Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

night.

After Yang Zheng prepared the meal, he went to the bedroom and brought Zhang Feifei to the dining room.

Looking at the food on the table, it looks pretty good.

Zhang Feifei's eyes widened slightly: "You really can cook?"

Then she thought of something and grinned, "Hey, Meimei hasn't eaten the food you cooked yet, right?"

Yang Zheng slapped her on the butt in annoyance: "Don't say such things. Not to mention it comes out of your mouth easily, you can't hold it back in front of Meimei."

Zhang Feifei said indifferently: "Meimei and I have a very good relationship, she won't mind."

"Just because others don't care is not a reason for you to act recklessly."

Yang Zheng said as he placed her on a stool: "I was too lazy to care about you before, so you better listen to me from now on."

Zhang Feifei paused, then smiled and nodded: "Yeah!"

Seeing her cute face, Yang Zheng couldn't help but pinch her face: "Let's eat."

Zhang Feifei rolled her eyes and said, "Feed me!"

Yang Zheng said angrily: "How old are you? Do you still need me to feed you?"

Zhang Feifei looked at him: "So what did you ask me to do just now..."

Yang Zheng picked up a piece of food and stuffed it into her mouth, interrupting her.

Zhang Feifei chewed a few bites and swallowed it, smiling sweetly: "Delicious!"

This tiger girl is really adorable when she acts cute.

Yang Zheng was also somewhat infected by her, so he simply took a bite himself and fed her a bite at a time.

Zhang Feifei chuckled and said, "When I was helping you serve food every day, I was thinking that sooner or later, I would want you to feed me yourself!"

Yang Zheng glanced at her sideways: "This was all planned, right?"

Zhang Feifei nodded and admitted generously: "After what happened between you and Meimei in Huinan, I've been keeping an eye on you!"

She was a little nervous and shy beforehand.

But now, after what happened, she was completely shameless.

She regained her tigress character.

As if she remembered something, she added, "By the way, transfer 30 yuan to me when you have time."

Yang Zheng was stunned: "Why do you need so much money?"

Zhang Feifei glanced at him and said casually, "If you can't be my boyfriend and you don't give me money, why should I follow you?"

Yang Zheng was stunned again.

For a moment he didn't know whether this girl was really fierce.

There's no way Zhang Feifei really wants the money.

She herself doesn't care about money.

Previously, a phone call could earn her tens of thousands more per month, but she was too lazy to apply for a contract upgrade.

Not to mention that she can now earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

And if she successfully signs a contract with Dousha TV, she will be able to get millions directly.

How could he possibly take 30 seriously?

So she asked Yang Zheng for money with only one purpose: to put herself in the position of being kept and make Yang Zheng feel at ease.

And this kind of operation is definitely something that a real tiger would never have thought of.

"Meimei taught you?"

Yang Zheng asked.

Zhang Feifei paused, glanced at him and shook her head.

If it’s not Zhou Mei, then who else could it be?

A name popped up in Yang Zheng's mind, and he was a little dumbfounded and said, "Could it be Yahan?"

Zhang Feifei nodded silently.

Yang Zheng: “…”

He paused and said, "Why did Yahan tell you this? When did you tell him this?"

"This is our secret."

After Zhang Feifei finished speaking, she closed her mouth and pursed her lips, looking as if she had sealed herself up.

In fact, even if she didn't say it, Yang Zheng could roughly guess it.

It was nothing more than the two girls talking about this when they were gossiping about him and Zhou Mei.

"Open your mouth!"

Yang Zheng took a bite of the dish and said something unhappily.

"what!"

Zhang Feifei opened her mouth like a moron.

This tiger girl.

Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing again.

In the past, he thought Zhang Feifei's actions were stupid.

But now I think it's quite cute.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

A little bit.

……

after eating.

Yang Zheng took Zhang Feifei to the e-sports room again.

The leg injury does not affect the live broadcast.

He went out and drove to school.

I drive a Porsche Cayenne.

So as to avoid being watched again.

His reputation as the "Binli Campus Prince" spread throughout the class group...

After arriving at school.

Yang Zheng asked someone for directions and found out where the Second Religion School was.

It seems that I have to go around the school when I have time in the future, so that I won’t be unable to find a place to attend class.

When he went upstairs to the classroom.

There are already quite a few people in the classroom.

Groups of three or five sat together and talked.

After Yang Zheng entered the classroom.

The sharp-eyed Ding Xiao waved at him: "Brother Zheng, this way!"

His voice was quite loud.

This attracted many people to look at Yang Zheng.

Then there was a sudden commotion in the classroom.

"Wow! The school hunk Binli is actually from our class!"

"Ah! He's really handsome!"

"Hehe, I can see handsome guys every day from now on."

"..."

Most of the people who talk are girls.

For boys...

There is a BOSS of this level in the class.

Their right to choose a mate is naturally one level lower, so what's there to be excited about?

Under the gaze of everyone.

Yang Zheng walked to the seat next to Ding Xiao and sat down.

Ding Xiao introduced a boy to the other side, "This is our dorm's big brother, the freshman campus hunk, who owns a car worth over 800 million yuan, Brother Yang Zhengzheng!"

After saying that, he gestured to Yang Zheng and said, "This is the last guy to come to our dormitory. His name is He Weipeng, and he's from Jiangcheng, Chubei."

He Weipeng is of medium height, medium build and average looks.

He is the kind of person that you just saw, but once you put him in a crowd, you can no longer find him.

"Hello."

He Weipeng greeted him a little stiffly.

Yang Zheng nodded slightly as a response, and then said, "Let's have a meal together when you have time. It will be our first real dinner together in the dormitory."

Ding Xiao's eyes lit up: "Are we still going to Chuci Tower?"

Seeing He Weipeng's confusion, he simply explained: "The meal cost more than 3000 yuan, and there was a super beautiful waitress serving us the whole time."

Xiao Yi on the side added: "The food tastes very good too. It's the best meal I've had since I came to Chunan."

He Weipeng opened his mouth, closed it again, pursed his lips, and then asked, "A meal, over 3000?"

Ding Xiao patted his shoulder: "So, why don't you just call me Brother Zheng?"

He Weipeng immediately sat up straight: "Brother Zheng!"

Obviously, he is a bit funny.

Yang Zheng smiled and nodded: "You won't be allowed to call me Brother Zheng in vain."

The three roommates in this life all seem pretty normal.

That's good.

If I meet a weird roommate like the one in my previous life, it would be really depressing.

Yang Zheng’s three roommates in his previous life.

A giant baby with his nose in the air; an accountant who counts every penny; a nagging person who always raises his hand at every word...

So after Yang Zheng was reborn, he chose another school without any hesitation.

As for the school in his previous life, there was nothing worth his nostalgia.

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

It’s counselor Fan Weiyi who’s here.

A group of freshmen who have just entered college are obviously still thinking like high school students.

Treat Fan Weiyi as a teacher.

But it won't be long.

It must be "Old Fan", "Brother Fan", or even "Little Fan".

Fan Weiyi stood at the podium without saying a word.

Start counting people right away.

He finished counting quickly.

Because there are only 28 people in the class.

12 male, 16 females.

The gender ratio in the Department of Business Administration is relatively balanced, and it is not a very specialized major.

but.

There is no highlight among the girls.

Anyway, in Yang Zheng's opinion, it is no different from a monk's profession.