Chapter 60: The Anchor Brother Loves Me 07 Blade: [Then...

Li Feng’s live broadcast night.

In the study, the sound of keyboard tapping was crisp and dense. Li Feng's low and calm command was transmitted through the microphone to the ears of thousands of fans: "Point B, set up the gun. I'll go around..."

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, and the gift special effects exploded the screen.

In the corridor outside the door, Ye Ling was stealthily holding an empty plate, preparing to execute the plan carefully prepared with 778 - the noise interference tactic!

[Host! Go! During his crucial teamfight, accidentally drop a plate outside the door! Rock his livestream! Distract him! Make him make a mistake! Make him hate you like crazy! 778's electronic voice was filled with the excitement of causing trouble.

Ye Ling was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and his hands were shaking as he held the plate. He tiptoed to the door of the study, preparing himself for a "failure".

“Woof!!”

Suddenly, a cheerful dog bark came from the stairs!

Li Feng's family's energetic Husky Cha Cha, seemed to have smelled the scent of "trouble", and was even more excited than 778. He turned into a black and white lightning and rushed towards Ye Ling!

"Ah!" Ye Ling was caught off guard and was hit hard on the calf by the dozens of kilograms of flesh bullet that "pig rushed forward".

The body loses balance instantly!

This time, the empty plate in his hand really flew out of his hand without his control!

“Bang!!”

A crisp and loud shattering sound, loud enough to penetrate the top-level soundproof door, exploded in the quiet corridor of the villa like thunder from the blue sky.

Ye Ling sank to the ground, stunned by the mess of debris before him. His calf was bruised by the dog's collision, and his carefully planned fake fall had turned into a genuine accident.

He rubbed his legs, grimacing, feeling wronged, frustrated, and afraid of messing up the mission. His eyes reddened uncontrollably, his nose felt sore, and he couldn't help but groan, "Woo..."

In the study.

The huge shattering sound clearly came through the crack in the door and through the microphone in the live broadcast room that Li Feng forgot to turn off in time, and reached the ears of all online viewers.

[What the hell??? What’s that sound???]

There was a thief in Blade's house??? A fight broke out???

[What was that loud bang just now? ???]

[Wait! I think I heard someone talking?]

"Ahhh! I heard it too! What a pitiful sound! Who's crying?!"

[Blade!!! What did you do to someone?! Is this a domestic violence scene?!]

[The electronic wooden fish pauses! Let's focus on that crying sound first! Blade, go check it out!]

Li Feng: “?”

Li Feng abruptly removed his headphones the moment the cracking sound occurred, his brows knitted into a knot. He quickly turned off the microphone, abruptly stood up, and flung open the study door.

Outside the door, Ye Ling was still sitting on the ground, her eyes red and her light blond hair drooping. She looked like a puppy who had broken her owner's beloved vase and was worried about being abandoned. She was at a loss as to what to do in front of the porcelain shards all over the floor.

The black and white culprit was now heartlessly playing with a piece of broken porcelain with his nose.

Caught off guard by Shang Feng's face that was so cold it could freeze, Ye Ling shuddered with fear, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried desperately to hold them back, but she looked even more pitiful: "Brother... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

Li Feng closed his eyes and felt his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to throw the man and the dog out together, and said in a calm tone, "Get up. Don't sit on the debris. Dog, put it back in the cage."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the study to deal with the mess in the live broadcast room.

Ye Ling looked at his indifferent back, her heart sinking to the bottom: [It's over, it's over! 778! I really messed up!]

778: [...Host, although the process was tortuous and bizarre, the result... seems to be a blessing in disguise? Isn't it that we are supposed to accumulate disgust points?]

Li Feng sat back down in front of his computer and turned the microphone back on. The screen was completely flooded with comments like "Seek the truth!", "Is anyone hurt?", and "Blade, be a human being!"

Li Feng pinched his brows and said helplessly to the microphone: "It's okay. It was the little troublemaker at home who broke things. No one was hurt."

The barrage is relentless:

[A little trouble? Is this the guest I mentioned last time? ? ?]

[It must be him! That pitiful little voice! Blade, are you being mean to him?!]

[The guest hasn't left yet? Is he actually a roommate?]

My roommate sounds so young.

Li Feng was annoyed by the questions and just wanted to end the topic as soon as possible: "Yeah. He's a roommate. Temporary. He's fine. He's always been clumsy like this."

His words were a disguised acknowledgement of the existence of his "roommate" and confirmed his "young age".

【Oh~~~~ my roommate’s younger brother! 】

Blade's helpless tone...why does it sound a bit doting? (bushi)

[I understand! I have a cute little brother at home!]

[Don't be afraid, little brother! Brother Blade may have a bad temper, but he's definitely soft-hearted! Be careful next time!]

So, what does my roommate's brother look like? I'm so curious! He has such a nice voice!

Li Feng: “…”

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the lights in the villa's study were still bright, and the sound of keyboard tapping was like dense raindrops.

Li Feng had just finished a high-intensity ladder match. He rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and his bony hands rested lightly on the mouse, without moving for a long time.

On the computer screen was the ID that he had just temporarily "pardoned" from the blacklist - Brother Feng's little tail.

He released the man again, not because he was soft-hearted or bored, but because he had a mentality of getting to the bottom of the case.

There is no way. Curiosity about the truth is human nature, especially for smart people.

He wanted to see if this audacious guy who took photos of his legs and sent harassing messages was the stupid bumpkin in the next room who looked harmless but frequently got into trouble.

Almost at the moment the block was lifted, the avatar started jumping wildly, so fast, as if it had been squatting in front of the chat box.

Li Feng clicked it expressionlessly.

Feng Ge's little tail: [Brother, the button of my pajamas is loose...what should I do? (？？_？)]

Li Feng: “……?”

There was even a photo attached at the end!

This is the moment he has been waiting for!

He held his breath, his eyes focused.

He wanted to see what "exciting" content he could film this time.

The photos are loaded.

The expected "evidence" of skirting the line, hinting, or exposing the background...none of them appeared.

The composition of the photo is a disaster, with dim lighting and blurred focus. The protagonists are a slender white neck and a small piece of collarbone.

Pajamas are the simplest style, without any patterns or designs.

As for the background of the photo - forget about the familiar bed sheets that Li Feng had expected, this time it was directly replaced by a dazzlingly white wall, so clean that there was not even a socket hole.

778 gloated in Ye Ling's mind: [Host! See?! This is the wisdom of this system! Blurred background! Only close-ups of key areas! Preserving the tea's aroma while perfectly avoiding the risk of exposure! The main character will never guess it's you! They'll just think they've encountered a high-ranking streamer! The disgust level is solid!]

After sending the photo, Ye Ling hid in bed, leaving only a pair of hazelnut eyes staring nervously at the phone screen: [Really? Is this all that matters?]

Li Feng looked at this photo that contained no information at all, and a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, have you learned to be smart? You know how to hide the background?" He muttered to himself, his fingertips sliding on the mouse wheel, zooming in and out of the photo. His sharp eyes scanned every inch: the texture of the pajamas, the shape of the collarbone, the luster of the skin...

Hmm...it looks very familiar, but I can't confirm it.

etc.

Just as he was about to put this guy back on the blacklist again, his eyes suddenly fixed on a corner of the photo - near the white collarbone.

An extremely thin strand of golden hair, almost imperceptible in the dim light.

It drapes lazily against smooth skin, its color sheer and bright.

Li Feng immediately sat up straight.

The bumpkin in the guest room, with his fluffy and soft hair that glows like gold foil under the light... and the fallen hair in the photo, the color and texture are exactly the same!

All the clues are connected in an instant!

I don't have the supernatural ability to peel off skins.

There are no high-level edge tricks.

There's only a country bumpkin living next door, with weird golden hair, who stays up late at night doing whatever he wants and no one knows what's on his mind!

A stupid and clumsy person who was so bold as to flirt with him and send him pictures of his legs, and now he is harassing him by sending him pictures of his pajamas...Ye Ling,

Li Feng twisted his chin, his dark eyes filled with emotions: absurdity, irritability, and a hint of understanding that "as expected".

This idiot's train of thought was so bizarre that it was beyond his imagination, but it was not completely untraceable.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the teasing sentence in the chat box that seemed like a request for help, then looked at that damn golden hair, and an inexplicable evil fire mixed with bad taste surged in his heart.

Okay, little tail, you're just harassing me, right? You're pretending to be a marginal streamer, right?

Li Feng sneered and typed slowly.

Aren’t the buttons of your pajamas loose?

Blade: [Then take it off.]

Click Send.

Adjoining room.

Ye Ling was holding his breath and waiting for the trial. He was looking forward to Li Feng's furious scolding, or a straightforward blocking notification, so that his "pervert mission" KPI would be completed!

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

Ye Lingxiang quickly grabbed the phone, his hazelnut eyes widened as he stared at the reply that popped up -

Blade: [Then take it off.]

Take it off...take it off?!

His brain went blank in an instant, and all the blood rushed to his head. Ye Ling felt as if all the feathers on his body had exploded.

He seemed to see Li Feng's stern face right in front of him, commanding him in a calm tone: "Take it off."

“Bang!!!!”

A loud bang that shook the earth!

Intense shock and shame came over her, and Ye Ling was like being thrown off the bed by an invisible hand, falling headfirst onto the floor.

The back of his head was buzzing from the knock, and his phone flew out of his hand. The screen was still on, clearly displaying the horrible reply.

"...Awoo?" A confused dog barking could be faintly heard from downstairs.

"What's wrong?!"

Almost at the same time as the loud noise fell, Li Feng's urgent voice sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the door handle being turned!

Everything happened in an instant. Li Feng pushed the door open suddenly, and a tall figure appeared at the door.

In the room, Ye Ling, wearing a familiar set of pajamas, was sitting on the floor in a mess.

He covered the back of his head with one hand, his light blond hair was messy like a bird's nest, and with the other hand he was frantically reaching for his cell phone that had fallen at the foot of the bed, the screen still on.

There was a layer of physiological tears misting in his hazelnut eyes, mixed with shock and guilt, and a hint of... pity that tempted him to commit a crime.

Seeing Li Feng suddenly appear, Ye Ling no longer cared about the pain. She rushed over with her hands and feet, and grabbed the phone tightly in her arms. Her eyes were erratic the whole time, and she didn't dare to look at the person at the door at all.

"What's the matter?" Li Feng frowned and asked the doctor again.

"I'm fine! Really! I just... I just accidentally fell off the bed!" Ye Ling explained in a nonsensical way. He also made good use of his own personality, looking up at the other person with his eyes raised softly, "You know, Brother Li Feng, I've never slept on such a soft bed. I'm not used to it..."

Li Feng didn't say anything.

Of course, he wouldn't believe a single word this guy said, but when he heard the last sentence, "The bed is too soft, I'm not used to it," his mind uncontrollably emerged with the first time he saw Ye Ling, the old T-shirt that was washed white, and then the image of him lying on the tattered old wooden bed under the leaky roof in the dilapidated village...

Such an eye-catching and clumsy guy, placed in a rural area full of barbaric habits, would definitely be the target of angry bullying...

Li Feng's eyes gradually softened.

It was not until Ye Ling got up stealthily and finally took a peek at him that he finally woke up from his dream.

This guy is pathetic.

It's all an act. On the surface, she appears innocent and innocent, but behind the scenes, she posts sexy photos to deliberately seduce...

Thinking of this, his gaze couldn't help but linger on Ye Ling's familiar pajamas for a few seconds, focusing on the open neckline and the faintly visible collarbone.

Finally, he stared straight into Ye Ling's eyes.

The more Ye Ling dodged, the further he moved forward. His tall figure cast an oppressive shadow in the light at the door, until it completely enveloped Ye Ling, who was huddled at the foot of the bed.

He examined Ye Ling from head to toe. Then, very slowly, he spoke word by word: "The buttons on your pajamas... seem a little loose."

Ye Ling: “!!!”

His heart suddenly stopped and he looked down at his collar - the top button had come undone at some point and was hanging there, about to fall off.

It's over! Did he find out? "Brother Feng's little tail"...

Ye Ling subconsciously clutched her collar and spoke incoherently: "No, no! The buttons are fine! I was careless..."

"Are you sure?" Li Feng raised an eyebrow. Instead of leaving, he took a step closer. He even squatted down to Ye Ling's level, stretched out his hand, and touched the shaky button directly.

Ye Ling suddenly froze like a stone statue.

Li Feng seemed to notice nothing as he twisted the rough thread by himself, his tone unable to tell whether he was happy or angry: "My mother uses this to entertain guests?"

Ye Ling didn't dare to breathe, his brain was working frantically to think of a countermeasure, but he came up blank.

When he thought he would be exposed by Li Feng in the next second, Li Feng suddenly withdrew his hand, turned around and walked out the door.

Ye Ling stood there in a daze, looking at his back in shock.

A few minutes later, Li Feng came back with a set of neatly folded cream-colored cotton pajamas in his hand. He walked over and threw them directly into Ye Ling's arms.

"Put this on." His tone remained cold. "It's new and never worn. This way you won't get startled in the middle of the night by a button or something else and fall out of bed... and startle everyone."

"Thank you, thank you brother..." Ye Ling was a little confused and subconsciously said thank you in a low voice.

Li Feng didn't respond. He just nodded slightly and turned to leave, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, Ye Ling felt completely exhausted, and only then did he realize that a layer of cold sweat had broken out on his back. Putting aside the button issue, he really needed to change into a clean set of pajamas.

[Host! I'm so scared!] 778's electronic voice also carried a hint of fear, [I thought you were going to be exposed in advance!]

Ye Ling hugged the pajamas Li Feng had given her, feeling a lingering fear: [Did he even notice? One moment he scares me to death, and the next moment he gives me new clothes…]

Based on this analysis, 778 has given the most reasonable answer after comprehensive consideration: "Our Jinjiang protagonists are all role models of male virtue, and they can't tolerate any injustice. If they've discovered your cover, they definitely won't tolerate you staying at their house any longer."

Ye Ling, however, recalled Li Feng's sudden approach to her fingertips and pursed her lips. [But he clearly...doesn't observe male ethics! He casually enters someone else's room and even touches their buttons!]

"Host, you seem to be worrying too much." 778, accustomed to his host's timidity, explained matter-of-factly, "He heard you fall out of bed, so he kindly came to see if anything had happened to you. He even thoughtfully gave you a set of pajamas!"

……Too.

Ye Ling hugged the clean and soft pajamas and couldn't help smacking her lips, thinking of the delicious food that Li Feng cooked with a cold face, and the hard marshmallow that he stuffed into his arms.

Hmm... Li Feng is actually not as fierce as he looks.

His heart was finally at ease. He could smell the refreshing fragrance of the clean pajamas, and there was an indescribably familiar sense of security that gently enveloped him.