At 11 PM, Luofeng returned to the dormitory at the School of Economics.
As he passed the first floor, Luofeng saw the dormitory supervisor uncle.
Then he gave him a pack of cigarettes.
"Teacher Zhang, I don’t smoke, you help me handle it, someone else gave it to me!" Luofeng said casually, "Oh, I got it from a friend, so it’s opened, don’t mind!"
Teacher Zhang’s weathered face showed a smile, "No problem, how could I mind? This Heavy Nine-cigarette is expensive, I know! Thank you, Student Luo Feng!"
"You’re welcome, I’m going to rest in the dormitory, see you!" Luofeng waved his hand.
"Sure!" Teacher Zhang nodded, and waited for Luofeng to leave before picking up the cigarette box, only to open it and find there was a supermarket voucher inside, with a value of 1,000 yuan.
This supermarket is near the school.
And a 1,000-yuan limit is just right, not too much for the recipient to feel uneasy, nor like 100 yuan where nothing much can be bought.
Teacher Zhang smiled happily, secretly amazed at Luofeng’s interpersonal skills and high emotional intelligence.
Given Luofeng’s status at Shu City Economic College, he actually doesn’t need to offer Teacher Zhang any favors, and many times, Teacher Zhang wouldn’t make things difficult for Luofeng. In fact, Teacher Zhang needs to actively curry favor with Luofeng.
But at school, Luofeng periodically sends him small gifts.
Teacher Zhang also knows that it’s not just him; other supervisors on duty receive them too.
As people say, it’s easier to deal with the King than the little devils. Sometimes, don’t underestimate the small folks; maybe you’ll fail disastrously because of them.
The most vivid lesson is Zhang Fei.
Killed by the earliest small soldiers, okay?
In the dormitory, when Luofeng came back, he found the three, Li Hu and others, were not studying; they seemed to be discussing the dreamcar.
That is, their dream cars in their hearts.
"Oh? Our Brother Feng is back? How many rounds today?" Li Hu immediately teased.
They say in a girls’ dormitory, you can’t imagine how crazy their topics can be.
But in a boys’ dormitory, it’s not much different.
Zhang Long laughed and joined in, "We thought you wouldn’t be back today, as it’s Friday — aren’t you supposed to stay out overnight with the Shangguan Sisters?"
"Don’t talk nonsense, there’s nothing between us; we’re just friends!" Luofeng said seriously.
WangGui gave a thumbs up, "No wonder you’re Brother Feng! Perfect answer! Or wait, did you squeeze dry?"
Squeeze dry?
Well...then...
Li Hu exclaimed, "I finally know why I haven’t succeeded; it’s because I don’t have Brother Feng’s thick skin! Clearly everything’s ready, but still acting like nothing happened?"
Though Luofeng hasn’t told them the progress with the Shangguan Sisters.
But as fellow men, they’ve guessed quite a bit, right?
Moreover, they’re in the same dormitory?
Zhang Long agreed, "Exactly!"
"Get lost, you three are all wretched! Don’t talk about me; you’re all much thicker-skinned." Luofeng made complaints, "Especially WangGui, this thick-browed and big-eyed guy is secretly a scum man, thinking about the pot while eating from the pan!"
Li Hu shook his head, "I don’t think WangGui has a problem; thinking isn’t a crime, right?"
"Yeah, when I’m thinking about Mi Mi, I’m also thinking about Reba — what of it, am I scum? I’m not!" Zhang Long joked.
"Yes, just thinking isn’t a crime, unlike some people who not only think but also take action?" WangGui laughed.
"Wow, you three dog sons united, so harmonious?" Luofeng made complaints, looking at them suspiciously.
Li Hu shook his head, "We’re just talking about dream cars — all three of us have the same one!"

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