The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 218 Men's seriousness can be deadly.

After a period of hard work, Qiu Ziyue achieved outstanding results in both Chinese and history.

However, his grades in other subjects were not satisfactory.

She is well aware of her shortcomings and has been looking for ways to improve.

Class monitor Ren Pengju noticed Qiu Ziyue's academic situation and offered to tutor her on the weekend.

He hoped to help Qiu Ziyue with her studies and also take this opportunity to get to know her better.

"Qiu Ziyue, your recent grades are good, especially in Chinese and history. However, there is still room for improvement in your other subjects. I have time this weekend and can tutor you."

Qiu Ziyue shook her head:

"Thank you for your kindness, Ren Pengju. I've already found an online tutor to help me catch up."

Ren Pengju noticed that Qiu Ziyue and Leng Feng were always seen together, and he couldn't help but feel jealous.

One day after class, Ren Pengju couldn't help but find Qiu Ziyue and ask the question that had been on his mind:

"Qiu Ziyue, is it because of Leng Feng that you rejected my tutoring offer? Are you two dating?"

Qiu Ziyue paused for a moment, then explained:

"That's not the case, Ren Pengju. Leng Feng and I are just friends. As for finding an online teacher, it's because I feel that this method suits me better."

After hearing this, Ren Pengju, though still unwilling, realized that he might have misunderstood the relationship between Qiu Ziyue and Leng Feng.

He nodded, trying to hide his disappointment:

"I see, that puts my mind at ease. If you need any help, please let me know."

Qiu Ziyue looked at Ren Pengju gratefully:

"Thank you, Ren Pengju. Actually, I'm very grateful for your concern, and I will continue to work hard."

A gentle spring breeze swept through the campus, causing the green leaves on the trees to sway softly.

Leng Feng was carrying a stack of textbooks as he walked out of the classroom, preparing to go to the library to continue his studies.

His steps were hurried yet firm, and his eyes shone with an indomitable spirit.

Lately, he has been working hard to improve his grades, hoping to get closer to Qiu Ziyue.

"Leng Feng!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

Leng Feng turned around and saw Ren Pengju standing not far away, with a slightly displeased and challenging expression on his face.

"what happened?"

Leng Feng frowned, a hint of doubt in his voice.

Ren Pengju slowly approached, his eyes fixed directly on the other person:

Are you pursuing Qiu Ziyue?

Leng Feng paused for a moment, then smiled dismissively:

"What's it to you?"

Ren Pengju's face immediately turned somewhat ugly, and his voice rose a few decibels:

“Your studies are so bad, aren’t you afraid of affecting her? She’s a good girl and shouldn’t be held back by someone like you.”

Leng Feng stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharpening.

"Stop with your petty thoughts, don't waste them. Qiu Ziyue doesn't belong to you, nor to me. Everyone has their own choices. Her true love will find her sooner or later, you don't need to interfere in her life."

After saying that, Leng Feng turned around and continued walking forward, leaving Ren Pengju standing there, thoughtfully watching his back.

Leng Feng's words stirred up a complex mix of emotions in Ren Pengju, including resentment and self-reproach.

Perhaps, as Leng Feng said, everyone should have the right to pursue happiness and should not be swayed by external factors.

"Wait a minute, Leng Feng!"

Ren Pengju, still unwilling to give up, caught up with Leng Feng and said to him face to face:

"Leng Feng, in terms of academic performance, you are not as good as me. In terms of appearance, we are equally good. Why do you keep bothering Qiu Ziyue every day?"

"Hey, I said you're the class monitor, not that you're bad. I just said Qiu Ziyue doesn't belong to you or me. She has someone she loves, but she has amnesia. Please stay away from her in the future, okay?"

Ren Pengju continued:

"I'm not convinced. I want to fight you one-on-one. See you at your boxing gym after school."

Leng Feng scoffed, "You want to die?"

“Anyone who doesn’t go is a coward,” Ren Pengju said.

Leng Feng ignored him and left.

While Leng Feng and Qiu Ziyue were studying in the library, Leng Feng told Qiu Ziyue that he had something to do and couldn't accompany her home from school that day.

Leng Feng arrived at the fighting gym as promised. He didn't like being provoked and believed that anyone who didn't dare to accept a challenge was a coward.

The spring breeze, carrying a hint of chill, did not dampen the enthusiastic atmosphere inside the fight gym.

Leng Feng stood in the center of the boxing gym, dressed in a black training uniform, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

He had just finished a long day of intense studying and was now preparing to release the pent-up stress here.

Today, his opponent is Ren Pengju.

Are you sure you want to fight me?

Leng Feng's voice was steady and powerful, with a hint of barely perceptible amusement.

"If you're just trying to prove something, then you don't need to."

Ren Pengju clenched his fist, a flash of anger in his eyes:

"I want you to know that not everyone can give up on Qiu Ziyue so easily."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two quickly entered a standoff.

Leng Feng was agile and light-footed, and every movement was full of rhythm.

In contrast, Ren Pengju appeared somewhat impatient, his attacks were too aggressive but lacked precision.

Nevertheless, Leng Feng did not underestimate his opponent; he knew that every real battle was a good opportunity to improve himself.

As the match progressed, Ren Pengju gradually realized that he was no match for Leng Feng.

Leng Feng not only had a technical advantage, but more importantly, he was calm and composed.

Faced with Ren Pengju's repeated fierce attacks, Leng Feng was always able to calmly respond, skillfully defuse the crisis, and launch timely counterattacks.

After several rounds of fighting, Ren Pengju was already panting heavily, and his physical strength was clearly declining.

"You care too much about the result."

Leng Feng seized the opportunity to say, "True strongmen are not bound by victory or defeat, but rather enjoy the growth in the process."

These words seemed to awaken Ren Pengju, making him realize the problem he had been facing all along.

He kept trying to prove his worth by winning Qiu Ziyue's heart, but he neglected the importance of self-improvement in the process.

Although Leng Feng appears thin and weak, he actually retains his superb ancient martial arts skills and naturally doesn't take Ren Pengju seriously.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Leng Feng seized an excellent opportunity and delivered a clean and decisive side kick, knocking Ren Pengju to the ground.

The audience erupted in applause and cheers, everyone excited about the thrilling match.

"A loss is a loss."

Leng Feng reached out and pulled Ren Pengju up. "You can't even beat me, how can you beat Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yuxuan?"

"Who is Qi Yuxuan? Does Qiu Ziyue know martial arts?"

Ren Pengju took Leng Feng's hand, his mind filled with many doubts.

"You'll probably find out later; it's not convenient for me to tell you now."

Leng Feng said coldly.

As night falls, the lights in the fight gym remain as bright as ever.

Leng Feng and Ren Pengju walked out of the gate side by side, and their relationship seemed to have undergone some subtle changes because of this duel.

"Who exactly is Qi Yuxuan? Which school and which class is he from?"

Ren Pengju asked again.

"You're something else, men can be really serious, just like I was back then."

Leng Feng responded.

To be continued in the next chapter.