Absolutely, here's Chapter 11, picking up right from that explosive moment and continuing with humor, reactions, and that delightful school chaos you're building:
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Chapter 11: Who the Hell Are You?!
Fatty Qiang's voice echoed like a siren across the classroom.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
His chip bag dropped.
His phone nearly slipped.
His double chin quivered in fear, awe, and confusion.
"Yo fatty," Lin Feng grinned, utterly amused, almost chuckling. "Forgot your father, huh?"
Fatty squinted. His eyes narrowed. His brain revved into overdrive, frying like an overworked graphics card. "That… That joke… wait…"
He leaned forward, eyebrows scrunched so hard it looked like he was doing math in an exam.
"…Feng'er?" he muttered.
"Yup." Lin Feng smirked, spreading his arms casually along the back of the chair like a smug king on his throne.
Fatty Qiang wasn't convinced just yet. "Nope. Nope. Hold on. I'm not buying this shit."
He jabbed a finger at him. "Answer me this—what name did you accidentally send my mom as your phone contact and she saw it when I borrowed your phone?"
Lin Feng blinked, lips twitching.
"…'MILF Slayer Supreme'."
Fatty gasped. "Son of a—okay okay fine. And the time we bunked school to go to the cosplay convention dressed as—?"
"Batman and… obese Deadpool."
Fatty clutched his chest dramatically. "It is you!"
His eyes scanned Lin Feng's face again, just to be sure. "Bro… what the hell happened in those two weeks you vanished?! Plastic surgery? Secret transformation camp? Did you find a genie and make a wish?!"
Lin Feng laughed, shaking his head. "Naah, none of that."
He raised his eyebrows cockily, ruffling his hair. "Just call it… a puberty glow-up, you know? Happens to guys with genes like mine. Totally normal."
Fatty stared.
Then burst out laughing obnoxiously, his entire belly jiggling like a trampoline.
"HAHAHAHA—you smug bastard. Big thumbs up, brother!"
Lin Feng chuckled, leaning back, his hands lazily perched behind his head like he didn't have a care in the world. "Told you. Genes, baby."
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POV: Classroom — 3rd Person
The rest of the class?
Still staring.
Mouths still open.
Minds still buffering.
"…wait… that's Lin Feng?!"
"…no way…"
"…holy hell it IS him—"
A wave of realization swept the classroom.
They looked closer now—yes, the features were there. The slightly sleepy eyes, the lazy smile, the air of "I'm too cool to try." But now?
Now it was all wrapped in god-tier visuals.
Sharp jawline, sharp brows, glowing skin, those damn abs visible through the perfectly fitting shirt.
He went from cute panda to K-drama male lead with a level-100 charisma buff.
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The boys? Absolutely broken.
"Bro…"
"I'm gonna cry."
"I went through puberty too. Why do I still look like a rusty potato with acne?!"
Another one said bitterly, "I drank two glasses of milk every day thinking I'd grow taller and glow up."
His friend scoffed. "Yeah, and all you got was a fat face and backne."
"Why, God?! I went through hell too! I was a cocoon!"
"And now you're still a caterpillar, bro."
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Meanwhile, the girls…
Squeals.
Blushes.
Complete system malfunction.
They were whispering, touching each other's arms, staring without shame.
"He's an angel. A literal angel!"
"His eyes… I could swim in them and drown happily."
"That's my future husband right there."
"Back off woman! That's MY boyfriend!"
"Excuse you?! I called dibs last week when he walked past the vending machine!"
"That was BEFORE the glow-up confirmed!"
One girl dramatically put her hand to her chest. "Just imagine cuddling him… I bet he smells like vanilla and expensive shampoo…"
Another girl, trembling slightly, whispered, "Did… did you see his abs…?"
"GIRL I DID. I almost dropped my phone."
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All this while, the boys watched the rising squeals with dead eyes.
"God…" one said, shoulders sagging.
"Why do you hate me?"
Another sighed, "I just wanted clear skin and one date before graduation… is that too much to ask?"
"Nope," came a third boy's dry voice. "But you got acne and trauma instead."
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Back at the seat, Lin Feng casually sat, talking and laughing with Fatty like none of the chaos existed.
He scratched the back of his head and stretched lazily. "Man… I forgot how noisy high school was."
Fatty leaned in, still gaping. "Bro, no offense but you used to look like a soft dumpling with sleepy eyes."
Lin Feng grinned. "And now I'm a steamed bun with abs."
Fatty nodded solemnly. "Respect"
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"Respect indeed," Fatty Qiang said, giving Lin Feng a solemn nod, as though the transformation before him was worthy of national recognition.
Lin Feng smirked, leaning back further, twirling a pen between his fingers with ease. "You're acting like I turned into a evolved Pokémon overnight."
"You did, bro," Fatty said seriously. "Fromlazy panda to... Glamitron."
Before Lin Feng could roast him back, the classroom door clicked open.
Every head turned.
Miss Zhang walked in, heels tapping softly, a cup of coffee in one hand and a binder tucked under her arm. She was only in her late twenties, young for a teacher, and notoriously sharp-tongued. Her English was flawless, her clothes were stylish, and her aura screamed 'don't mess with me unless you have a 9.0 IELTS score.'
She had the kind of poise that made students sit straighter and boys lose focus mid-sentence.
Today, her long black hair was tied into a loose ponytail, and her black blouse was tucked neatly into high-waisted beige trousers. She adjusted her glasses as she stepped in, prepared for the usual sleepy Monday crowd.
But then—
Her eyes landed on Lin Feng.
She froze. Mid-sip.
"…"
She blinked. Took the cup away from her lips. Blinked again.
A moment of silence passed.
"…Are you a new student?" she asked, her voice uncertain, as she stared at the boy sitting in the third row near the window—the one with the cinematic lighting hitting just right on his face like a K-drama opening scene.
Before Lin Feng could respond, one of the girls in the front row jumped in, practically squealing.
"No, ma'am! That's Lin Feng!"
The classroom buzzed like someone had dropped a match into dry grass.
Miss Zhang looked between the girl and the 'new student' again, disbelief written all over her face. "That's you … Lin Feng?
Lin Feng gave a polite smile, standing up slightly and nodding. "Yes, ma'am. I've been… taking care of myself."
Fatty Qiang snorted beside him.
Miss Zhang tilted her head, blinking slowly as if trying to make sense of the universe.
"This is… quite the transformation," she said finally, trying to maintain her professional composure, though her expression betrayed mild shock. "You… look very different, Lin Feng."
"Puberty, miss " he said simply, spreading his arms slightly like he was showing off a new sports car.
She cleared her throat, eyes narrowing suspiciously but then smiling just a little. "Well, congratulations. I suppose it did you some serious favors."
Half the class coughed to stifle laughter. The other half looked like they were still recovering from a mass heart attack.
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POV: Class Chaos, Again
One of the boys whispered to another, "She totally blushed just now , right? ."
"Nah man, that was just coffee heat."
"Bro, no one blushes because of coffee, I swear she did a double-take."
Another kid muttered darkly, "Even the teacher's in love now. I'm done. I'm gonna fake a coma."
One more added, "She said transformation like he was Sailor Moon."
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Meanwhile, Miss Zhang tried to carry on with the class like normal.
Tried.
"Open your books to page twenty-two—"
CLACK.
A girl dropped her pen.
Another dropped her notebook.
A boy accidentally elbowed his water bottle off his desk.
Chaos reigned.
Miss Zhang rubbed her temple. "Can everyone please stop staring at Lin Feng like he's a damn celebrity and focus on Shakespeare?"
Someone whispered, "I bet Shakespeare would've written sonnets about him…"
Another muttered, "Dude, I would write fanfic at this point."
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Back to Lin Feng's POV
He sighed softly, picking up his book. The weight of the stares didn't bother him—he was used to attention in his past life, though not exactly this... squealing teenager variety.
He glanced toward Miss Zhang.
Well… okay, he admitted inwardly, she was hot.
And smart.
And knew how to curse in at least three different accents if you annoyed her in class.
He smirked faintly, leaning back into his seat as he whispered to Fatty, "Hey, remember when she threatened to throw her stiletto at Zhang Hao for not doing homework?"
Fatty grinned. "Yeah. He ducked like he was dodging a bullet."
Lin Feng chuckled softly. "Still got it."
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Miss Zhang raised an eyebrow, catching them whispering.
"Lin Feng. Since you've returned with a 'glow up,' would you like to read today's passage out loud?"
He didn't even flinch. "Of course, ma'am."
His voice was smooth. Calm. Controlled. Years of business meetings and presentations had taught him how to carry his voice like a silk-wrapped blade.
As he read, the class fell silent—not because they cared about the literature, but because every word that left his mouth sounded too good.
Miss Zhang blinked again.
Even she had to admit… this boy had changed. A lot.
And it was going to be a very interesting semester.
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[End of Chapter 6 ]