Chapter 48

Feng Yiping appeared calm on the surface, working on his math problems with a composed expression, but in reality, his mind was racing, thinking of various strategies. Finally, he came up with a solution that seemed feasible at the moment. Since Liu Fei had written him a letter almost openly, if he responded in the same manner, there should still be room for maneuver.

So, he smiled at Feng Wen and Wen Hong and said, "A classmate wrote me a joke, do you want to hear it?"

"Joke?" Feng Wen was taken aback. "Impossible, let me see it!"

Wen Hong also looked disbelieving.

Feng Yiping ignored these two who were eager to see the real joke. He got up and walked to the podium. Everyone watched him in surprise. Xiao Zhijie, not understanding the situation, stood up and pulled him, "Hey, Feng Yiping, think about it, you can't do that."

Several male classmates started to cheer, Huang Jingping looked at him with a complex expression, and a few girls, like Wang Jinju, rolled their eyes at him.

Feng Yiping ignored them, walked to the podium, and said to everyone, "I just received a letter from a classmate from my primary school, who is now in Class 3. I decided to share it with you all."

Some mischievous male classmates immediately called out, "Oh, oh, read it quickly."

Several female classmates hissed in disapproval.

Feng Yiping took out the second page of the letter from his pocket. No one knew how many pages he had received. He said to everyone, "You must have all misunderstood. Some of you know that to earn some pocket money, I wrote a few jokes for the story session. My classmate saw them and wrote a joke too, but she wasn't sure about it, so she asked me to help. I think it's really good, so I'll read it out for everyone to hear. If you find it funny, please give a round of applause!"

This was a big turn, and many people in the audience were still trying to catch up. Feng Yiping didn't care and started reading the letter in a serious manner.

It goes like this: One day, Taiwan's ** was inspecting the area with his subordinates in a helicopter. Looking down at the crowd, ** said, "If I throw a thousand dollars down, the person who picks it up will be very happy."

The Premier said, "If I throw two five-hundred-dollar bills down, two people will be happy."

The Minister of Defense said, "If I throw ten one-hundred-dollar bills down, ten people will be happy."

At this point, the helicopter pilot said, "Why don't I throw all of you down, then all the Chinese people will be happy!"

Xiao Zhijie and Tang Shaokang laughed first, as they knew who ** was, but many others, especially the female classmates, didn't know who this Japanese illegitimate son was.

Feng Yiping had to explain, and then everyone understood. After thinking about it, they found it funny, and some classmates clapped.

However, the applause came a bit late, and Feng Yiping felt a bit awkward, as if he had told a cold joke.

Xiao Zhijie cheered, "Feng Yiping, tell another one."

The class monitor, Zhou Liwei, also said, "Feng Yiping, there's still time. Tell another one to make everyone happy."

Feng Yiping thought for a moment and said, "Inspired by my classmate, I came up with one too. Let me share it with you."

One day, ** and some high officials were attending a meeting when a chain car accident occurred. They were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Reporters rushed to the hospital. After a long time, the doctor came out, and the reporters asked, "Doctor! Doctor! Is the President saved?" The doctor shook his head sadly and said, "Alas... the President can't be saved..."

The reporters asked again, "Doctor! Doctor! Is the Premier saved?" The doctor shook his head sadly again and said, "Alas... he can't be saved either..."

The reporters asked, "Then... who is saved?" The doctor perked up and said, "Taiwan is saved!"

Xiao Zhijie led the applause this time, and Feng Yiping smiled, bowed to everyone, and returned to his seat.

Feng Wen still asked him suspiciously, "Feng Yiping, was the letter really a joke?"

Feng Yiping asked him, "What did you think it was?"

Feng Wen wanted to argue, but Wen Hong slapped him on the head, "Class is about to start. Didn't you just want me to keep an eye on you?"

This was just the beginning. Feng Yiping thought about whether he should find his classmate and compare notes. You wrote the letter, but why were you so careless when delivering it, letting so many people see it?

However, he also thought that if he went to find Liu Fei now, it would seem suspicious to those who were paying attention. He believed that by tonight, the joke would reach Liu Fei's ears, and she would know what to do.

Feng Yiping successfully diverted everyone's attention. Now, they were discussing Taiwan, not the fact that a female classmate had written him a letter.

Of course, there were still some loose ends to tie up. The next day, after lunch, Feng Yiping went to Class 3 and called out at the door, "Liu Fei."

The classmates in Class 3 all looked over, and Feng Yiping waved at them with a smile, showing a lot of composure.

Liu Fei was talking with a few girls. When she looked up and saw Feng Yiping standing at the door, waving at her, she blushed, pushed the giggling girls aside, and ran over.

Feng Yiping patted Liu Fei's shoulder confidently, and some classmates watching from the windows whistled. However, Feng Yiping knew that being too cautious would make people suspicious. Being confident would make them think nothing was wrong.

Girls are natural actors, and Liu Fei must have heard about what Feng Yiping did in class last night. She took the initiative to say, "Feng Yiping, did you revise what I wrote?"

"What you wrote was so funny, it didn't need any revision!" Feng Yiping took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which the joke was written. At the bottom, he had written an extra line, asking Liu Fei to copy it again. This way, if a teacher checked, it would really seem like Liu Fei had only written a joke.

Liu Fei took it and put it in her pocket, "Hehe, thanks. With your approval, I feel more confident. I'll send it out this weekend."

At this moment, a few girls seemed to be inviting her to do something and walked over. Feng Yiping deliberately said loudly, "Liu Fei, if you have something like this in the future, just tell me in person. I was so excited when I first received a letter from a female classmate, thinking it was a love letter. But when I opened it, I realized I was just being presumptuous and had a false hope. Oh, how disappointing!"

Liu Fei looked at the girls walking over, covered her mouth and laughed, pretending to hit him, "Feng Yiping, we've been classmates for six years. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? I would write you a love letter? You really are being presumptuous!"

Feng Yiping took a step back, pretending to be afraid, "I'm not afraid of you hitting me, but I'm afraid of the boys in your class hitting me. Look at them, they're so worried I'll take you away. I'd better run."

"Hehe, then go," Liu Fei said, turned around, and walked over to the girls who had been lingering around. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and showed it to them, "Feng Yiping and I have been classmates for six years. We're very close. Look, it's just a joke. Feng Yiping said it's good, so I'll send it out this weekend. If I'm lucky, I might even get a payment."

Hearing the voices behind him, Feng Yiping sighed in relief. It seemed Liu Fei had already written a copy based on the joke she heard. He secretly wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. Phew, doing such a thing was really tiring.

With this, the incident was basically over. Of course, he still had one more hurdle to clear. However, in the morning, there was a Chinese class, and after class, Teacher Wang didn't call him. During the self-study period at noon, Teacher Wang came once but didn't call him either.

Feng Yiping found it a bit strange. Normally, teachers would treat early romance like a flood or a beast. Teacher Wang must have heard about yesterday's incident, and surely more than one student had reported it. Why was she so indifferent? Something was off!

After dinner, he washed the dishes and was about to return to the classroom. He wouldn't go to the head teacher's house voluntarily for the next two days after making fun of Teacher Zhu yesterday.

At this moment, he heard a whistle and looked up to see Teacher Zhu holding a bowl and gesturing to him. He understood; this was the head teacher calling him.

He went to Teacher Wang Yumin's house as usual, only with paper and a pen. After entering, he greeted Xiao Yanzi and showed Teacher Zhu the unfinished bamboo painting he had been working on.

Teacher Zhu took it, looked at it for a moment, and said, "Don't think painting bamboo is easy. To paint bamboo well is not that simple; otherwise, Zheng Banqiao wouldn't be so famous. However, there is one thing worth praising in your painting. The bamboo joint here is very well done, very good." He pointed to a bamboo joint in the middle, and Feng Yiping looked at it. Indeed, it was well done. Perhaps he had a sudden inspiration when painting that joint. Compared to the others, it was more natural and vivid.

"Hehe, with Teacher Zhu's keen eye, I also think this bamboo joint is well done," Feng Yiping flattered him a bit.

The teacher and student were getting along well, but Wang Yumin couldn't hold back any longer and coughed, "Feng Yiping, are you still pretending to be innocent? Are you going to tell me yourself, or do I have to ask you?"

Feng Yiping widened his eyes and looked at her innocently, "Teacher Wang, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

Wang Yumin laughed instead of getting angry, "You really don't understand? Hehe, what was that letter about yesterday?"

"Oh, you mean that," Feng Yiping pretended to be enlightened, "It was just a joke written by my primary school classmate, Liu Fei, who is now in Class 3. She wants to submit it to 'Story Session' and asked me to help her. What's the problem?"

Before Wang Yumin could speak, he continued, "Maybe it's because of my influence. I know many classmates are preparing to submit articles to various magazines. But unlike me, who does it partly for money, they seem to do it mainly to get their works published and enjoy the success and joy."

Teacher Zhu, a good comrade, immediately joined in, "Yes, I was also inspired and thought about writing something. If it gets published, it could help buy some nice clothes for my daughter."

"Knock, knock," Wang Yumin couldn't help but tap the table. She didn't understand why her husband, who was nearly twenty years older, always seemed to get along well with Feng Yiping, "Old Zhu, take Xiao Yanzi for a walk to digest. Feng Yiping, don't change the subject!"

Feng Yiping pretended to be very wronged, "Teacher Wang, how am I changing the subject? There are really many classmates preparing to submit articles."

Wang Yumin was so angry that she tapped the table again, "Get to the point, that letter!"

"What about the letter? It was just a joke, asking me to help her. What's the big deal?" Seeing Wang Yumin glaring at him, Feng Yiping pretended to understand her meaning.

"Oh, Teacher Wang, I understand what you're thinking," Feng Yiping said dejectedly, "I was also very excited and thought it was a love letter from a girl. But when I opened it, I realized I was just being presumptuous. Oh, how disappointing."

Teacher Zhu couldn't help but laugh, and Wang Yumin put her hand on her head. The methods that worked on other students had no effect on Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping even admitted to hoping for a love letter from a female classmate. Maybe this time, it was really just about helping her revise a joke?

But Wang Yumin instinctively felt something was off, but she had no evidence. Feng Yiping hadn't hidden anything from everyone at the time.

However, if a teacher wants to maintain their dignity and discipline a student, they can always find a reason.

So, Wang Yumin stopped focusing on the letter and turned to criticizing Feng Yiping's mindset, "At your age, you're thinking about receiving love letters from female classmates? What are you thinking about all day? Are you here to study or to mess around? Don't be arrogant just because you've had a little success. There are still more than two years left, and many classmates are making rapid progress. Don't let them surpass you this semester. Instead of thinking about those nonsense things, you should spend more time studying, or even writing novels. That would make us proud and help your parents with household expenses..."

Wang Yumin ranted for about four or five minutes, and it was only when Teacher Zhu asked Xiao Yanzi to bring her a cup of water that she stopped.

During this time, Feng Yiping kept his head down, listening to Wang Yumin's lecture attentively, nodding from time to time, showing a very good attitude.

After letting off steam, she felt a bit better.

Taking advantage of her better mood, Feng Yiping quickly said goodbye. If he stayed any longer, she might ask him to write a self-criticism.

Sure enough, not long after Feng Yiping left, Wang Yumin, after drinking some water, realized, "I forgot to ask him to write a self-criticism."

Teacher Zhu comforted her, "Forget it. Writing a self-criticism or not doesn't matter. This student is much more mature than his peers. He knows these things without your lecturing. Don't treat him like a regular student."

Wang Yumin knew her husband was right but didn't want to lose face, "No matter how mature he is, he's still just a teenager. As a head teacher, I have the duty to educate him to be good. What's wrong with that?"

Teacher Zhu raised his hands in surrender, "Yes, yes, you're right, of course, there's nothing wrong with that."

Feng Yiping ran out of the building quickly. If he didn't take the initiative to give Teacher Wang a reason to criticize him, she might find other ways to investigate the matter.

Now, by giving her a reason to criticize him, she felt better, and the matter was truly over.

Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning were talking by the pillar in the corridor. When they saw him return, Wang Changning smiled and asked, "Got scolded, didn't you?"

Xiao Zhijie said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Now you know the downside of being a playboy. Tell me, how many primary school female classmates are still close to you?"

Feng Yiping wasn't annoyed, "I have nothing to hide, and my conscience is clear." He deliberately said to Wang Changning, "What if Principal Zhang found out that his daughter is often flirting with a student, what would he do?"

"Hehe," the two of them laughed with ill intent.

Xiao Zhijie was a bit scared and stammered, "We're just ordinary classmates, nothing more."

Seeing his nervousness, Wang Changning and Feng Yiping burst out laughing, drawing curious looks from passing classmates. Feng Yiping's slightly gloomy mood also brightened up.

Feng Yiping wasn't sure if the matter was truly over until he found out that the head teacher of Class 3 hadn't talked to Liu Fei. Only then did he finally feel relieved.

The way he handled this situation wasn't ideal, but even with his two lives combined, Feng Yiping had only had one serious relationship, which was with Zhang Yan. They didn't really date much; they just seemed to hit it off.

So, dealing with such unexpected events, he really had no experience and could only use a clumsy method. Fortunately, the outcome was acceptable.

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