C4 Master Qin You Don't Give Me Face

"Alright, we're heading out first."

"I've got to get back to my game."

"I'm not done with my laundry yet."

It was unclear who spoke up first, but the group of gossip-hungry girls was already plotting their escape. The atmosphere had become unbearably awkward.

Ning Huixin closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Upon reopening them, she dialed Qin Feng's number without hesitation.

The commotion had escalated too far, and Ning Huixin felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Qin Feng was the instigator, and she was determined to reclaim her dignity.

As Ning Huixin began her call, those who had been eager to leave now lingered, their curiosity piqued. They were intent on seeing this drama through to the bitter end.

The phone was answered almost immediately, Qin Feng's taunting voice on the other end.

"What's up? I'm in the middle of drinking."

"Qin Feng!" Ning Huixin fought to keep her rage in check, "You have one chance to explain yourself, and that chance is now."

"What's there to explain? Wasn't I clear enough? When did I ever say I was going to take you out to eat? When did I say I was going to confess my feelings? If there was a surprise, it wasn't meant for you. It was supposed to go to Da Qiang and Xu Zi. It was an accidental slip, sending it to you. Is that a problem?"

"You..." Ning Huixin's chest heaved with suppressed fury, her anger reaching a boiling point.

"What about me? After all is said and done, aren't you just being prideful and presumptuous? Enough! Don't bother giving me a chance to explain. I don't need it. I know you've been toying with me, and you've done it for three years. I played you just once, and you can't handle it? Hah! From now on, don't bother contacting me. I'm done with this!"

With that, Qin Feng ended the call.

The mood in Ning Huixin's dorm room plummeted to an icy low.

Struggling to catch her breath, Ning Huixin's hands trembled as she clutched her phone.

Wang Yan and Zhao Yu wanted to offer comfort, yet they were at a loss for words.

The whole fiasco boiled down to what Qin Feng had said: Ning Huixin's presumptuousness was the root cause of the trouble.

Of course, Qin Feng wasn't entirely innocent either. He had intentionally misled her by going to Lee Meng, just to ensure the word got back to Ning Huixin.

In essence, it was a clever ruse—a trap laid by Qin Feng for Ning Huixin.

Was that taking it too far?

Not in the slightest.

Qin Feng had shed his old self, the one who groveled at Ning Huixin's feet. She used to boss him around like a lackey, but sorry, Master Qin wasn't having any of it now.

Before they knew it, everyone who had been in Ning Huixin's dorm had slipped away, leaving only Ning Huixin and two others.

"Qin Feng!" Ning Huixin called out in frustration, her voice barely above a whisper, and then she dialed another number.

No answer?

Blocked!

She opened WeChat in a flash.

Messages wouldn't send.

Blocked there too!

"Ah! Qin Feng! How dare you do this to me!" Ning Huixin was engulfed by a sense of humiliation like never before.

Yet, she saw no fault in her actions over the past three years.

Nor did she see any issue with her attitude towards Qin Feng.

She was also oblivious to the fact that Qin Feng had changed.

Crucially, she still believed she could toy with Qin Feng, but not the other way around—Qin Feng wasn't worthy of that!

Bad news travels fast.

Qin Feng's stunning comeback, the underdog's revolt, spread like wildfire across the campus in mere minutes.

Ning Huixin and Qin Feng quickly became the talk of the school.

But this time, the tide had turned. Few were mocking Qin Feng; instead, most were commending his cunning and courage.

At the Shangri-la Great Hotel.

Qin Feng and his two companions, feasting away, were inundated with messages, particularly in the class group chat.

"Qin Feng, you're the man!"

"I heard Ning Huixin, the campus beauty, was so upset she cried."

"Here's to Qin Feng, no longer the lapdog!"

Qin Feng skimmed through the group's uproar and responded with swift, commanding keystrokes: "No big deal."

After Qin Feng's message hit the group chat, there was a deafening silence for a full ten seconds. Then, suddenly, the group chat exploded!

"So badass!"

"Looking good!"

"That's lit!"

"Holy sh*t!"

"Come on, the person above, is your vocabulary limited to just swearing?"

"What else can you say about this, if not 'damn'?"

"Enough already, you guys!" Lee Ziqing, the class monitor and one of the campus belles, chimed in.

"There we go, the class monitor has blown her top."

"Disperse, disperse."

Quietness settled over the group once again.

But Qin Feng's prestige soared when he received a private message from Lee Ziqing.

"Qin Feng, have you truly given up on pursuing Ning Huixin?"

"Regardless, you're no loser."

"Sticking it out for three years is quite commendable."

Lee Ziqing, as a fellow campus belle, was leagues ahead of Ning Huixin, possessing the wisdom to see through the heart of matters.

Qin Feng shot back a message to Lee Ziqing, "Campus Belle Lee, did my story move you?"

"What good does it do me to be moved? You weren't chasing me for three years."

"Do I detect a hint of a crush on me in your words?"

"Do I stand a chance then, Mr. Campus Hunk?"

"Laying my cards on the table, being too handsome is indeed my greatest flaw," Qin Feng typed, silently urging, "Come on, confess your feelings! The reward for turning down a campus belle must be substantial!"

"I can't keep this up, I've got studying to do," Lee Ziqing replied, dashing Qin Feng's hopes for a confession.

Qin Feng wasn't disheartened; there was plenty of time ahead.

"Qin Feng! Master Qin! You're my hero!" Meng Xu slurred, slightly tipsy.

"A toast to Master Qin!" Liu Daqiang bellowed.

"To new beginnings!" Qin Feng lifted his glass and downed his drink in one go.

The feast had cost him over ten thousand yuan, but for Qin Feng, it was merely a trifle.

Satiated and content, the trio left the Shangri-la Great Hotel.

Pulling out his phone, Qin Feng dialed Lee Meng. After all, he had intentionally set a trap that would surely result in Lee Meng getting an earful from his girlfriend, Wang Yan. Qin Feng felt a twinge of guilt.

The phone rang, and Lee Meng answered with a sigh, "What do you want now, you little punk?"

"Grab your dorm buddies. We're hitting up Imperial Star Internet Cafe for an all-nighter, and it's on me!"

"Holy cow! Hold on, I'm on my way!"

"Ha! Cool!"

Youth had its bitter moments, but it also pulsed with fervor. The bonds of brotherhood among men could be astonishingly straightforward.

Qin Feng and his two companions hopped in a cab and headed to the Imperial Star Internet Cafe, where they rendezvoused with Lee Meng and his roommates.

Nestled in the university quarter, the Imperial Star was the crème de la crème of internet cafes in Magic City, charging 388 yuan per person for an all-night session, and 888 yuan for a private room.

Qin Feng, ever the charmer, reserved a private room with eight computers. His dashing looks didn't go unnoticed by the receptionist, who was quite plain in comparison.

With a suave snap of his fingers, Qin Feng ordered a lavish spread of snacks and drinks. A sly glance in the receptionist's direction was all it took to leave her utterly smitten.