During the entire winter break, Pei Feng didn't participate in any of the various gatherings and parties organized by his classmates. His appearance and temperament had undergone a huge change. Other than Xu Lu, Zhuang Feiyu and a few others, no one else knew about it.
Pei Feng knew that he would definitely be the center of attention when he registered at school this time.
First, it was because of last semester's final exam. Second, it was because of the change in his appearance and temperament.
This was because Song Yaoming had sent him a link to the school forum several times on WeChat. The fact that he had become the top liberal arts scholar in Shanghai in the final exam was being discussed enthusiastically in the school forum. Even the hostile sentiment towards him in the school forum had gradually changed. The number of people who were hostile towards him was decreasing, and the number of people who admired him was increasing.
After all, Nanming High School was one of the top schools in the city. The students of Nanming High School … respected the top student.
As for his appearance and temperament …
Pei Feng's demonized appearance and temperament was most in line with the current trend of young people's aesthetics.
Not only was it in line with the characteristics of a pretty boy, but it also had an indescribable evil and bewitching quality. In summary, it was a "bad pretty boy".
This type of characteristic seemed to be extremely popular with girls everywhere. This had been proven countless times in his previous life in the Immortal, Devil and Demon Realms.
Pei Feng actually didn't like his demonized appearance and temperament, but this was not something he could control. Everything was the inevitable result of cultivating the demonic arts.
Of course, in this life, his appearance and temperament would definitely be different from his previous life. Because in this life, he cultivated all four Daos at the same time. His appearance and temperament would inevitably show the characteristics of the Dao of Demonic Shadow and Dao of Demonic Blood. But this was a matter for the future.
Walking on the boulevard to the first teaching building, he was surrounded by the eyes of people looking at him, as well as the sound of people talking about him.
"Is he Pei Feng? Heavens! He's so handsome! He's a top student, a pretty boy! "
"He's so handsome! How come I didn't realize he was so handsome before? "
"Hey, don't you think … he looks like that? The movie star, the one with an evil aura and a bewitching charm! "
"Chen Kun?"
"Yes yes yes, that's him! Look at that expression and the look in his eyes … it looks like it! "
"This guy used to look very ordinary. How did he become so handsome during the winter vacation? Could it be that he went to Han State for plastic surgery?! "
"I don't think so. Plastic surgery … doesn't feel like this. But his appearance and temperament had really changed a lot! Unbelievable! "
"He's a top student, and he's so good-looking … Ah, I like him so much!"
"Me too! Other than his height, he's practically perfect. I think even Park Shao-yang can't compare to him! "
…
Pei Feng heard all of this. His face was calm, and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked forward. However, in his heart, he felt somewhat helpless.
The change in demonic appearance and temperament was, in fact, like some kind of evolution. It was natural and subtle, and as one's strength grew, the evolution would become more and more extreme.
This kind of evolutionary change was, of course, completely different from plastic surgery. It was like heaven and earth, and it gave people a different feeling.
In fact, the change was not that big. If he cultivated to the peak of his previous life in the Immortal, Devil, and Demon Realms, he could simply be called a human-shaped charm. A smile, a look, could inexplicably tug at a woman's heartstrings. There was no exception for women in the Immortal, Devil, and Demon Realms.
Walking into Teaching Block No. 1, he walked all the way to the fifth floor, and the gazes never stopped. Most of them were girls, pointing and whispering. Some were shy, some were blushing, some had stars in their eyes, and some were biting their lips, not daring to look at each other.
Pei Feng only felt that it was funny. In the past, this kind of treatment was only given to the school hunk, Park Shao-yang. He really did not expect that there would be a day when it would be his turn …
As soon as he walked into Class 3-3, the noisy classroom immediately quietened down.
The atmosphere … instantly became a little strange and awkward.
For the whole summer, Pei Feng's WeChat received a continuous stream of friend requests from his classmates. Of course, he also received some of the videos recorded by some of them.
These videos … were naturally the videos of the last semester's joint exam.
Eating five durians in a row, eating until tears streamed down his face, vomiting non-stop.
Running to the pedestrian street to confess his love to a strange girl, getting slapped in the face.
Standing in the public square and singing "Shan Dandan Blossoms Red", finally being dragged away by the city management.
Copying more than half of a Xinhua dictionary during the winter break, crying bitterly, and begging for mercy in the video.
Eating the Grim Reaper Spicy Bar on the sixth packet, fainted on the ground, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
…
This incident only proved one point, one must be cautious when making a bet, and even more cautious when setting the terms of the bet.
Except for Xu Lu, the girls naturally escaped this disaster, but most of the boys who fulfilled the terms of the bet did not actually complete the bet.
Of course, Pei Feng did not really care about this matter, nor did he intend to be stubborn and fight to the death — it was fine as long as he fulfilled the terms of the bet, whether he completed it or not was not that important.
What he really did not expect was — Vice Class President Wang Liang … actually ate shit!
Of course, he did not choose to live stream himself eating shit like he had promised, he only secretly recorded a video of him eating shit at home and sent it to Pei Feng.
He only dipped his little finger into a handful, licked it, and immediately vomited like a dog. After that … he kept vomiting into the toilet bowl, and that was it.
Even though it was only a lick, Wang Liang really did it!
Just this point alone made Pei Feng feel deep respect, and he began to look at him in a different light.
After all, even he could not do something as awesome as eating shit, but Wang Liang really did it!
His appearance instantly made the atmosphere in the classroom awkward, and it was inevitable that it would be strange.
First, because the change in his appearance and temperament was too obvious, and second, because … most of the boys sent him the video of admitting defeat, but only 10 people did not send it to him.
These 10 people were the streaking gang headed by Luo Yixing, Sun Liang, and Huang Haitao.
The whole winter vacation had passed, and today was the registration of the new semester, but these 10 people neither added his WeChat nor sent him a video!
Luo Yixing, Sun Liang, and Huang Haitao all ran around the school naked for 10 laps during the day, while the others ran 5 laps, and some ran 3 laps.
As soon as Pei Feng entered the class, his eyes swept over these 10 people one by one, with an indifferent look.
The faces of Luo Yixing, Sun Liang, and Huang Haitao changed in an instant, and became extremely ugly.
Pei Feng secretly sneered in his heart, and said nothing. He went to his seat and sat down — the head teacher, Yu Xianan, was also there, and the regular class meeting was about to start, so there was no need to mention this now.
However, since they did not honor the bet, he naturally could not let this matter go!
It was natural to admit defeat, and these 10 people … Pei Feng did not intend to let any of them go, and would never let them go!
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