Chapter 59: The Anchor Brother Loves Me 06 [Brother, stop smoking...

The villa's study was filled with smoke.

Li Feng leaned back in his gaming chair, a half-burned cigarette between his fingertips, staring at the computer screen with a furrowed brow.

On the screen was the ID that he had temporarily “paroled” from the blacklist—Brother Feng’s little tail.

Less than ten seconds after he released the person, the avatar started jumping wildly.

Li Feng's eyes fixed and he clicked it.

Feng Ge's little tail: [Brother, stop smoking, smoke me (covering face shyly.jpg)]

Li Feng: “……?”

His fingers trembled, and a long piece of ash fell down, landing precisely in the gap of his limited edition mechanical keyboard.

Hold!

How did this guy know he was smoking?!

The study door is closed tightly, the sound insulation is excellent, and the smell cannot escape.

Did this guy have X-ray vision? Or was there a surveillance camera installed in his study? Li Feng's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife, scanning every corner of the room. The seeds of suspicion began to grow wildly.

Who is this little tail? Is he really related to that bumpkin at home?

Unfortunately, this time, Xiaoweiba only harassed him with simple verbal attacks and did not send him any photos for him to find evidence.

In the living room downstairs, Ye Ling was curled up on the sofa with a frown on her face, holding her phone. She seemed calm, but her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

[Host! Well done!] 778's electronic voice echoed passionately in Ye Ling's head. ['Hit me!' What a classic quote from a maniac. Li Feng must have been deeply shocked by your bold and unrestrained confession! Disgust level UP! UP!]

Ye Ling looked at the line of text she had sent, her cheeks burning hot: […Are you sure he won’t report me and get my account banned?]

He is just a weak, pitiful and helpless little bird!

[Don't worry! The male protagonists in Jinjiang have seen everything! This level is just a drop in the bucket! !] 778 was brimming with confidence.

There was no response from Li Feng.

Ye Ling probably thought that his private mailbox was too full and he didn't see her message, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, 778 conveyed a new plot point: [Host, use this month of summer vacation to fully utilize your subjective initiative and beg Li Feng to accompany you in a teasing manner! !]

[Hmm...what should I ask him to do with me?] Ye Ling thought for a long time, scratching her hair in distress.

When he finally knocked on the study door after much hesitation, he immediately heard the sound of someone walking in slippers behind the door. Before he could change his mind or slip away, the door was completely opened.

"……elder brother?"

Li Feng looked at him silently, his face expressionless and with a faint smell of cigarettes around him.

Ye Ling hurriedly forced out the most innocent and dependent expression, and said in a soft voice: "Brother... I want to get my driver's license before school starts... but..." He twisted the corner of his clothes with his fingers and lowered his eyes, "I'm a little scared to be alone... Can you... accompany me to the driving school?"

He quietly raised his eyes, observing Li Feng's reaction, and then used all the praise words he had found online: "You drive so well, so steadily and quickly, better than any driver I've ever seen! If you could watch me from the side, I definitely wouldn't be afraid!"

Li Feng remained silent.

The unbridled harassing "little tail" on the other end of the Internet, and the bumpkin in front of you with flickering eyes and stammering even when flattering... can these two really be equated?

A strong sense of disharmony and a desire to explore finally prevailed. He wanted to see what this guy was up to.

"Yeah." Li Feng squeezed out a single sound from his throat, which was considered as his agreement.

"Really? Thank you, brother! You're the best!" Ye Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and he almost jumped up with joy. His smile was bright and without any gloom, and he looked like a silly boy who was satisfied with the promise he got.

...How could this idiot, who gets negative acting points, really have the guts to say something like that online?

The next day, at the driving school training ground.

Under the scorching sun, a training car drew a strange S-shaped route in an open field, twisting and turning like a drunk snake.

On the passenger seat, Li Feng's face was darker than the bottom of a pot, and his bony hands were tightly grasping the armrest on the roof.

"Clutch! Lift slowly! Look at the road! Look at the road!!" Li Feng's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, with a low pressure that was about to explode.

He regretted it. He shouldn't have come to accompany this troublemaker!

In the driver's seat, Ye Ling looked "nervous" and "innocent." His hazelnut eyes were wide open as he stared intently at the front, muttering to himself, "Oh, clutch... lift... lift!"

He seemed to be obedient and accepting the advice, but his feet suddenly loosened and his hands on the steering wheel twisted for some unknown reason.

The car was like a spinning top that was whipped, and it swung to the side like a dragon's tail!

“Squeak—Gah!”

The tires made a teeth-grinding sound of friction with the ground.

Li Feng felt as if his entire body was being pressed against the car door by a huge centrifugal force. His internal organs were screaming in protest and stars were flashing before his eyes.

"Ye! Ling!" Li Feng squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, his raging anger almost blew the roof off the car.

"I'm sorry, brother! I was too nervous!" Ye Ling hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped in the middle of the road at an extremely tricky angle and completely stalled.

He perfectly fit the character of the "uncoordinated bumpkin", with real panic written all over his face - although half of it was because of the car, and the other half was because he was afraid that Li Feng would beat him up.

The car just stopped.

"vomit!"

Li Feng pushed open the car door with lightning speed and almost rolled out. He bent over and retched heart-wrenchingly at the poor weeds on the roadside.

The image of a cool and aloof male god, the image of an esports star, was shattered to pieces by the overwhelming motion sickness. He felt like he was about to vomit bile.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Ye Ling exclaimed, hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of the car. She rushed over without thinking, and in a hurry she stretched out her hand, as if trying in vain to catch something, and handed it under Li Feng's chin.

"Brother, you...you spit here..."

Li Feng: “……?”

He suddenly stopped retching, slowly raised his eyes which were slightly red from physiological tears, and stared in confusion at the pair of white, slender, clean hands that were about to hit his face.

...What kind of idiot is this guy?

What's ridiculous is that he was actually made to... vomit by this stupid and refreshing behavior.

Li Feng stood up straight, his face a little pale due to vomiting just now, but his eyes were frighteningly dark, fixed on the "culprit" in front of him.

"I'm sorry, brother! I really didn't mean it!" Ye Ling was so frightened that she retracted her hand. Like a frightened rabbit, she apologized repeatedly, her fingers twisted together helplessly, "I'm so stupid, I..."

This country bumpkin...is simply his nemesis.

However, in the interval of burning anger, Li Feng's gaze inadvertently swept across Ye Ling's cheeks, which were red due to anxiety, shame and exposure to the scorching sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell right on it, making the skin look exceptionally white and clear. You could even see a layer of fine, soft fur, just like some furry, soft little animal.

It looks...like...it feels good?

This absurd thought, like an inopportune popping candy, exploded in his brain, which was already a mess of motion sickness and anger.

Li Feng: “…………”

He looked away as if he had been burned, his jawline tense as he forced the outrageous association back into the deepest part of his heart.

He actually felt that this troublemaker was... a little...?

It's really a ghost!

"Get in the car and continue." Li Feng's voice was much colder and harder than before. He didn't even look at Ye Ling, opened the car door and sat back in the passenger seat.

"Oh...oh!" Ye Ling felt as if she had been pardoned, yet also a little nervous. She quickly climbed back into the driver's seat, placed her hands neatly back on the steering wheel, and whispered a promise, "Brother, I'll go slower this time. I swear!"

Li Feng closed his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him, and just wanted to end this nightmarish sparring session quickly.

In the following time, Ye Ling was indeed much more "behaved." Although the car was still stumbling, at least there was no more Speed ​​​​or Dragon Tail wagging. However, every once in a while, he would cautiously glance at Li Feng's face, his eyes were cowardly and pitiful.

"Watch the road." Li Feng warned coldly without opening his eyes.

"Yes! Look at the road!" Ye Ling immediately straightened his back and looked ahead.

The atmosphere was very tense for a while.

Until the coach came and knocked on the car window to inform them that the time was up.

Ye Ling couldn't wait to turn off the engine, unbuckled his seat belt, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Li Feng also opened his eyes, pushed the door and got out of the car. His face still looked bad, but at least his stomach was no longer churning.

The two of them walked towards the entrance of the driving school in silence, one in front and one behind.

Ye Ling secretly looked at Li Feng's cold and hard back, hesitated for a moment, and finally trotted over to catch up with him. She walked side by side with him and whispered, "Brother... thank you so much for today. And... I'm sorry for making you feel bad."

Li Feng didn't stop, nor did he look at him, but just snorted lightly with an ambiguous tone.

Ye Ling wasn't sure what he meant by that, so she started flattering him again without thinking: "Brother... when you sit next to me, I'm still nervous, but I feel much more at ease! You're so reliable! I feel much more secure with you than with the coach, and you're even better than the coach!"

Li Feng paused for a moment.

He tilted his head and finally glanced down at Ye Ling. The boy's golden hair was soft and bright in the sunset, and his eyes were clear and clumsy, full of sincerity trying to please him - even though his acting was terrible.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the wild, shocking, and even potentially overpowering "Brother Feng's little tail" on the Internet.

Is it really just a coincidence?

Haha, only a ghost would believe that.

Li Feng frowned, withdrew his gaze, quickened his pace and continued walking forward.

Ye Ling looked at his suddenly quickened pace and hurried to catch up in a daze, her heart in turmoil.

[Host, keep it up! Your tea art may be extremely poor, but this is the effect we want!] 778 encouraged, [Make him hate you! Until he can no longer tolerate you! Throw you out of the house! ! !]

Ye Ling: “…” This is even more terrifying!