Chapter 78 The anchor brother loves you deeply 25 Who does he look like?
Li Feng grabbed Ye Ling's wrist, like dragging a large golden figurine, and rushed out of the e-sports club activity room and went straight downstairs.
The stairwell was filled with hurried footsteps and Ye Ling's whispered protest: "Brother...Brother, slow down!"
Li Feng did not stop. As soon as the two of them rushed out of the teaching building gate, they ran into a figure who was so elegant that it seemed like he was shooting a fashion blockbuster.
He seemed to have calculated the time accurately. He was leaning leisurely under a camphor tree, holding something like an envelope in his hand, with that unchanging elegant smile on his lips.
"Good evening, Li Feng, and fellow student Ye Ling." Qin Ci's voice was pleasant, with his signature translator accent. "What a vibrant evening. It seems the club activities are quite lively?"
Li Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood in front of Ye Ling like a hen protecting her cubs. His face was darker than the bottom of a pot. "Qin Ci, what are you doing here?"
"Of course... I'm waiting for you two." Qin Ci's eyes passed over Li Feng's alert posture and fell on the golden head hidden behind him. His smile deepened. "By the way, I'm personally delivering this... invitation to Mo Yu Live's tenth anniversary celebration."
Li Feng didn't answer, his eyes were cold: "No."
"Oh?" Qin Ci didn't seem surprised at all. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his gaze to Ye Ling. His tone was full of sincere invitation, "So, Ye Ling, are you interested? Come to Haicheng for a trip. I'll cover your food and accommodations. You don't have to worry about transportation..."
"He is not allowed to go!" Li Feng almost gritted his teeth.
If a little fool like him went to such a place where all kinds of people gathered, he might be eaten to the bone by some malicious guy!
When Qin Ci heard this, instead of being annoyed, he laughed a few times for unknown reasons.
Li Feng's boiling blood suddenly calmed down. Even if he hid this guy at home, he would still be targeted by those with bad intentions...
While the two were fighting, Ye Ling secretly tried to pull her hand back, but Li Feng held it even tighter.
He looked at Li Feng, who was on the verge of a fight, and then at Qin Ci, who was smiling but with a dagger hidden in his heart, and felt like a piece of meat and bone being fought over by two ferocious beasts, weak, pitiful and helpless.
778 skillfully soothed: [Hold steady! Host! This is Shura Field! This is the ultimate goal and highlight of your cannon fodder life!]
"Qin Ci, stop being so pretentious. Listen, I will go to the celebration, but not because of you, and certainly not because of Mo Yu." He looked at Qin Ci with sharp eyes, "Because your old man did help my family when we were in the most difficult time. I appreciate this favor. So I will show up at this celebration to repay this favor completely."
His tone was firm, with a determination to draw a clear line: "After this, we are done with each other. The Li family and the Qin family, the bridge is the bridge and the road is the road. I will not continue to live broadcast on Moyu."
He turned his gaze to Ye Ling behind him, his eyes serious and a little fierce, "And you, Ye Ling, stay away from him. Don't have any contact with this guy anymore, do you understand?"
"Did you hear that?" Seeing Ye Ling's dazed look again, Li Feng repeated it with a stronger tone.
Ye Ling was a little confused. He looked at Li Feng's furrowed brow, sharp eyes, and that tough, overbearing look...
A strong and inexplicable sense of familiarity, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly struck Ye Ling's chaotic mind.
This face... this look... this undeniable strength...
Like who?
Like that stormy night, Jiang Lian, who gave him shelter but also plunged him into panic...
More like that... Shao Ye who locked him with his red, crazy eyes in the dim basement and forced him to leave with the most terrifying look.
They are clearly completely different worlds, with completely different people... Why is there this overlapping, heart-pounding sense of familiarity?
Ye Ling's heart seemed to be caught in a fist, and his breathing stopped for a moment. He looked at Li Feng's face so close to him, his clear eyes filled with great confusion.
[Wait, wait!] 778's voice suddenly rang out, [Host, why do I feel like the protagonist and the top and bottom are about to start a fight? Forget it, forget it. This anniversary celebration is the climax of the plot that drives their relationship forward. I don't know why Qin Ci took the initiative to invite you, but you're going to sneak over and cause trouble anyway...]
Suddenly, Qin Ci withdrew his hand that had handed over the invitation letter and gently smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on it.
"It's really a pity." Qin Ci's tone didn't contain much regret. "However, Li Feng, debts of gratitude are easy to repay, but some things... are not so easy to settle."
He nodded slightly at the two of them, his posture still flawless. "Then I will look forward to the celebration night in advance."
After watching the unlucky star walk away, Li Feng slowly let go of Ye Ling's hand.
Ye Ling regained her freedom but did not move, her eyes still glued to Li Feng's face, with a hint of inquiry and trance.
Li Feng felt uncomfortable being stared at, especially when he thought about what he had just said and the inexplicable palpitations in his heart. He covered up his embarrassment with a gruff voice: "What are you looking at? Let's go."
He turned and strode toward the parking lot, his back stiff.
Ye Ling stood there, even more bewildered. She looked at Li Feng's tall and slender back, which seemed to overlap with a certain resolute figure...
[Host? What now?] 778 was still worried about the plot going off track.
Ye Ling muttered to herself in her head, her voice as soft as a dream: [778... Do you think... Li Feng... looks a bit like Jiang Lian? And... Shao Ye?]
WARNING! WARNING! 778 suddenly sounded the alarm. "Data anomaly! Soul wavelength comparison... match... incomparable... Why? This is impossible!"
Ye Ling seemed not to hear. He raised his hand and looked at the fingerprints on his wrist. That force, that unbreakable strength...
But the forbearance and restraint beneath Li Feng's fierce appearance, as well as the subtle awkward concern... are very similar, yet somewhat different.
It was familiar. But compared to the familiar past... it felt even more intimate. Although he was always startled by Li Feng's outward ferocity, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear in his heart.
If he were to say what he feared most, it would probably be that after his disgust value accumulated to the extreme, Li Feng would ruthlessly throw him out of the villa, and then, just like now, walk further and further away...
He looked at Li Feng's back as he was about to disappear in the night, feeling flustered and confused, and suddenly ran after him.
"Brother! Wait for me!"
Li Feng heard shouts and footsteps coming from behind him, paused for a moment, and slowed down a bit obviously.
"……hurry up."
The footsteps of the little fool chasing him and his own slightly disordered heartbeat intertwined into a chaotic melody in the quiet campus night.
He smoothed the hair on his temples that was messed up by the night wind, stretched out his hand, hesitated in mid-air, and finally chose to hold Ye Ling's four fingers - well, this way it wouldn't hurt.
"Let's go home."
-----------------------
The author has something to say: I've been a bit busy lately, so today's post will be shorter. This world is the last one, and it's almost over [let me check it out]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
