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

The security situation on Taiwan Island has never been good, especially around the turn of the millennium. Otherwise, the parents who were in a car accident wouldn't still be unable to find the perpetrator.

These days, on the streets of Taiwan, just like in New York, people occasionally come here to do some free shopping.

You can doubt a black guy's character and skin color, but you can't doubt his Gucci and LV!

Sigh, I've gone off on a tangent...

Getting back to the point, when Feng Zheng heard someone shout "Stop thief!" behind him, he instinctively turned around and saw a man in a hoodie running towards him with a pink bag in his hand.

He not only ran, but also shouted at Feng Zheng in front of him:

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"

Feng Zheng: "(╬￣ Pan￣)"

Feng Zheng is the type to stay out of things that don't concern him, but what the hell do you mean by telling me to get lost?

"You want me to get out of here? Fine..."

Feng Zheng slyly stepped aside, and then, just as the guy sped past, he silently extended his king-one foot.

His kick, just like the shape of the object at the time, acted as a "comma," forcing the guy in the hoodie who was grabbing the item to stop and fall to the ground with a "thud."

It should have been a relaxed and effortless process, haha~

"stop!"

"Still running..."

"Where to?!"

A few kind-hearted men happened to be behind him and rushed up to tie him up. The bag he had snatched was quickly returned to its owner.

The owner was a girl who was very tall, estimated to be over 1.75 meters. She was wearing high-waisted ripped skinny jeans and a white cartoon T-shirt tucked into her jeans, which elongated her legs and made her already tall figure even more curvaceous.

"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have gotten this bag back." Lin Chih-ling always speaks in such a sweet and coquettish way.

Feng Zheng was a little surprised. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was hallucinating after eating Teacher Huang's green beans. How could he run into Sister Zhiling while just going for a run?

Or is this just the protagonist's halo at work?

"You're welcome, it was nothing." He waved his hand.

After thanking Feng Zheng, Lin Zhiling went to thank several other kind-hearted men. It has to be said that with Sister Zhiling's height, temperament, and sweet voice, the men nearby were all stunned by her gratitude!

Seeing that the situation was getting a bit chaotic, and not being the kind of person who wanted credit, Feng Zheng simply shook his head and quietly left while Lin Zhiling and the others weren't paying attention.

By the time Lin Zhiling came to her senses and went to look for him, his figure was already about to disappear around the corner of the trail in the distance.

"Eh!"

Lin Zhiling called out to him, but Feng Zheng didn't turn around at all. She was wearing high heels today and couldn't run after him, so she could only sigh helplessly...

Fortunately, at that moment, a man nearby said something:

"This young man seems to be going for a run every day these days. You could try to spot him around this time tomorrow; you might just run into him."

Lin Chih-ling beamed with delight upon hearing this: "That's fine too."

Anyway, she recently moved to live nearby because she's going to be a teacher at Wah Kong Arts School, so she considers it her morning aerobics.

As a result, the next morning when Feng Zheng went for a run, he ran into Lin Zhiling, who was also wearing sportswear, in the vicinity.

Today, Sister Zhiling wore a pair of gray yoga pants. The tight design accentuated her plump and full hips. At 1.75 meters tall, she already has long legs, and with these tight pants, wow, she's guaranteed to turn heads on the street!

"That guy yesterday was an idiot..." Feng Zheng thought to himself, "Was he trying to rob me? He'd rather rob me of my virtue!"

Sister Zhiling was holding a bottle of that raging energy drink. When she saw Feng Zheng from afar, she waved to him. As she tiptoed, her breasts swayed in the wind, making people's mouths dry.

"I was planning to thank you properly yesterday, but why did you leave?" she said, handing the drink to Feng Zheng.

"You seem very busy," Feng Zheng said without ceremony, taking the drink and calming his breathing. "Besides, staying would make it seem like I'm trying to get your thanks."

Lin Chih-ling chuckled upon hearing this and said, "You make it sound like someone wants me to thank them."

"I didn't say that," Feng Zheng waved his hand, "Don't try to trap me."

Lin Chih-ling laughed heartily, then extended her slender hand: "Let's get acquainted, my name is Lin Chih-ling."

"Feng Zheng".

Feng Zheng gave it a light handshake.

In the morning sunlight, a young man and a woman five or six years his senior, dressed in sportswear, stood at a street corner, and an atmosphere of chemistry quietly began to emanate from them.

For the next week, Feng Zheng ran into Lin Chih-ling almost every day.

Feng Zheng had a good habit of jogging in the morning, which helped him clear his mind. Although he didn't know why Lin Zhiling had started jogging every morning after that day, Feng Zheng was too lazy to ask...

Just consider it having company.

Before they knew it, it was the day before they were to deliver the song to Wu Zongxian's company. After finishing his morning exercise, Feng Zheng thought for a moment and then said to Lin Zhiling:

"I won't be going for a run tomorrow morning, so you'll have to run by yourself."

"?" Lin Zhiling asked curiously, "What's wrong? Don't you want to run with me anymore?"

"No," Feng Zheng said, "I have work tomorrow."

"Work?"

In fact, Lin Chih-ling had always been curious about what Feng Zheng did. He looked young and should be in school. Although families in Taiwan were generally poor these days, many children would stop studying after high school and go to work to make up for the family's expenses, Feng Zheng seemed to be idle all day long, not like a busy worker.

"We've known each other for so many days, and I still haven't asked you what you do for a living?" Sister Zhiling went along with it and asked casually.

"Didn't you tell me what you do for a living?" Feng Zheng retorted, turning the tables.

"You..."

Lin Zhiling didn't mind. After glancing at him, she was about to tell him directly, but then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled and said:

Why don't you guess what I do for a living?

"you……"

Feng Zheng pretended not to know anything, sizing up Lin Zhiling's figure, which resembled something out of a Korean comic book, before finally saying, "With your kind of aura, you wouldn't happen to be a model, would you?"

"You guessed right!" Lin Chih-ling proudly raised her chin, crossed her arms over her chest to hug her two round and full breasts, and said, "But this is just one of my jobs. I have another one, and you'll never guess it."

"Since you put it that way, it must be quite a contrast..."

Feng Zheng laughed and said, "You're not going to be a teacher, are you?"

"?! How did you guess so accurately?!" Lin Chih-ling was astonished.

Feng Zheng possesses a certain air about him, a calm and composed demeanor that seems to defy expectations. This is precisely why Sister Zhiling has been willing to go for a morning run with him for a week straight.

This only made Lin Chih-ling even more curious...

What exactly does he do?

……