Lin Feng's current feeling was just like falling from a high altitude, opening the parachute, but finding that what popped out of the umbrella bag was a piano.
"Dog system! You are pitting me!"
Lin Feng roared in his mind, and cold sweat instantly came down.
He stared deadly at that line of explanation: [Effective favorability upper limit raised to 60.]
The previous Bronze Lock, although it forcibly prevented favorability from dropping, would become ineffective after reaching the safety line of 30 points (Good Friend). This was very good, very humanized, allowing Shen Linyin and him to maintain a kind of pure "Iron Brothers" relationship.
But now, the upper limit has become 60?
Lin Feng, with trembling hands, clicked open that interpersonal relationship list that was like a time bomb.
Ranked at the very top were still his parents.
[Father: 65/100 (Blood is thicker than water)]
[Mother: 63/100 (Blood is thicker than water)]
This is very normal; above 60 points is obviously the domain of that kind of closest kin.
Looking further down.
[Ren Yichen: 37/100 (Friendly)]
[Lu Mingxuan: 16/100 (Acquaintance)]
[Shen Linyin: 30/100 (Good Friend/Locking in progress)]
Currently, Shen Linyin was still stuck at 30 points. But now that the lock has upgraded, that "forced only rise no drop" BUFF, which originally would have disappeared at 30 points, will now escort her all the way charging towards the 60-point barrier!
What is the concept of 60 points?
Since parents are both at 60-plus, that implies 60 points is in high probability the threshold for "Family" or "True Love."
If Shen Linyin's favorability towards him rises to 60...
The picture was too beautiful; Lin Feng dared not imagine it.
Could it be that in the future Shen Linyin will treat him as a long-lost biological younger brother? Or perhaps, she will suddenly feel "Since everyone is family, then there is no problem with you living in my house, right"?
What is even more terrible is, just in case this concept of "Family" goes off track, and becomes that kind of "I want to form a family with you" family...
Lin Feng sucked in a breath of cold air.
If it really reached that step, wouldn't he be chased down three streets by this die-hard friend Ren Yichen holding a guitar?
"I did not kill Boren, but Boren fell in love with me because of me." Lin Feng painfully covered his face. "This is too contrived."
He urgently called out to the system:
"System, is there any way to dismantle this lock? Or at least downgrade it back to Bronze?"
[System: Answering Host, it can be dismantled.]
Lin Feng's eyes lit up: "How to dismantle?"
[System: Please ask Host to draw the Silver Grade Item [Eternal Lockpick] in the Lucky Roulette, then the locked state can be lifted.]
Lin Feng: "..."
At this moment, he felt a deep malice coming from the world.
This broken roulette is hard enough to produce even Bronze items, and it wants to draw a Silver Grade item? That probability is estimated to be lower than him picking up a real Fender guitar by the roadside.
"No saving it, wait for death."
Lin Feng collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Since the lock cannot be dismantled, then one can only solve the problem from the root source—try to reduce behavior that farms favorability.
As long as he does not appear in front of Shen Linyin, as long as he does not display any charm, as long as he makes himself into a background board like Lu Mingxuan, then even if there is a lock, favorability will not rise out of thin air, right?
Yes, this is currently the only path of survival.
Become Passerby A, like Lu Mingxuan.
Although that bassist usually does not speak much and has extremely low presence, being able to maintain that kind of "I just quietly watch and do not speak" aloof aura in any occasion, he definitely possesses great wisdom.
This kind of man who can control favorability at ten-something points year-round is the true master.
"Tomorrow," Lin Feng secretly made up his mind, "I will go find Lu Mingxuan to ask for advice. How to cultivate that kind of 'No self in the heart, all things are empty' obsidian mentality."
Must learn to be invisible. For the happiness of the brother, and also for his own little life.
Just as he was thinking, the phone vibrated once.
It was a message from the band group.
Ren Yichen: [@Everyone, extra practice tomorrow afternoon! Cultural Square side seems to still be arranging the stage, we can go scout the location in advance!]
Shen Linyin: [Received. @Lin Feng, come a bit earlier tomorrow, I want to check the entry beat of that solo with you again.]
Looking at that name that specifically @'ed himself, Lin Feng's hand shook a bit.
Before, seeing this kind of message, he would feel it was normal rehearsal communication. But now, separated by the screen, he seemed to be able to see that favorability progress bar itching to make a move.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, and tremblingly replied with one word:
[En.]
He dared not send one extra word. Even if it was a punctuation mark, it could potentially become the chief culprit causing Favorability +1.
This is the sorrow of a man who possesses a Silver Grade Padlock.
....
Lin Feng barely slept at all this whole night.
He tossed and turned on the bed, his brain filled entirely with the hallucination of Shen Linyin's favorability progress bar rising crazily like the stock market board.
However, this might not necessarily be a bad thing.
He thought of Lu Mingxuan's appearance of being unable to wake up all year round. Perhaps, "sleepy" is the core method of the Obsidian Mentality? As long as one is sufficiently sleepy, the reaction to the outside world will become slow, the expression will become sluggish, and naturally, one will not emit any charm.
Thus, on the afternoon of the second day, bearing two large dark circles under his eyes, Lin Feng dragged his heavy steps and arrived at the Cultural Square.
At this time, the square was still building the stage; everywhere there was scaffolding and busy workers.
With one glance, Lin Feng saw Lu Mingxuan standing by the edge of the stage.
However, the scene before his eyes made Lin Feng suspect whether he himself hadn't woken up yet.
That "Sleep God" Lu Mingxuan, who usually walks like he is floating and can fall asleep on a bass case, was at this moment actually spiritedly helping the workers move speakers! There was even hanging on his face that kind of full-of-vitality sunny smile that can only be seen on the first day of freshman military training!
"Morning, Lin Feng!"
Seeing Lin Feng walk over, Lu Mingxuan even proactively waved his hand, his voice loud enough to scare people.
Lin Feng froze in place.
"You... are you possessed?" Lin Feng tentatively asked. "Where is my Buddhist-style mentor? Where is my Obsidian Cult Leader?"
Lu Mingxuan wiped his sweat, smiling to reveal a mouthful of white teeth: "What are you saying. I was like that before because the Feng Shui in that underground rehearsal room was bad; the Yin energy was too heavy and sucked away my Yang energy. Once I came out to bask in the sun, didn't I come back to life?"
Saying this, he walked over and patted Lin Feng's shoulder: "Moreover, this period is thanks to those colas you gave me. Yesterday I thought it through. Since you are also so hardworking, I also cannot be a drag, right?"
[Ding!]
Lin Feng's vision blurred, and the system interface automatically popped up.
[Lu Mingxuan: 33/100 (Good Brother)]
That 15 points, which was like dead water without moving a single thread for five weeks, just in this instant, was like sitting on a rocket and directly shot up to 33!
Lin Feng was dumbstruck.
Is this person a plant? Usually, watering and fertilizing get no reaction, and then on a certain sunny morning, he suddenly blossoms and bears fruit?
"No, don't be like this..." Lin Feng felt his last line of psychological defense collapse. "You being like this makes me very panicked."
Even Lu Mingxuan, this kind of ten-thousand-year iceberg, has been conquered; then on Shen Linyin's side...
Just at this moment, a familiar voice came from afar.
"Aiyo, you two arrived quite early!"
Ren Yichen walked over holding Shen Linyin's hand. The two were wearing couple-style hoodies, looking very matching.
Lin Feng's heart went gedeng.
It has come, the true test.
He immediately adjusted his state, took a deep breath, and forcibly let his facial muscles relax. He emptied his eyes and drooped the corners of his mouth, attempting to imitate the Lu Mingxuan who was still cultivating immortality and staying up late yesterday.
Operation Buddha, activate!
"Morning."
Lin Feng squeezed out a word without any emotional color from the cracks of his teeth. His voice was low, deep, and hoarse; his eyes didn't even stay on Shen Linyin for half a second, directly passing over them to look at a stray dog in the distance.
Shen Linyin paused for a moment, looking at Lin Feng's expression that seemed to have seen through the Red Dust and was ready to enter yuanji at any time.
"Pfft."
She suddenly laughed out loud, released Ren Yichen's hand, and pointing at Lin Feng said: "Lin Feng, were you possessed by the previous Lu Mingxuan? Why do you have this half-dead, half-alive appearance today? Hahahaha, too funny."
[Ding!]
[Shen Linyin Favorability +2. Current: 32/100.]
Lin Feng looked at that bright red number jumping in the top right corner of his vision, and his inner heart emitted a sound of despairing mournful cry.
Finished.
Even this kind of blank greeting intended to talk the sky dead, in her eyes, actually became "humor"?
This damn Silver Lock, did it automatically add a filter to his every movement?
Lin Feng painfully closed his eyes.
Continuing at this speed, this ethical grand drama named Second Sister-in-Law Was Stolen By Me is probably really going to be staged at Jiangcheng University.
"Heaven destroys me."