Chapter 57: The anchor brother loves me so much 04 Post a photo of his legs.

After dinner, Li Feng cleaned up the dishes with a sullen face, and fiddled in the kitchen for a long time without coming out.

Ye Ling was hesitating whether to stay in the living room or go back to her room when she heard the sound of the refrigerator turning on and off in the kitchen again.

He immediately leaned on the back of his chair and turned to look over.

But Li Feng had his back turned, and his broad shoulders completely blocked the food in front of him.

Ye Ling was full of curiosity and walked to the kitchen door involuntarily. She saw Li Feng making caramel with an expressionless face. The golden brown syrup was bubbling in the pot and giving off an enticing caramel aroma.

Next, he poured caramel into the bottom of the pudding cup, slowly added the mixed egg and milk liquid, and finally placed it in the water bath of the oven.

The series of movements flowed smoothly, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Ye Ling's heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

Not long after, the oven dinged. Li Feng took out the baked caramel pudding and quickly turned one upside down on a delicate little plate.

Finally, he took out his cell phone, took a picture of the perfect-looking pudding, tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, and sent it to his mother who was worried about Ye Ling's new arrival.

After doing all this, he left the "task props" on the kitchen counter without even saying goodbye and turned to go upstairs.

Ye Ling was the only one left downstairs again.

The air was filled with a familiar sweet fragrance.

Ye Ling glanced upstairs several times before finally walking over and picking up the small porcelain plate. He then picked up the spoon next to it and gently tapped the hard, crisp caramel shell.

“Crack.”

The familiar crisp sound made his fingertips tremble slightly.

He scooped up a spoonful of pudding mixed with caramel syrup and slowly put it into his mouth.

The rich aroma of egg and milk and the slightly bitter aftertaste of caramel melt on the tip of your tongue, making it incredibly smooth and delicate.

The taste... is almost exactly the same.

Ye Ling's hand holding the spoon paused, and her whole body froze in place, her pupils slightly dilated, and she fell into a strong trance.

This taste...

How could it be...

Shao Ye... ?

The Shao Ye who worked hard for him in the kitchen, gently rubbing his hair and saying "Try it, be careful it's hot"... The Shao Ye who pushed him away in the cruelest way in the end, but resolutely followed him...

Why does the caramel pudding made by Li Feng taste so similar to that made by Shao Ye?

However, he was still the only one in the empty living room. The door of the upstairs room was tightly closed, coldly and silently rejecting any interruption.

He was full of doubts and confused, but in the end he could only finish the pudding bite by bite.

[Host?] 778's weak voice sounded in his mind, [What's wrong with you?]

[Nothing...] Ye Ling came back to her senses, picked up the remaining dishes, and returned to the guest room at the end of the upstairs corridor.

[Ding Dong! Host, please take note! Daily harassment mission has been updated!] As soon as I finished washing up, 778's enthusiastic electronic voice immediately sounded, [Today's KPI: Send harassing messages to the mission target, 'Brother', to accumulate disgust points!]

Ye Lingsheng lay helplessly on the large off-white bed in the guest room, like a flattened bird pancake: [Harassment? How harassment?]

[Good question!] 778 opened up like an unreliable military advisor. [Option A: Deeply affectionate! Send a message like, "Brother, did you miss me today? I missed you so much I couldn't sleep~"]

[……] Ye Ling rubbed his arms and felt goosebumps all over the floor.

[Plan B: Create something out of nothing!] 778 became increasingly excited. ['Brother, did you sneak into my room last night? I think I smelled you~']

Ye Ling sat up in horror: [Isn't this a lie? And it's so perverted!]

778 continues: [Plan C: Straight-forward attack! Send suggestive photos! Like a close-up of a collarbone right out of the shower? Or... a faintly visible...]

[Stop! Stop, stop, stop!] Ye Ling was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the bed, his hair standing on end. [No! Absolutely not!] He clutched his collar tightly.

[Tsk, host! How can you accomplish your perverted mission if you're so timid?] 778 is disappointed with his failure.

"But taking pictures like that...would my account get blocked, right?" Ye Ling thought quickly, coming up with a perfectly reasonable excuse. "If my account gets blocked, how can I continue to harass him to complete his daily tasks?"

[Hmm... I have to consider the platform rules.] 778 pondered for a moment, [Then... tone it down! Find something less explicit, but still irritating enough to make people irritated! Host, use your subjective initiative! Go search online for case studies and learn from them! You can do it!]

Ye Ling quickly grabbed her phone and carefully typed in the search engine: "How to harass someone?"

The search results that popped up were varied and shocking.

"I've been harassed by a creepy guy for three years. He sends me disgusting photos and obscene language every day. I'm about to collapse!"

"Exposed! This pervert secretly films me every day and even sends threatening private messages!"

"What should I do if I'm harassed by text messages? The content is extremely obscene..."

Ye Ling's face turned pale. Those descriptions, those screenshots... were too horrible! Too filthy!

He, a bird, did something wrong.

What did Li Feng do wrong again! Although he was very cruel to him, but...

[No, no!] Ye Ling shook her head righteously like a rattle.

[These are so… so… what the hell!] Ye Ling desperately turned her phone upside down, as if looking at it any longer would contaminate it. [I can't do this! Absolutely not!]

778 helplessly advised: [Host, the point isn't how dirty the content is! It's about making the other person feel annoyed! Feeling disturbed! For example, if you send "Are you there?" a hundred times in a row...]

[Send 'Are you there?' a hundred times?] Ye Ling tilted her head, seriously considering the feasibility of this plan. [But... Li Feng has so many fans, who knows how many private messages he receives every day. He can't possibly read such boring messages seriously, right?]

One person and one system were pulling at the limit of the channel in their brains, and the villa was quiet at night.

[Host! Stop procrastinating! Today is almost over!] As the clock neared midnight, 778 sounded a red alert. [Without these daily tasks, there will be no generous points!]

[What are you posting…] Ye Ling’s eyes were blank, and suddenly, his gaze inadvertently swept across his legs that were resting on the edge of the bed.

He was wearing a pair of loose and soft light gray pajamas, with the trouser legs rolled up a little, revealing a piece of white and delicate ankles.

Um...legs?

A light bulb went off in Ye Ling's head, and he suddenly remembered that when he was searching just now, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the words "post leg photos"?

It's weird, but at least it's better than posting it on other parts of the body! And he can find an excuse...leg pain? Well, that wouldn't be too abnormal!

Ye Ling made up her mind and slowly rolled up the legs of her pajamas to above her knees, exposing her entire calves.

His Achilles tendon is very long, his calves are long and straight, and his skin looks white under the light.

He picked up his phone and struggled for a long time between shame and mission. In the end, he just focused the camera on the middle of his calf, with the background being a simple off-white bed sheet.

“Crack.”

After the shoot, he quickly lowered his trouser legs, as if it would be a sin to expose himself for even a second longer.

Next is to edit the information... Ye Ling's finger hovered above the screen, deleting and writing, writing and deleting.

My legs seem to hurt a little bit~

No! The tilde is too frivolous! Delete it!

[God, my legs seem to hurt a little.]

It seems... okay? But doesn't it feel "harassing" enough?

[Master, my leg seems to be injured? I wonder if I twisted it during the day. Can you help me take a look?]

very good!

Ye Ling closed her eyes, holding on to the tragic feeling of dying early and being reborn early, and pressed the send button with trembling fingers.

A prompt tone will sound indicating that the message has been sent successfully.

Ye Ling seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she collapsed on the bed: [Huh… I’m done…]

His heart pounded like a drum, his ears perked up, nervously awaiting the other party's response. An angry question or insult? An indifferent, unresponsive reply? Or... something worse?

One second... two seconds... three seconds...

There is no new message notification sound on the phone.

Just when Ye Ling thought that the other party might not have seen it, or was too lazy to pay attention——

A red exclamation mark suddenly popped up on the phone screen, followed by a cold system prompt:

【Message sending failed. The other party refused to accept your message.】

The "Send" button on the private message page was completely grayed out, and no matter how he clicked it, there was no response.

ah?

Was he... blocked?

He was blocked by Li Feng in seconds? !

Ye Ling's hazelnut eyes widened as she stared at the prompt in disbelief.

"Oh no..." He felt like crying, his life feeling completely bleak. He hadn't even managed to harass anyone, and instead, he'd been blacklisted! His daily mission had barely begun when it was completely over.

[……] 778's electronic voice also revealed a deep sense of powerlessness. [Host… your 'harassment'… hmm… perhaps it lacks lethality?]

It also began to wonder if there was something wrong with its database. In its view, the host's veiled photos didn't even border on "harassment." Wasn't Li Feng's reaction too much?

[Hmm? Wait, wait, wait!] 778's virtual light ball suddenly lit up. [This means... the target immediately checked your message! And he read it within seconds! That's why he blocked you! Our mission progress has been a huge breakthrough!]

In the study, Li Feng had just finished a high-intensity qualifying match.

He took off his headphones and rubbed his swollen brows. The private message management interface for the live broadcast was still displayed on the computer screen.

The guy with the ID "Feng Ge's Little Tail" threw the other party aside and ignored him after confirming that the other party did not have the ability to skin him.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, perhaps out of boredom, or perhaps because he wanted to confirm what kind of weirdo he had encountered, he casually clicked on the chat box that was already flooded with private messages.

The other party just sent him a letter.

The first thing that rudely caught my eye was a photo taken at a strange angle.

The lighting is dim, the focus is out of focus, and it is extremely amateurish.

However……

His gaze was drawn to the center of the photo—the leg exposed in the warm yellow light.

The lines of her calves were smooth and taut, imbued with a perfect sense of strength. Her skin was a cold, creamy white, dazzling against the off-white sheets. Like fine glazed porcelain, it beckoned to be touched.

Li Feng's breathing couldn't help but be choked for a moment.

This leg...

He forced himself to look away, his gaze shifting to the messy background of the photo.

Very ordinary off-white sheets.

But coincidentally, the bedding in all the guest rooms in his villa is almost identical beige sheets.

A face that was always timid, evasive, and full of "stupid" and "unfashionable" words suddenly appeared in his mind.

This pair of legs that are so delicate and seductive even down to the toes... and that stupid bumpkin whose brain can't be cured even by eating fish?

...are two completely unrelated species.

What's more, the guy who was harassing him probably had some hidden side job. At first glance, the photo looked natural and casual, as if it was just a casual shot, but it was filled with... particularly alluring details.

There is no way that country bumpkin could have such a mind and courage.

but……

However, the account that harassed him very confidently emphasized: [I am a male!]

At least the gender...seems to be right.

As if possessed by a mysterious force, he moved the mouse cursor to the calf and scrolled the wheel to enlarge the image.

Carefully, I examined it again.

Um.

...It certainly doesn't look like a woman's legs.

After finishing this "reconnaissance" that even he himself felt was extremely low-level and boring, he suddenly came to his senses, as if he was burned by something, and quickly switched back to the dialog box. With a trace of nameless annoyance, he threw "Brother Feng's little tail" into the blacklist.