"Alright, He Teng!" Feng Zheng smiled without saying anything else, and immediately began calling He Teng by his name. Then he turned to He Zhilan, asking, "Is that girl your sister?"
"Who are you calling a girl?" questioned He Zhilan, also laughing helplessly, "I’m the same age as you, studying at Capital University next door, also a freshman like you!"
Feng Zheng clearly didn’t expect He Zhilan to be a freshman at Capital University. Upon hearing her words, he looked as if his eyeballs might pop out from surprise, "I can’t believe it! You look so young! I thought you were only sixteen! He Teng, your sister is impressive. She even got into Capital University!"
He Teng glanced at He Zhilan, inwardly thinking that Feng Zheng must have wasted his eyesight if he couldn’t even see clearly. Could his wife possibly look like a sixteen-year-old? While she may be thin and look delicate, she definitely didn’t look that young!
Of course, He Teng wouldn’t admit that if He Zhilan looked like a sixteen-year-old, he himself might appear even older.
He Teng didn’t have many belongings, and with the swift helping hands of Feng Zheng, He Zhilan finished organizing in just five minutes. Then she sat on He Teng’s bed chatting with him.
"Brother, I’ll come to see you every weekend from now on. If you need anything at school, you can ask Feng Zheng for help. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to offer a hand. I can tell Feng Zheng is eager to help others, right, Feng Zheng?" He Zhilan concluded, not forgetting to ask the person in question.
"Of course! If I, Feng Zheng, have any strengths, it’s that I’m always willing to lend a hand!" Feng Zheng felt over the moon being complimented by He Zhilan. He eagerly agreed with her, even emphasizing his eagerness, "He Teng, don’t hesitate or be shy to tell me if you ever need any help. If you don’t let me know, I’ll be upset. If you don’t let me help, it’ll mean you are looking down on me, Feng Zheng!"
He Teng noticed the subtle, cunning smile on He Zhilan’s face and secretly laughed. He thought she was merely playing along with Feng’s straightforward character and he debated whether to scold her for her scheming or to call her mischievous.
However, sitting in the dormitory of the Capital Military Academy, He Teng was in high spirits. He had planned to study here for a significant amount of time, living a life similar to He Zhilan’s.
"There’s nothing else to do here. You should go back to your school. It’s not safe at night." He Teng gazed at He Zhilan, who was enjoying her conversation with Feng Zheng. He suddenly interrupted them and rose with the help of his walking stick. He was initially planning to call Lin Deng, but remembering Lin Deng was with Gu En and thinking about Gu En’s reluctance when he was dragged away, he said, "It’s still early. I’ll take you back to school."
"No need. I can get back by myself. It’s nearby," brushed off He Zhilan, gesturing at He Teng’s leg. "If you accompany me back , I won’t feel at ease until I get you back here. This back and forth would never end! I’m not a child, and it’s not even dark yet!"
"He Teng, what if I take He Zhilan back? You can trust me completely. Even though I’m a freshman, my skills and physical abilities aren’t a bit inferior to the seniors!" Upon hearing that it was about taking He Zhilan back, Feng Zheng became immediately enthusiastic. Unfortunately, before He Teng could respond, the dormitory phone rang. It was Gu En calling, asking if He Zhilan was ready to leave, as they could meet at the intersection up ahead.