coughing at this time? You're doing it on purpose!'
Feng Yiping looked down, and saw Han Guiliang and Liang Yonggao chasing Lu Wenqing around, while Jin Bao was watching with a smile on his face. Yan Zhida was also there, and today he was surprisingly wearing a formal yellow suit. Luckily, he wasn't wearing a tie, and he straightened his gold-rimmed glasses a little before smiling and waving at the two of them.
'They're all my roommates, it's fine,' Feng Yiping pulled on the somewhat embarrassed Huang Jingping, 'let's go,'
'Yiping, you're not being a good friend. I've told you to bring your younger siblings over for dinner for ages, but you've done the opposite and brought her to school without notifying us. If it wasn't for Guiliang seeing her, we would have missed her again today.' Jinbao still had a smile on his face, "Hello, I'm Jinbao,'
'Hello, Huang Jingping, how are you?" Huang Jingping also greeted Jinbao with a smile.
It was Liang Yonggao's turn, and Huang Jingping knew him, 'Hello Yonggao,'
'Hello, sister-in-law, you're really pretty today!'
Huang Jingping was beaming from ear to ear. She liked hearing both of those things.
Now that the others were here, the rest of the afternoon class seemed unlikely to happen. It was still early until dinner time, so Jinbao suggested going to a café.
At this time of day, there weren't many people in the café. There were quite a few international students in the café they went to, and there was even a pretty girl sitting next to a black guy. Damn!
'What would you like to drink and eat, dear sister-in-law? Just order whatever you like,' Han Guiliang handed the menu to Huang Jingping.
'Yes, we're all family, so don't be shy,' Jin Bao said.
'Yes, we're all family. The guys already said that they had prepared a gift for you, and they were just waiting for me to bring you to meet them,' Feng Yiping continued along with their story. 'Oh, no, I forgot about that when I came here. I didn't even bring a bag. How am I going to carry it?'
This remark made a few people next to them feel a little embarrassed. 'Don't be silly,' Huang Jingping hit him. 'Don't mind him, he's just a joker.'
'No, no,'
'By the way, which school is your sister-in-law at? When are you bringing all your dormitory mates over for a get-together!' After a while of small talk, Jin Bao was pushed out by everyone to bring up the topic, 'You and Yiping are together, but we're all still single!'
'Boss, that's really not realistic. She studied in the province for a year, and followed me here to the capital when I came, and all her classmates are still in the province,' Feng Yiping answered before Huang Jingping could, taking the blame for her.
Not being able to go to university had made Huang Jingping feel a little sad on this campus in the first place, and it was quite hard on her to make her say that she hadn't gone to university, and it was also quite embarrassing.
Feng Yiping wasn't lying when he said that. She had studied for a year at a junior college in the province, and of course, in the city below. But on an occasion like this, there was no need to go into the details.
Sure enough, everyone's attention was focused on the part where she followed Feng Yiping. For the sake of her boyfriend, she even gave up her studies. They were meeting for the first time, 'I admire you, sister-in-law, I toast you!' Liang Yongtian took a big sip of his coffee.
'No wonder Yiping doesn't live on campus!' This was Han Guiliang.
'Yiping, you are really lucky to have met such a determined girl. You must treat her well in the future,' Jinbao said.
Yan Zhida was a little unconvinced. Either Huang Jingping's school was very ordinary, or it was a very good school. He asked, "Which one are you in...," but before he could finish, Jinbao next to him gave him a hard foot-stamp. Jinbao then asked, 'So what is your sister-in-law doing in the capital?'
'Not much. She's taking her driving test in the next two months,'
'Do you need any help? My family has some connections with the police station,' of course it was Yan Zhida who said this.
'Thanks, but it's better to take the test on my own. I'm fine. Usually Yiping often lets me practice in his car. I can actually drive on the road now, I just don't have much experience.' Isn't this showing off? This girl is good at it.
'Oh, Lao Wu, you already have a driver's license?'
'Lao Wu, you already bought a car, did you bring it?'
'Boss, it's still early, why don't we let Yiping take us for a drive?' Yan Zhida said with a smile. He reckoned that Feng Yiping had probably just bought a Xiaoli or a van, and it might even be second-hand or even eight-hand.
'What do you think, Lao Wu?'
'No problem!'
When they arrived at the car park, Yan Zhida first took a quick look at the old and inferior cars, and he had a rough idea of what to expect.
He followed Feng Yiping, who led them past the white van, without stopping by the silver sedan, the old Jeep, or the Audi. Sure enough, Feng Yiping walked straight past the Audi and kept going. Could it be the green Fukang?
Feng Yiping did stop there, and everyone, like Yan Zhida, thought it was this car. 'The Fukang is actually not bad. Three years ago, my father's was also a Fukang, and he just switched to an Audi,' Yan Zhida said, seemingly praising it.
'Yes, the Fukang is good, but the Audi is even better. Where I come from, only the mayor can drive an Audi,' Feng Yiping echoed, busily folding up his bicycle. Then he opened the boot of the high-end car next to the Fukang, which everyone had automatically ignored, and said, 'There's only room for four in the back. Do you think we should let someone sit here? It's actually quite spacious.' freёwebnoѵel.com
The five of them were dumbfounded. Just looking at the paintwork and seams, this car was the best in the parking lot!
Yan Zhida was even more impressed. His mouth was wide open. They didn't know what model it was, but they recognised the three-pronged star logo on the boot. Mercedes-Benz cars in China are not cheap.
'Brother Wu, you're awesome!' Liang Yonggao ran over and leaned on Feng Yiping's shoulder. 'Let's discuss this. In the future, if I have a girlfriend, you must drive me to pick her up, okay?'
Everyone obviously knew that this was a powerful tool for wooing girls, and one after the other they all reserved it with Feng Yiping, then scrambled to squeeze into the back row, with Yan Zhida left behind sheepishly.