TSFLIP Chapter 734

Feng Guang joked, “If you two really do know each other, does that mean Grandpa will give me a discount on the repair fee this time?”

“I’ll give you 99% of the price,” the old man replied with a grin. He picked up the God of Wealth statue and walked over to his workbench. “This statue looks like it’s been around for quite some time.”

“Of course. It’s been passed down since my great-grandfather’s time—over a hundred years, at least. That’s why I panicked when it got damaged by accident.”

“No need to worry, no need to worry. It can be fixed. Trust your grandpa’s skills,” the old man said in his usual humorous, easygoing way.

Just then, the wind chime on the door jingled again. Another boy, also wearing the Li Hai school uniform, walked in.

He and Feng Guang locked eyes, both momentarily surprised.

The boy was the first to speak, smiling politely. “Hello, Classmate Xia.”

“Hello, President,” Feng Guang echoed his tone with a smile of her own.

The old man looked up from his work. “So you two really do know each other.”

Feng Guang quickly put on a bright smile. “Han Chen is our school’s student council president. Practically everyone at school knows him. Even the teachers always tell us to learn from him.”

“Oh? So, is my grandson that impressive?” The old man’s kindly gaze settled on Han Chen.

“It’s nothing, really,” Han Chen said.

He had never told his grandfather about his role at school or the awards he’d earned. To him, he had only done what was within his ability—nothing extraordinary.

Feng Guang, however, shot him a surprised look. If acing every test and being elected student council president were considered “nothing but small matters,” then what on earth counted as a big deal for a student?

“Sigh, I know you don’t like making me worry,” the old man said. “Alright then, you two chat. I’ll grab some tools from the back.” With that, he shuffled into the inner room.

Han Chen set his bag down on a table with a tea set, as if only now having time to actually talk to Feng Guang. He smiled. “I didn’t expect the person I’d been contacting online to turn out to be you, Classmate Xia.”

“I didn’t expect it to be you either, President,” Feng Guang replied with a shrug, her tone casual.

Han Chen smiled again. “My grandfather’s craftsmanship is excellent, so you don’t need to worry. Your statue will be fixed.”

“I’m not worried.” Feng Guang flopped down in a carved armchair, then glanced up at him. “I just didn’t think our iron-fisted President would have such a human side. I always thought the only thing on your mind was deducting points from other classes.”

“I do think about other things.” His thin lips curved into a faint smile, his tone calm. Against the backdrop of the antique setting, the effect was dazzling, almost otherworldly. “For example, the chair you’re sitting on now—it’s a Taishi armchair made of the finest huanghuali wood, crafted four hundred years ago. Someone once offered millions for it, but my grandfather couldn’t bear to sell it. He doesn’t even let people touch it.”

Feng Guang instantly felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She sprang up at once. “President…”

“Relax, Classmate Xia.” His lips held the faintest trace of a teasing smile. “I won’t tell my grandfather about this terrible thing you’ve done. You don’t need to feel guilty. After all, he’s old now—it’s not like he remembers everything.”

Feng Guang: “…”

No way! With him saying it like that, how could she not feel guilty now?!