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

Feng Zheng's actions made Wu Zongxian lose face, and Boss Wu was already somewhat embarrassed. This is when the importance of a friend with high emotional intelligence became apparent. Coach Liu stood at the door and shouted to Feng Zheng from a distance:

"You can't feed Feng Zheng like that!"

Unfortunately, Feng Zheng didn't even turn his head. He just waved his hand, slung his bag over his shoulder, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away with a flourish.

"Sorry, Yilin, Feng Zheng has been busy filming and writing songs to release an album lately, he's probably too busy," Coach Liu said, trying to smooth things over for Feng Zheng. "I'll talk to him about it later."

"No, it's okay."

Surprisingly, Tsai Yi-lin didn't seem to mind, waving her hand and saying, "Outstanding people are always busy."

A hint of embarrassment was clearly visible on her face. At that time, Wu Zongxian and the others thought that Cai Yilin minded a lot, and even Zhou Jielun, who was standing next to her, was a little unhappy with Feng Zheng.

This guy doesn't even give Cai Yilin any face, he's always acting all high and mighty... I don't know what he's so arrogant about!

However, this is also good. If Feng Zheng is not interested in Cai Yilin, their relationship will not make much progress, which puts Zhou Jielun at ease.

Just as Zhou Jielun was feeling a little smug, Cai Yilin, who was not far away, suddenly asked Wu Zongxian a question:

"Um...Brother Xian, could I have Feng Zheng's phone number?"

"?"

At that moment, Wu Zongxian, Yang Junrong, Liu Genghong, Zhou Jielun, and the others all had question marks on their faces, as if to say, "Feng Zheng has already rejected you like this, and you still want his contact information?!"

Cai Yilin blushed slightly and quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to ask him to write a song for me privately."

I'd like to invite someone to sing a really good song!

Don't you have any conscience saying that?!

"Ha ha……"

Boss Wu was immediately amused and waved his hand, giving Cai Yilin and Feng Zheng's contact information. His earlier displeasure with Feng Zheng vanished.

Sometimes, Boss Wu couldn't help but laugh and cry at his newcomer. He was clearly arrogant and looked down on everyone, yet he managed to attract a lot of attention with his nonchalant attitude.

Is this the allure of talent?

Actually, Boss Wu could tell that Feng Zheng seemed to look down on Cai Yilin. There was none of the admiration and shyness in his eyes when he looked at Cai Yilin, unlike the way Zhou Jielun looked at him. Instead, it was like a stranger keeping a safe distance.

As far as I can remember, he treated Cai Yilin and the two sisters, Da and Xiao Es, whom I met last week the same way. Boss Wu was a little curious about what was going on with him.

Is he not interested in women?

Not straight enough?

He had heard that many men and women in this industry had certain unusual fetishes. For example, among the three sisters of S.H.E. recently signed by Yuzhou Records next door, Hebe Tien is a lesbian. But someone like Feng Zheng…

It doesn't really look like it, does it?

Then there's only one other possibility...

That's the guy, so arrogant.

Wu Zongxian then became curious...

What kind of woman could catch the eye of Feng Zheng, the old magician?

It's just that Feng Zheng didn't hear Wu Zongxian's thoughts, otherwise he would have talked to him about it. What Feng Zheng likes is not the kind of fair-skinned, thin, and delicate type, but the kind of person who is magnanimous and tolerant.

We must be tolerant, and also...

So far, the only person who meets this requirement for Feng Zheng is his truck driver friend Lin Zhiling, with whom he used to go for a morning run every day.

And today, he just happened to have made an appointment with this friend.

After leaving Wu Zongxian's company, Feng Zheng hailed a car on the roadside, and in about twenty minutes, he arrived at the apartment complex where Lin Zhiling lived.

Feng Zheng didn't go into the residential area immediately. Instead, he went to a nearby medical supply store to rent a wheelchair, and then excitedly pushed it all the way to Lin Zhiling's building.

After making a phone call to let them know she had arrived, and about ten minutes later, Lin Zhiling limped out of the building entrance.

Today, Sister Zhiling is wearing the same light blue jeans that Feng Zheng wore when he first met her. Back then, the concept of "spiritual young woman" didn't exist yet, and skinny jeans weren't discriminated against, so quite a few people wore them on the street.

At 175cm tall, Zhiling's incredibly long legs were perfectly accentuated by her tight jeans, appearing both straight and shapely. Upon seeing this, Feng Zheng immediately thought of one sentence:

"My sister's legs aren't legs, they're like the pure water of the Seine; my sister's waist isn't a waist, it's like the deadly curved blade of Sanlang..."

"What are you looking at?"

Lin Zhiling gave him a disgruntled look, took the bag off her shoulder and handed it to him: "Hurry up and come here."

She didn't seem to notice the wheelchair that Feng Zheng was pushing...

Feng Zheng chuckled, folded it up, and then, with Sister Zhiling looking utterly exasperated, pushed it behind Lin Zhiling: "Come on, get in the car!"

"...You actually got a wheelchair!" Lin Zhiling silently covered her face with her hands. "How embarrassing! I can walk by myself, can't you just take it away?"

"Hey, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't take good care of your feet, you might develop problems later on and twist them frequently," Feng Zheng said.

"But if I go out like this, people who don't know me might think I'm disabled..." Lin Chih-ling said.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?" Feng Zheng said. "If we go out for a meal and have to wait in line, they might let us cut in line because they see how determined you are despite your disability."

"...Aren't you abusing other people's sympathy?"

"No, are you going or not?" Feng Zheng shrugged. "I heard you twisted your ankle and stayed home for a week. I took time out of my busy schedule to take you out for a bath and sauna. I even rented a wheelchair because I was worried you wouldn't be able to walk. And you're complaining about it?"

As he spoke, Feng Zheng was about to fold up the wheelchair: "Fine, I can't take care of you, so don't go. I'm too lazy to push you anyway. Let's each go back to our own homes and find our own mothers."

He doesn't spoil anyone at all!

"Eh..."

Lin Chih-ling panicked for a moment and quickly stopped her, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll sit down. What are you doing?"

As she spoke, she plopped down on her chair.

"Let's go!"

Feng Zheng exerted force, giving Lin Zhiling a push on the back.

"Hey... slow down, don't go so fast!"

"You should tell me to hurry up, shouldn't you?"

"Wh...what? Hurry up! What are you saying! Feng Zheng!"

"I didn't say anything, haha, you immediately knew what I meant?"

You have to admit that Feng Zheng is a real talent. While others drive on rough roads, he can even drive a car from a wheelchair.

Yesterday, Lin Chih-ling texted him saying that she had been staying at home for several days to recover from her injury and was getting bored and wanted to go out and have fun. Feng Zheng happened to be feeling a bit damp in his body recently, so he suggested that they have a "health retreat" and go for a bath and sauna!

The naive Zhiling hadn't realized anything was amiss and thought it was just a simple bath, so she agreed.

Then Feng Zheng found a private hot spring near his home.

Hehehe~

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