Chapter 76 Aren’t You Afraid Your Brother Will Hit You?

Chapter 76: Aren't You Afraid Your Brother Will Hit You?

Cheng Feng teamed up with Yu Qing and Li Anmo to participate in the national basketball tournament, fighting their way through the competition and ultimately winning the championship.

After this battle, Cheng Feng's reputation soared even higher. Admirers flocked to him endlessly, with long lines of devoted fans, both girls and boys.

Basketball champion, third place in the national youth piano competition, and his academic ranking steadily climbed into the top hundred of the entire school. With these achievements, Shang Shaohao and Master Shang occasionally gave Cheng Feng some things, but there was never any monetary reward from the eldest young master.

Cheng Feng had originally thought the eldest young master would return the following year.

But as days passed, Shang Xu's figure still did not appear.

In the months leading up to high school, Cheng Feng's grades were already at the top, consistently ranking first in his class and within the top three of the entire school, just one step away from being the grade's top student.

Shang Shaohao seemed to have grown up overnight, likely stimulated by Shang Xu's car accident. He reined in most of his previously playful and mischievous nature, no longer hanging out at bars or playing games, but burying himself in books all day. Seeing both of them pushing forward with all their might, Zhang Yuantao felt too embarrassed to continue drifting aimlessly, so he simply joined them in diving into the sea of practice questions.

In the end, none of the three relied on their family connections. With solid, genuine grades, they all got into the province's top elite private high school.

This school was far away in a neighboring province, thousands of miles from the Shang family manor. Cheng Feng and Shang Shaohao simply opted for boarding.

Zhang Yuantao naturally stuck with them and also chose to board.

Thanks to the Shang family's connections, the three were assigned to the same honors dormitory room. The moment they pushed open the door, all three were stunned. Standing by the fourth bunk in the room was actually Ye Ming.

Cheng Feng was very surprised. His feud with Ye Ming had started back in eighth grade.

For two whole years, Ye Ming seized every opportunity to mock and sneer at him. If Cheng Feng hadn't been buried in his studies every day and gone home with Shang Shaohao after school, he probably would have been pestered relentlessly.

Cheng Feng thought he had finally escaped the other, never expecting him to also test into this high school, and even be assigned to the same class.

The spacious dorm room had four beds. Cheng Feng chose the spot by the balcony and bent down to start unpacking his luggage.

Ye Ming happened to be in the bunk next to him. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, crossed his arms, and gave Cheng Feng a sidelong glance.

"Well, talk about rotten luck, ending up in the same dorm as you."

Cheng Feng didn't even look up, continuing to make his bed.

Feeling slighted, Ye Ming took a step forward and pressed, "Playing dumb? Why aren't you talking to me?"

Only then did Cheng Feng look up at him, his gaze indifferent.

"What is there to say to you? A coincidence? Hardly. This dorm room was specially arranged by Brother Hao. If you managed to get in, it's to deliberately annoy me. What other reason could there be?"

Ye Ming curled his lip, not hiding it at all. "What else? Xia Xiao likes you. If I don't keep an eye on you, should I just watch you seduce her?"

Cheng Feng was speechless and couldn't be bothered to waste more words on him. It was always the same old tiresome arguments, day after day. Even if Ye Ming didn't get tired of saying it, Cheng Feng found it exhausting and annoying.

On the other side, Shang Shaohao didn't know how to make his bed and called Cheng Feng over to help.

Cheng Feng immediately went over and taught him how to spread the sheet and put on the duvet cover.

Zhang Yuantao watched and tried to imitate, clumsily organizing his own things.

"Cheng Feng, how are you so good at even these chores?" Zhang Yuantao couldn't help but ask curiously.

Cheng Feng's hands paused briefly. Before he could answer, Ye Ming's voice cut in:

"Isn't it possible that he's actually a servant? These tasks are second nature to him. Don't tell me you've been fooled? You don't actually think that just because he lives at Shang Shaohao's house, he's some young master from the Cheng family or something, do you? Have you ever seen him attend any important banquets?"

Zhang Yuantao frowned. He had actually noticed something was off and knew Cheng Feng wasn't a young master from the Cheng family, but he too pretended not to know. After all, they were brothers, and he didn't want to expose Cheng Feng—he'd lose too much face. He turned to look at Ye Ming:

"What's your problem? Since eighth grade, you've been chasing after Cheng Feng's heels, nagging him not to get close to Xia Xiao. But it's clearly Xia Xiao who seeks out Cheng Feng. Cheng Feng doesn't even pay her any attention. Why do you keep picking on him? Instead of wasting time whining here, why not put more effort into pursuing Xia Xiao yourself?"

Ye Ming was left speechless. He glanced at Cheng Feng, snorted coldly, and turned away.

After tidying up the dorm, Cheng Feng and the other two ignored Ye Ming and went together to a restaurant outside the school for dinner.

At the restaurant, Zhang Yuantao cut his steak and excitedly leaned toward Shang Shaohao:

"Brother Hao, I heard a super pretty girl transferred into our class. Her looks are absolutely out of this world!"

Shang Shaohao responded indifferently with an "Oh":

"So what if she's pretty? At my family's villa, the maids prettier than her are a dime a dozen."

Cheng Feng had no interest in such gossip. His mind was full of his upcoming plans: after dinner, return to the dorm and read that newly bought collection of excellent essays to learn how to write better.

The first day of school, as usual, was self-introductions.

When Cheng Feng walked up to the podium, he could clearly feel countless gazes from below, including many shy and admiring looks from the girls.

He paid them no mind, simply stating his name calmly, briefly mentioning a few hobbies, and then walked off the stage.

The boy had grown up, shooting up tall. The childishness had faded from his features, replaced by a touch of defiance. Yet his aura remained clean and pure. That contradictory allure made many girls' hearts skip a beat.

Shang Shaohao was even more lazily indifferent than before. As usual, hands in pockets, not a proper posture in sight, he casually said his name.

Zhang Yuantao imitated the two, coolly stating his own name. But he didn't look the least bit aloof. He lacked Shang Shaohao's sickly aura and didn't have Cheng Feng's defiant, roguish handsomeness. He looked kind of... cute. Yes, cute. A very clean kind of cute. So when he introduced himself, his expression and demeanor made it seem like he was trying to act cool.

It made many girls secretly laugh.

Zhang Yuantao was annoyed but couldn't really lose his temper. He grumbled for a while, then looked at Shang Shaohao and Cheng Feng beside him.

He whispered, "Am I that funny?"

Cheng Feng shook his head. "No."

Shang Shaohao clicked his tongue. "Can't even be a proper sidekick. You're useless."

Zhang Yuantao: "..."

When Ye Ming introduced himself, he smiled slightly, sending flirtatious glances to several girls.

Zhang Yuantao rolled his eyes. "He's such a social butterfly. And he claims to like Xia Xiao? I think he just wants to give every girl a home."

Shang Shaohao: "I'd like that too, as long as they're willing."

Zhang Yuantao: "Don't. Is your kidney up for it? Also, aren't you afraid your brother will hit you!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, both Shang Shaohao and Cheng Feng lowered their eyes.

The eldest young master still hadn't returned.

Zhang Yuantao had almost forgotten about Shang Shaohao's brother's car accident and his going abroad. He quickly apologized, saying he didn't mean it.