Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Restless

'I have a few days off, so I thought I'd come out for a bit. I've never been anywhere else, so I thought I'd come somewhere close to the city.' Huang Jingping came over and said, 'Are you welcome?'

'You're welcome! Come, let's go to my place and have a seat.' Feng Yiping took the bag she was holding and put it in the back seat, pushing the cart as the two of them walked together.

Once inside, he showed Huang Jingping around, "This house is really nicely decorated, wow, you even have a computer!" She was immediately attracted to the computer on the desk.

'My uncle bought it for me, you try it.'

Huang Jingping sat in the swivel chair and swung around, watching Feng Yiping turn on the computer. 'This chair is comfortable too.'

She turned to the side of the window, got up and walked over. 'Is that the Yangtze River?'

Feng Yiping nodded affirmatively. Like Xiao Zhijie and the others, she never spoke again, just quietly watched.

There was a creaking sound from the computer case for a while, and finally the desktop with its blue sky and white clouds appeared. 'It's ready!' Feng Yiping called out to Huang Jingping, who was resting her chin in her hands and still looking at the Yangtze River.

'It's beautiful!' she said, coming back to the present.

'Yes, what's written in books and what you see with your own eyes are definitely different experiences,' Feng Yiping told her, and asked her to sit in the chair, pointing her to open the music on the D drive. Without thinking, she directly opened the song she had prayed for.

'Our school also has a computer room with more than 20 computers, but we can only use them once a month, and at least two people share one computer.' Huang Jingping talked about some things that happened at the normal school, and Feng Yiping also talked about his situation at No. 1 Middle School. In this way, time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was dark.

Oh no, I still have to go to school for evening classes! Feng Yiping looked at his watch and saw that it was already almost half an hour past.

'Let's go, let's go eat.'

'Oh my god, it's so late, aren't you going to night school?'

'Let's go eat first, then I'll go tell the homeroom teacher.'

'Do you have any food at home? We can cook at home, you go to school first, we'll eat when you get back, I'm a good cook!'

'That's fine, but only if you're hungry, have some biscuits first, the food is in the fridge.'

Feng Yiping didn't bother being polite. The teachers have been so angry lately. Being late is one thing, but being absent without a reason is another.

He gave his instructions and hurried downstairs to catch his bike and rush to school.

After parking his bike, he walked towards Teacher Li's office on his own initiative. Along the way, he deliberately walked quickly, and halfway through, he poured some water from his water bottle into the palm of his hand and wiped it on the sides of his head.

'Teacher Li,' Feng Yiping entered the office a little out of breath – not pretending, he had literally walked at a trot and was really a little tired. Feng Yiping wiped the sweat from his face, "I'm sorry, something came up at home and delayed me, that's why I'm only here now.'

Teacher Li was correcting homework and saw that he was covered in sweat, "Well, I won't ask what happened, just one thing, it's not allowed in the future.'

'Yes, definitely!'

When he arrived in the classroom, everyone was quietly doing their homework. Liu Wenjun, who had applied in vain to change his seat, asked in a low voice, 'What's wrong today? You're late for the first time, and you're so late.'

He tilted his head back a little, "Secretary Zheng is on duty today, so you're definitely going to get a demerit!'

Zheng Jiayi in the back row was the class monitor.

'Well, you should get a demerit!" Feng Yiping busily wiped the sweat from his face.

At this time, an elongated cough came from the back row, which was the duty cadre reminding them not to speak!

Liu Wenjun immediately even exhaled a little quieter. Feng Yiping was a little annoyed and deliberately slammed the desk shut. The loud sound attracted the attention of the students in the class, who looked over in his direction.

Zheng Jiayi stared coldly at the back of Feng Yiping's head for a few seconds, watching him start doing his homework as if nothing had happened. Her mouth moved a few times, but in the end she didn't make a sound.

For some reason, she felt that this classmate, who had never spoken to her before, looked a bit like her father. Usually, he was very calm and gentle, but when he got serious, even his strong mother would give in.

On the way home after evening study hall, Feng Yiping found a small store that was still open and bought the best toothbrush cup and towel he could find.

When he arrived at the bottom of the building and saw the lights on in his apartment, he stood quietly downstairs for several minutes before going upstairs.

There was a plate on top of each dish on the table. Huang Jingping was watching TV with her feet up on the sofa, hugging a pillow. She smiled when she saw him come in, 'You're home. Go wash your hands first, I'll heat up the soup and we can eat.'

This familiar scene made Feng Yiping feel a little dazed. He shook his head lightly, then looked up and saw Huang Jingping coming over with a concerned look on her face, "What's wrong?'

'Nothing, I was probably riding a little fast on the way here." As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Huang Jingping laughed when she heard him, helped him sit down on the sofa, and said, 'What's the rush? I'm not going anywhere. Sit down for a while, and I'll pour you a glass of water.'

Huang Jingping laughed as she walked into the kitchen, and Feng Yiping ran into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and felt a little more awake. Then he noticed that the dirty clothes piled in the basin were gone, and even his underwear was gone. He came out and saw that the dirty clothes and the underwear were dancing lightly in the wind on the clothesline on the balcony!

'You washed my clothes for me?'

'The washing machine did all the work, and I just washed your underwear,' said Huang Jingping, blushing a little as she said this. "In the future, just throw your dirty clothes into the washing machine as you take them off. If you leave them lying around, they'll start to smell.'

'I just washed a few together, so as to save water, you know!" Feng Yiping felt that the pace was wrong now, so he deliberately cracked a joke.

'You are always right about everything,' said Huang Jingping, setting the meal in front of him. 'Try the food I made. I made it just before you got home.'

There were three dishes and a soup: stir-fried meat with chilli, stir-fried young tofu with minced green onion and minced meat, braised fish fillets, and tomato and egg soup. The taste was still unknown, but at least the presentation was quite good.

Feng Yiping tasted each one, unable to speak with his mouth full, and gave Huang Jingping a thumbs-up.

'Really? Then eat more!'

Feng Yiping only ate a small bowl of rice and helped to finish the three dishes. Huang Jingping was very happy and asked him while tidying up the dishes, 'You usually just muddle through, don't you!'

'No, it's just that I didn't cook as many dishes for one meal, and they're not as good as yours.' He took the dishes from her and said, 'I'll wash them! I bought towels and a toothbrush on the way back, so you can soak them in hot water.'

'Haha, you did? I was going to go out and buy some after you left, but then I couldn't find my way back.'

'Not many shops are still open now, so I just bought whatever I could find.

After washing the dishes, Feng Yiping sat on the sofa watching TV. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he finally went to the study. Without writing anything, he just looked out the window at the dark Yangtze River.

'There you are,' said Huang Jingping, wearing a nightgown and drying her hair with a towel. 'Come, blow-dry my hair!'

Feng Yiping followed her into the living room, sat on the sofa, put his hands behind her long hair, turned the hairdryer to second gear, and gently blew.

'Do you think I look better with long hair or short hair?'

'You look good either way!' Feng Yiping would have answered correctly even with his eyes closed.

Huang Jingping gave a satisfied little laugh. "But when your hair grows long, the ends split easily.'

'I don't see that, it looks fine!" Feng Yiping held the hair up to his face and took a look, resisting the urge to take a breath.

When the wind blew on her head, he resisted the urge to look at the collarbone below and the white flesh below that, except that his throat felt a little dry.

Feng Yiping came out after washing up, and Huang Jingping turned off the TV. 'Good night!' she said softly, and walked into the guest room with her head down.

Smelling the lingering fragrance in the room, Feng Yiping returned to the bedroom. It was almost eleven o'clock, but he didn't seem to be sleepy at all. Still, he turned off the light and went to bed immediately.

He tossed and turned for an unknown period of time, drank the glass of water by the bedside, and still felt thirsty. So, barefoot, he went to the living room to get more water. Just as he reached the half-full glass, he heard a soft 'ding' sound, and the light in the guest room turned on. Without caring about the water or the glass, he ran back to the bedroom with empty hands.

Lying on the bed, he heard the door open over there, and then the sound of footsteps, not towards him, but into the bathroom. After a while, the light footsteps returned to the guest room, and then the door there closed softly.