Absolutely! Here's Chapter 13, filled with all the charm, shock, internal chaos, and
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Everyone knew Lin Feng's English was... decent. Nothing special. Certainly not bad, just average—a solid 7/10 if they were being generous. He used to stutter a little under pressure and once mispronounced "Worcestershire" so badly, even the classroom gecko looked offended.
But today?
Today was something else.
As Lin Feng stood and began to read, a ripple passed through the class. His voice, smooth like velvet and wrapped in a soft, almost imperceptible British accent, floated through the air like a breeze scented with lavender and sin.
He wasn't reading—he was performing. With poise. With perfect pacing. Each word, each syllable, flowed out with intention.
His "th"s were sharp. His vowels were round. His "r"s had just the right roll.
It wasn't forced—it wasn't arrogant.
It was just... elegant.
Like an angel whispering a bedtime story directly into your ear.
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The Classroom Reaction
A girl near the window literally clutched her chest.
"Am I dying? Is this what cardiac arrest feels like?" she whispered.
"Did we just get teleported into a BBC audio drama?" another girl muttered, cheeks flushed.
Even a few boys dropped their pens. One stared, mouth agape, before muttering bitterly, "God gave him looks, abs, and now pronunciation? I only got dandruff."
Another leaned in toward his friend and whispered, "Bro, if he speaks like that, I'm switching teams."
"Dude…"
"I'm just saying—respectfully."
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But none of them were as shocked as Miss Zhang Rui.
The hot English teacher—cool, composed, and capable—found herself genuinely stunned.
She blinked. Then blinked again.
Was that… was that an accent?
A British accent?!
Where the hell did this panda-eyed teen student of hers pick that up?
She didn't even want to interrupt. She was just… listening. Mesmerized.
His voice was deep but soft, confident but never overbearing. It was the kind of voice that made people trust you, or fall in love with you, or sign a questionable investment deal because your cadence made it sound right.
When Lin Feng finished, he closed the book gently and looked up with a soft smile.
"I'm done, teacher."
That smile.
That smile should've been illegal.
Miss Zhang Rui's brain short-circuited.
"…Ye-Yeah," she blurted, louder than she meant to. Then hurriedly coughed and looked down at her book. "I mean... yes. Good. Thank you, Lin Feng."
She paused, still stunned, and thought to herself:
Control yourself, Zhang Rui. You're a 28-year-old professional. You are the authority figure here. You cannot be drooling over—
—a very beautiful teenager with abs, a deep voice, perfect English, and a smile that could fundraise for an orphanage with one flash.
She internally slapped herself.
Get it together, woman!
Outwardly, she cleared her throat again and said, with forced composure, "So... class. Let's continue."
She turned toward the board.
Didn't risk another look at him.
Didn't trust herself.
The students didn't miss her awkward shuffle, though.
Lin Feng sat back down like nothing happened, calmly opening his notebook. Internally? He was laughing.
Still got it, he thought.
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Absolutely! Here's the continuation of the scene—a seamless, humorous, and emotionally rich blend of internal thoughts, reactions, and that delightful Lin Feng + System dynamic. This will follow right after Lin Feng finishes reading and Miss Zhang Rui awkwardly regains her composure.
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As Miss Zhang Rui turned back to the board, cheeks faintly pink, trying to get through the rest of the class without combusting from the heat simmering beneath her skin, a soft silence lingered in the classroom.
That rare kind of silence that screams louder than any word could.
Then—
"Bro…" one of the boys whispered hoarsely, voice trembling with defeat. "Even Miss Zhang… Miss Zhang… the one who rejected a literal model… was blushing."
Another boy slumped in his seat, running both hands through his hair like he wanted to rip it out strand by strand.
"We've already lost the school belle to this bastard… and now our English goddess too?"
"Why do we even live?" another moaned dramatically, slamming his head gently on his desk.
And from the back—
"I got called handsome once by my aunt," one muttered.
"...she's blind though," his friend added helpfully.
The first boy sighed like a man who had lived a thousand lifetimes of failure. "Of course she is."
Meanwhile, the girls?
They were feral.
"Did you hear that voice?" a girl whispered to her friend, gripping her own pencil case like it owed her money. "So soft… I swear my soul almost left my body."
Another girl fanned her flushed face. "Imagine waking up to that voice every morning. 'Good morning, sweetheart,' with that accent—OH MY GOD."
"I'd die happy."
"I want to die happy. Right now."
"I'm gonna record his voice in class and set it as my alarm tone," another declared.
"You're evil. I respect it, hey btw send me the audio note too....."
At the front of the classroom, Miss Zhang Rui was not doing much better.
Despite years of professional experience and a tight grip on her emotions, she found herself stealing glances at Lin Feng.
One little peek. Just to confirm he's real. Just one.
He was flipping through the book with the grace of someone reading poetry to royalty. His profile was... offensive. Sharp jawline, soft lips, slight furrow between his brows like he was lost in thought.
He's 17. Seventeen. You are 28. Twenty-eight! she scolded herself.
But her inner voice replied back with alarming clarity:
Yeah, but those abs are timeless.
Shut. Up.
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Lin Feng's POV
Lin Feng turned the page of the textbook, barely paying attention to the chaos around him. He could feel the glances. The whispers. The intense collective mental breakdowns radiating from the boys' side of the class.
What the hell is up with them today? he wondered, glancing subtly around.
Then it clicked.
Ah. Right. The accent.
He almost chuckled.
Guess that's new for them.
After all, it wasn't every day someone went from a sleepy, semi-lazy panda boy to a handsome, refined, smooth-voiced gentleman with an aura that could make Miss Zhang stutter.
But for Lin Feng, this was all normal now. In his previous life, he had been at the top of the corporate food chain. A CEO. A founder. A leader.
You couldn't chair meetings with educated elites, sign billion-yuan contracts, and sit across from foreign board members if your pronunciation of "entrepreneur" made them wince.
Perfect English—impeccable articulation—was just a tool in his arsenal.
A basic one, that took a lot of work to culmimate.
Still... credit where it's due, he thought as he tapped the side of his head casually. System, the Heavenly Scholar ability works pretty damn well. I remember everything I read now.
Suddenly, a voice popped up in his mind, smooth and loud.
> [SYSTEM]: Hah! So mortals remember me only when they benefit!Where's my praise? I made your pronunciation literally perfect , and all I get is a "f*cking pretty damm well"?
Lin Feng rolled his eyes internally.
"System, stop with your narcissism and second of all the pronunciation was from my last life or you could say future life ," he thought.
> [SYSTEM]: Narcissism?! Pah! This is confidence! You're just ungrateful! Back in the Celestial Archives, scholars wept to even comprehend a syllable of my knowledge! You're lucky, peasant !
The system conveniently ignored the statement that the pronounciation was from his last life. (So that's why youngsters don't let narcissism take over you or else you look like an idiot honestly no jokes )
"Yeah, yeah," Lin Feng replied mentally, amusement lacing his thoughts. "But can they do this?" He smiled at a passing girl, causing her to trip over her shoelaces and whisper "Ohmygodthankyougod" on the way down.
> [SYSTEM]: …Tch. Show off.
Lin Feng suppressed a laugh.
He leaned back in his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head in a relaxed stretch, muscles taut under his shirt. The reactions hadn't died down.
The guys still looked like their self-esteem had been thrown under a truck.
One even muttered in despair, "I drank milk religiously for two years and all I got was lactose intolerance! And acne..."
Another said, "I went through puberty too, but I came out looking like a before photo in an acne commercial."
Meanwhile, two girls were still bickering.
"That's my husband!" one argued, cheeks red and pupils starry.
"Back off, homewrecker! He's my boyfriend! I already called dibs two weeks ago after first period!"
"You can't call dibs on a person!"
"He's not a person—he's a blessing!"
Their argument devolved into a tug of war over who would be his imaginary girlfriend, while Lin Feng remained blissfully unaware.
After all, he was just flipping pages, thinking about lunch, well he should have looked at the side when he was thinking about lunch
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[End of Chapter 7]