Huayu: The Unbelievable Matching Mechanism of Jay Chou's Love Songs

"Huff... huff..."

"Oh! Push harder!"

"Yes! Oh~"

On the street in the early morning, Feng Zheng, dressed in sportswear, was bending Wang Xinling's foot, saying with a helpless expression:

"Could you please keep your voice down? It's easy for people to misunderstand."

Wang Xinling blushed slightly, perhaps realizing that her shouts had sounded a bit strange. She looked around to make sure no one was watching before saying to Feng Zheng, "There's no one around, no one will hear us."

"?"

Feng Zheng gave Wang Xinling a strange look, thinking to himself, "Are you implying something to me?"

Wang Xinling didn't dare to look Feng Zheng in the eye. She hurriedly picked up her pink shoes and put them on before standing up and limping towards the school.

"What's going on here?" Feng Zheng asked.

I didn't see Wang Xinling on my way back last night. This morning, I went for a run and suddenly bumped into her on the roadside not far from her school. She seemed to have a leg cramp. Feng Zheng didn't care about her leg cramp anymore and went over to help her stretch it.

"Don't even mention it..."

Wang Xinling gets angry when she talks about it: "A new teacher came to the school and taught us etiquette and manners. She also made us walk the runway and do catwalks. We would walk for most of the day, and recently my legs have been cramping up all the time."

"?"

Feng Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Your teacher... isn't surnamed Lin, and is she a woman?"

If I remember correctly, Sister Zhiling teaches this kind of thing.

"You know him?" Wang Xinling looked at Feng Zheng with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know him," Feng Zheng said. "I've only heard of him."

"She's a real beauty, with a great figure and a pretty face..."

"That's true."

"...You still say you don't know him!" Wang Xinling was so angry that she was furious. Her foot no longer hurt, and she chased after Feng Zheng and pinched him hard.

If she hadn't just arrived at the door, she would have ripped Feng Zheng's head off and used it as a football.

"hiss……"

On the way back, Feng Zheng rubbed the pinch marks on his arm and grimaced, sighing inwardly how terrifying it was for women to be jealous.

Shaking his head, Feng Zheng stretched briefly and continued running back. Five kilometers made him forget his worries, and ten kilometers filled his heart with kindness and openness!

As Feng Zheng passed the intersection, he saw the familiar figure again.

Today, Sister Zhiling wore a matching maroon loose-fitting tracksuit, and her jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head. Perhaps because the sun was shining brightly today, she also wore a light blue sun hat.

It's worth mentioning that even with such loose-fitting sportswear, the chest area still bulged out.

Tall, youthful and beautiful, yet sexy.

"Hello!"

Feng Zheng was about to greet her from afar when, for some reason, Sister Zhiling, who was stretching, suddenly glared at him, then turned and ran off without saying a word.

Feng Zheng was taken aback at first, then smiled and quickened his pace to catch up.

It's worth mentioning that Sister Zhiling ran quite fast, probably around 8 to 10 kilometers per hour.

She must do aerobic exercise regularly. She runs fast and breathes evenly. Her warm-up before running and stretching after running are very thorough. She is obviously a professional.

Unfortunately, at only 19 years old, Feng was in the prime of his life. He didn't care about the pace; he just stood up and started pedaling!

They weren't far apart to begin with, and with a little effort, Feng Zheng quickly caught up with Lin Zhiling.

In fact, Zhiling heard Feng Zheng's footsteps as he approached. At that point, she was already prepared to ignore him when he tried to talk to her, but to her surprise...

Feng Zheng panted past her without saying a word, not even glancing at her. He looked straight ahead and swept past her like a gust of wind.

"Feed you...you!"

Lin Chih-ling was panting heavily as she ran, her face flushed with anger, and her vision blurred so much that she almost couldn't catch her breath.

"Stop right there!"

With her delicate hands gripping her slender waist, Lin Zhiling bent over, panting heavily, and angrily called out to Feng Zheng:

"You, you're not going to talk to me unless I call you?!"

Feng Zheng slowed his pace and jogged in place. Bathed in the morning light, the boy was slightly out of breath as he said, "I think you don't want to talk to me, so I figured I'd better be sensible."

"Who doesn't want to talk to you anymore? I..."

Perhaps because she was too angry, Lin Zhiling inadvertently revealed her true feelings. The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Her delicate face was flushed, whether from panting or anger, and her expression at that moment seemed to say:

"Mudworm crisps are basically red eggs!"

"snort!"

She stomped her foot in frustration, completely losing her will to run, and turned to leave...

There was actually a step behind Lin Chih-ling, but she didn't notice it because she was in a hurry to turn around, and that led to...

"ah!"

He fell to the ground.

"Feed..."

Feng Zheng stopped fussing and quickly ran over.

"Are you alright?"

He was polite and gentlemanly, supporting Lin Chih-ling's shoulder as they sat down by the roadside. Perhaps because of the fall, Lin Chih-ling's hair was a little disheveled, with her dark hair cascading down her cheeks, creating a sense of broken beauty.

"hiss……"

She first gasped and rubbed her knees, then, as if remembering something, tears welled up in her eyes. Clenching her teeth, she slapped Feng Zheng's hand away and shouted:

"You're fast, aren't you? Just run! What do you care about me?!"

Unexpectedly, the well-mannered Zhiling also has a tantrum side, which made Feng Zheng laugh...

"Don't push yourself. There's a pharmacy up ahead. I'll carry you there and buy some medicated wine to rub on it."

Feng Zheng noticed that Lin Zhiling was constantly covering her right ankle with her right hand, which looked like a sprain. In any case, it was his fault. Who could bear to leave such a delicate and beautiful woman lying here?

Lin Zhiling wanted to refuse, but Feng Zheng squatted down in front of her and waved his hand, saying, "Come on up."

Feng Zheng is actually the type with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He has broad shoulders, a large build, and a height of over 1.8 meters, which makes him look very robust. Even a "big car" like Sister Zhiling can be easily handled by him.

Lin Zhiling wiped away her tears, feeling wronged. She hadn't wanted to use Feng Zheng and wanted to try to stand up and walk back herself, but she had only taken two steps forward when she almost stumbled and fell...

Helpless, she had no choice but to move forward a little, reach around Feng Zheng's neck, and lie on top of him.

Carrying a girl on your back really depends on your character. A person with good character will make fists and place their forearms under the girl's knees, letting her hook them with her hands and legs; a person with bad character…

Haha, with both hands outstretched, I'm rubbing that perky butt from head to toe!

Feng Zheng did a good job in this regard. He belongs to the former category. In addition, when he helped Lin Zhiling, he supported her shoulder instead of touching any place he shouldn't have. Therefore, even if Lin Zhiling was angry with him, it cannot be denied that he was very polite and tactful.

only……

Such a scene is obviously more likely to cause misunderstanding.

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