Chapter 17: Hero, You Are So Dashing

“Haha, this feels incredible,” Chen Yufeng thought to himself, secretly delighted. Just now, not only did he gain points for putting someone in their place, but also for putting the little beauty, Zhao Zijun, and Jiang Tailong to shame, for earning a moment of admiration from the beauty, and for playing the hero—his reward points soared. With that whole sequence of showing off, putting people to shame, and saving the damsel, he’d gained thirty-two points. Adding to the two he had left, his reward value had already reached thirty-four. That was enough to exchange for quite a few things in the Divine Disc Mall.

“Hey, you shameless guy, how come you’re so skilled? Did you come out of some remote mountain forest?” He Xiaoying, having seen Chen Yufeng’s impressive martial arts, recalled the protagonists in novels—those who trained with a formidable master on some mountain, then descended into the city to start their heroic adventures. He seemed just like one of them, especially dressed in ancient attire. Maybe he really was a hidden master.

If I learned martial arts from him, could I become a master too? The rise of the Kung Fu Maiden is about to begin. Hehe!

Mulling over her plan, the petite beauty decided she should be friendlier to Chen Yufeng, lest he refuse to teach her. With that in mind, she clung to his arm, her face sweet and adorable, and said, “Hero, I just realized how especially handsome you are—you practically shine with the aura of a superstar. If you starred in a TV drama, you’d definitely be a huge hit.”

“That goes without saying,” Chen Yufeng replied with an air of natural confidence.

“Uh, so, do you need a pretty female disciple?” The little beauty voiced her wish, thinking that with her cute looks, there shouldn’t be any problem.

But Chen Yufeng seemed to guess her thoughts and shook his head, indicating she wasn’t qualified.

“Aw… Hero, can’t you give me a chance?” She felt rather disheartened, so she kept pestering him, acting even more coquettish, until Chen Yufeng almost couldn’t take it.

Though he enjoyed being admired, if he accepted this little girl as his disciple right now, wouldn’t that lower his prestige? How could one casually accept disciples? Absolutely not.

Thinking it over, a sly glint flashed in Chen Yufeng’s eyes, and a barely noticeable cunning smile appeared on his lips. “I’ve always believed in fate when it comes to taking on disciples. Tell you what, since you’re so sincere, I’ll reluctantly give you a chance.”

“Ah, that’s wonderful! Master, let your disciple give you a kiss!”

He Xiaoying, getting excited, made as if to kiss Chen Yufeng on the cheek, startling him so much that he quickly blocked her with his hand. “Don’t get so excited. What I mean is, if we meet again next time, I’ll consider it.”

Chen Yufeng was speechless. Are girls these days really so bold?

“Next time?” He Xiaoying felt a bit disappointed, but at least he hadn’t refused outright—there was still hope, proving she might be worthy after all. Comforting herself with this thought, she relaxed and giggled, “I know, you reclusive masters all love to play hard to get. By the way, hero, is this your first time leaving the mountain? Are you here to protect some campus queen or the daughter of a wealthy family?”

That’s how it always went in novels: the master comes to the city, becomes the campus belle’s bodyguard, and then leads a life of adventure…

“Oh? How did you know?” Chen Yufeng replied with deliberate mischief, thinking this little girl must read a lot of novels.

But it made sense—he usually spent his classes sleeping or reading web novels. Junior high girls were at that age when they loved to fantasize; how could they resist the allure of novels?

“Wow, it’s true then! I thought this only happened in stories, but now I’ve actually met you! Hehe, I can’t wait to tell my classmates.”

Then, like a curious kitten, she asked, “Can you tell me who you’re supposed to protect? How much do you make a month?”

“That’s a secret,” Chen Yufeng replied with a mysterious smile.

He Xiaoying grew more interested, continuing to pester him: “Hero, I think you should just protect me… or my sister! We can pay you an amazing salary. My sister’s a campus queen too, and a rich heiress—you two could have a romantic…”

Before she could finish, He Meixuan interrupted anxiously, “Xiaoying, what are you talking about?”

“No, Meixuan, I really think you should get a top-notch bodyguard. What if something like today happens again? This hero is so skilled, and actually pretty handsome too—he’s the perfect choice, isn’t he?”

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll leave you by the roadside,” He Meixuan retorted, refusing outright. She saw things much more clearly than her sister.

Though Chen Yufeng’s skills had surprised her, the whole ‘reclusive master’ thing was obviously just something to fool young girls. She figured he was more likely a background actor, maybe someone who had trained at Shaolin for a few years and picked up some moves. He probably just loved performing so much that he even dressed in costume outside of work.

Still, she knew she owed him thanks for what happened earlier—otherwise, the consequences could have been disastrous.

With this in mind, He Meixuan composed herself, smiling as she drove: “Mr. Ancient Costume, no matter what, thank you for today.”

“No need for thanks—you already paid me. It was just a transaction,” Chen Yufeng replied, arms crossed, intentionally putting on a cool demeanor. In novels, beauties always liked the aloof type, so he decided to try it out.

“So cold—does he really think he’s some master from the mountains?” He Meixuan fumed inwardly, but didn’t say so out loud. She just casually asked, “By the way, what did you say your name was? I forgot.”

“Jade Lingfeng,” Chen Yufeng answered, not giving his real name. Since he was already playing a role, he’d see it through.

“Jade Lingfeng?”

“Yeah. What, do you think I don’t look cool enough to pull off such a flashy name?”

“Heh.” He Meixuan was speechless at his narcissism, silently mocking him. She suspected he’d made up the name just to impress girls. Does he really think he’s some hero? Why not call himself Chu Liuxiang while he’s at it.

“Do you use WeChat?” she asked, regretting it immediately. Why was she asking for his contact—did she want to keep in touch?

He Xiaoying’s eyes lit up hearing her sister ask for his WeChat. She immediately chimed in, “Meixuan, are you trying to hire him as your bodyguard? But I doubt he even uses WeChat—he just came down from the mountains!”

“You—you little…” Chen Yufeng felt vexed. Wasn’t she ruining his chances?

When He Meixuan asked for his WeChat, he’d been about to give it and become friends. She was clearly a wealthy beauty, probably the campus queen at university; befriending someone like that could only be beneficial. But now, after the little beauty’s comment, he had no choice but to stay in character and ask, “WeChat? What’s that?”