Chapter 092 【Help】

Since Xu Qin personally suppressed the Hu Hua incident and the students of Class 4-8 refrained from spreading it, the rumor never circulated throughout the school.

In the following days, the students of Class 4-8 underwent a complete transformation. Not only did they submit their homework on time, but they also ceased misbehaving in class.

For a while, discipline in Class 4-8 improved dramatically—so much so that it rivaled even Class 4-1, led by Xia Wei.

Substitute teachers quickly noticed the change. To them, Gu Feng must possess extraordinary abilities to transform such a notoriously unruly class into its current disciplined state.

As time passed, Maple High School’s 20th-anniversary celebration drew near. All homeroom teachers busied themselves preparing for the event, with Gu Feng bearing the heaviest workload: overseeing Class 4-8’s performance act and managing the upcoming competition.

Fortunately, both Ling Wei and Xu Qiang displayed natural talent in martial arts. Under Gu Feng’s guidance, they progressed rapidly and trained diligently—without requiring constant supervision.

Regarding the soccer team, although Gu Feng provided minimal hands-on coaching, the players were instantly energized upon learning they would compete against a team from a South Korean school. They were determined to deliver an outstanding performance.

After all, high school is precisely when teenagers are most eager to prove themselves.

Class 4-8 had two acts scheduled for the celebration: a skit performed by Tian Tao and others, and a fashion show organized by Guan Mingyue and several other girls. To ensure the fashion show’s success, Guan Mingyue even invited Andrea from the school infirmary to assist.

For a time, Class 4-8’s fashion show became the most anticipated highlight of Maple High School’s 20th-anniversary celebration.

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That afternoon, after Gu Feng observed the school soccer team’s training session, dusk began to fall.

Gu Feng checked his watch—it was already past seven.

After briefly bidding farewell to the team members, he headed straight for the multimedia building.

Inside a room in the multimedia building, Lin Jiaying stood before a mirror, smiling as she hummed a song by Zhou Tong.

Lin Jiaying was preparing to perform at Maple High School’s 20th-anniversary celebration in ten days’ time and had been practicing daily at the multimedia building after school.

Tap, tap! Clear footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Hearing them, Lin Jiaying knew Gu Feng had arrived—and her practice for the day was over.

Since the gossip about Chen Minjun and Gu Feng, Lin Jiaying no longer concealed her feelings for him, and Gu Feng, in turn, grew noticeably warmer. Their relationship blossomed swiftly.

Wiping sweat from her forehead, Lin Jiaying bent down to pick up her backpack and walked toward the door.

At the doorway, Gu Feng stood holding a bottle of Pepsi. Seeing her approach, he handed it to her.

Lin Jiaying accepted the cola, took a few quick sips, wiped her mouth, and beamed at Gu Feng. “Thank you.”

“How was practice today?” Gu Feng asked, smiling.

Hearing the word “practice,” Lin Jiaying’s brows furrowed slightly, a trace of worry flickering in her beautiful eyes. “I’m feeling a bit lacking in confidence!”

“Lacking confidence?” Gu Feng sounded mildly surprised, then patted her shoulder and smiled. “Jia Ying, your voice already sounds fantastic.”

“Really?” Hearing Gu Feng’s praise, Lin Jiaying couldn’t help but glow—but then concern returned to her face. “I thought I wasn’t bad either, but compared to my idol’s singing, the gap is quite obvious.”

“Jia Ying, you’re still an amateur. Zhou Tong is a professional in this field—of course she’s better than you. Besides, Zhou Tong is now a bona fide pop star,” Gu Feng said, smiling.

Hearing this, Lin Jiaying visibly relaxed and smiled. “That’s true. If I sang better than Sister Zhou Tong, wouldn’t I be a pop star? Still, it would be amazing to perform on the same stage as her.” As she spoke, a dreamy look crossed her face.

Perform on the same stage as Zhou Tong?

Seeing Lin Jiaying’s expression, Gu Feng had an idea—and made up his mind.

By the time the two returned to their apartment, it was nearly eight o’clock. Just as Gu Feng was about to shrug off his jacket and start cooking, Lin Jiaying quickly set down her backpack and said, “I’ll cook tonight. We don’t have school tomorrow anyway, so no homework tonight.”

Ever since the day Gu Feng and Lin Jiaying dined at Xu Qin’s place, Lin Jiaying had begun learning to cook. Though her skills remained far behind Gu Feng’s, she steadily improved with each attempt.

Recalling Lin Jiaying’s first attempt at tomato-and-egg stir-fry—which yielded a plate of charred eggs—Gu Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He was about to say something when he saw Lin Jiaying had already tied on an apron and was retrieving vegetables from the refrigerator.

Gu Feng shook his head gently but didn’t stop her. Instead, a faint, happy smile touched his lips.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, stepped into the bedroom, and dialed Zhou Tong’s number.

When Zhou Tong had given Gu Feng the VIP tickets that day, she’d left him her private number—but Gu Feng had never contacted her before.

The call connected quickly, and Zhou Tong’s voice came through the receiver, sounding faintly surprised. “Hello, who is this?”

As a leading figure in the entertainment industry, very few people knew Zhou Tong’s private number. An unfamiliar number appearing on her screen naturally piqued her curiosity.

“Miss Zhou, this is Gu Feng,” he said.

“It’s you!” Hearing Gu Feng’s name, Zhou Tong sounded genuinely excited. “What made you think of calling me?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Zhou Tong realized they sounded somewhat inappropriate—even vaguely ambiguous—and a faint blush rose to her beautiful cheeks.

Gu Feng was momentarily taken aback, then replied seriously, “It’s like this, Miss Zhou—I have a favor to ask.”

Sensing a hint of awkwardness in Gu Feng’s tone, Zhou Tong’s mind flashed to his usual serious demeanor. She chuckled and said, “I never thought you’d ask me for help. I’m really curious—what do you need? Go ahead. As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll definitely help!”

Gu Feng hadn’t expected Zhou Tong to agree so readily—and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After a brief pause, he said, “Well, Maple High School’s 20th-anniversary celebration is in ten days. I’d like to invite you to sing a song at the gala.”

“No problem,” Zhou Tong replied exceptionally promptly. “I’ll call my manager later and have her cancel my commitments for those few days.”

“If you have other obligations, it’s perfectly fine—work comes first,” Gu Feng said, feeling slightly awkward.

“How could I do that? You’ve finally asked me for a favor. If I didn’t help, wouldn’t that make me a terrible friend?” Zhou Tong laughed. “Don’t worry—if my manager knows you’re a friend of Uncle Ling’s, she definitely won’t object.”

Ling Yongbing?

Gu Feng’s heart stirred, and he couldn’t help but ask, “How has he been lately?”