Chapter Fifty-One: Encountering a Hijacking on the Road
Now, not only had Feng Yisheng’s intellect been developed to its utmost by the Golden Body of Proud Bones, but he also possessed an eidetic memory.
By noon, Feng Yisheng had already reviewed an entire semester’s worth of material for one subject, and after a brief rest, he spent the afternoon playing League of Legends with Zhou Chuyi. He hadn’t noticed how much he had unconsciously changed.
To help someone, he dared to ask for ten million per session. With at least forty weeks left until the end of the year, that meant he could earn four hundred million for treating the old man. This only made Feng Yisheng more curious about the elder’s identity.
On the other hand, he helped Zhou Chuyi train twice a week, three hours each day, all for free. That alone was hard for anyone to believe!
After gaming, Feng Yisheng found it hard to get used to his parents not being home.
He sighed. “I’ll just have to take it one step at a time.”
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Monday.
Feng Yisheng had gone to bed late the previous night, but it didn’t matter; he could now go days without sleep. Yet the sensation of sleeplessness was so unpleasant that he forced himself to rest. On waking, he felt perfectly fine, ate breakfast, and headed to school.
Walking along the path to school, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the way the students eyed him. Their gazes were different now.
He was the man who’d broken the school’s history!
Over a thousand people had watched Friday’s match live. Many uploaded videos to various platforms, so now, if anyone at Nanshui Foreign Languages School claimed not to know Feng Yisheng, they would be regarded as peculiar.
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Ignoring the stares, Feng Yisheng entered the classroom. Jiang Zhiming approached, wearing a broad smile.
“Yisheng, I never imagined you’d hide your talents so well! Your basketball skills are amazing.”
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” Feng Yisheng enjoyed bragging before his classmates.
He chatted with Jiang Zhiming for a while, then class began. The second semester of junior year was mostly teachers lecturing on exam papers and students endlessly writing them.
Just like that, they reached the third period.
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After the third period, a teacher sought him out—Yang Yong, who had watched Friday’s match from the sidelines, though Feng Yisheng didn’t know him.
Yang Yong called Feng Yisheng outside and said, “Feng Yisheng, I’d like to treat you to lunch today!”
“Alright!” Feng Yisheng readily agreed.
“But you are…?”
“I’m the coach of the senior basketball team.”
“Oh, I see! Then let’s talk over lunch,” Feng Yisheng replied.
Yang Yong nodded and left, surprised by Feng Yisheng’s quick acceptance.
Feng Yisheng returned to class. He was not one to skip lessons; in fact, he had nowhere else to go, so he might as well stay. He could always tease Chen Yunxi when the opportunity arose.
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At noon, Feng Yisheng stood by the junior classroom building, watching from afar as Yang Yong arrived on a little scooter.
Feng Yisheng hopped on, and together they went to a small restaurant near the school gate.
He ordered twice-cooked pork and braised grass carp, while Yang Yong chose stir-fried pork intestines.
While waiting for the food, Feng Yisheng watched Yang Yong silently.
Yang Yong spoke first. “Feng Yisheng, I sought you out because of last Friday’s basketball game.”
“Your performance was truly dazzling. This semester has three months left. Next semester, you’ll be seniors. Your basketball skills are among the best high school students in all of China.”
“And your uncanny shooting accuracy is simply genius. You haven’t even trained much, yet your talent is extraordinary.”
Yang Yong’s praise would have left any ordinary high schooler dizzy with delight. But Feng Yisheng remained calm.
“Uh… Teacher, I’m aware of my talent. But what exactly do you mean?”
“Well, Feng Yisheng, I’d like to invite you to join the basketball team…”
Seeing Yang Yong about to continue, Feng Yisheng cut him off. “Impossible.”
“I almost got a concussion from the basketball team that day. I haven’t even settled scores with them yet.”
“Feng Yisheng…”
Yang Yong persisted, but now Feng Yisheng grew angry.
“Mr. Yang, I appreciate the meal, but this is something I can never agree to.”
With that, Feng Yisheng stopped looking at Yang Yong, walked straight out, and paid the bill before leaving.
Yang Yong wasn’t one to give up easily. He felt he’d have to gradually change Feng Yisheng’s mind.
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Leaving the restaurant, Feng Yisheng rented a shared bicycle at the door and rode along Zhonggu Avenue.
It was just past noon, the rush hour for lunch breaks.
Whistling, utterly relaxed, he nearly rode hands-free. Glancing to the right, he spotted a familiar face—Li Ran, the woman who’d sat next to him on the plane a week ago.
But Feng Yisheng had no intention of greeting her; they weren’t close.
Li Ran seemed to have just finished lunch and was heading back.
Just then, a van passed by her, blocking Feng Yisheng’s view.
The van stopped barely two seconds before moving on, but when Feng Yisheng looked again, Li Ran had disappeared.
Could she have gotten into the van?
He was puzzled. Surely not! Absolutely not!
From her attire, Li Ran didn’t look like someone who would ride in a van. If not, then had a kidnapping really occurred in broad daylight? So audacious!
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Driven by curiosity, Feng Yisheng followed, sending a message to Jiang Zhiming asking him to request leave on his behalf.
Then, riding the shared bicycle, he gave chase. Thanks to his modified body, he managed to keep up; otherwise, an ordinary person on a shared bike chasing a van would be miraculous.
Feng Yisheng’s wild sprint on the road attracted plenty of attention from pedestrians.
Fortunately, he kept at least thirty meters behind the van, so those inside didn’t notice him.
He followed the van all the way to the outskirts, into the industrial district.
When the van finally stopped, Feng Yisheng quickly braked, quietly trailing behind.
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Meanwhile, in a Grade A office building in the new district of Changnan City…