Taking advantage of the gap when Shen Linyin went to the vending machine to buy water, Lin Feng grabbed Ren Yichen and pulled him into the shadows at the side of the stage, his expression so serious it was as if he was conducting a life-or-death interrogation.
"Old Ren, tell me honestly." Lin Feng grasped his good brother's shoulders, his voice trembling slightly. "You and Shen Linyin, exactly how long have you been dating?"
Ren Yichen was stunned by this sudden heaviness from Lin Feng, then a trace of embarrassed blush appeared on that handsome face, and he scratched his head: "Wh-why ask this suddenly... it's been quite a while."
"Be specific." Lin Feng pressed step by step.
"We got together in the second year of high school." Ren Yichen smiled heihei, his eyes full of the light of happiness. "Actually, our two families are shijiao, friends for generations, and we grew up together in the same big courtyard. We count as... childhood sweethearts."
Honglong—
Lin Feng seemed to hear a bolt from the blue explode in his mind.
Childhood sweethearts.
Two small children without guesses.
Reserves for "from school uniform to wedding dress."
What an enviable story of pure love this is! This is simply the standard model couple template in romance novels!
However, at this moment, Lin Feng only wanted to kneel on the ground and cry a bitter cry.
If it were a couple who had just met not long ago, even if a break up really happened, at most it would just be moral condemnation. But this is childhood sweethearts! If because of his own damned Silver-grade Padlock, cracks appeared in this relationship of over ten years...
Then wouldn't he become a sinner of the ages? The kind that gets nailed to the pillar of shame and repeatedly corpse-whipped!
"Dog system! You come out!" Lin Feng roared frantically inside. "This is your so-called 'stable band relationship'? This is clearly 'Forced NTR good brother'! The function of this padlock is completely reversed, right! It is used to break up bands, right?!"
[System: This system aims to...]
"Shut up, you!" Lin Feng despairingly cut off the connection with the system.
Looking at Ren Yichen before his eyes, immersed in sweet memories and unaware of the impending "family crisis," the guilt in Lin Feng's heart was simply about to overflow. He patted Ren Yichen's shoulder with grief and indignation, his tone painful: "Old Ren, you must be strong. No matter what happens, you must remember, I love you... ah no, I support you."
Ren Yichen had a face full of confusion: "Ah? What nonsense are you talking about? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Lin Feng did not explain, only sighed with the vicissitudes of life, turned and walked toward the other end of the square. That back figure, desolate like a warrior about to rush to the execution ground.
...
In the following process of checking the venue, Lin Feng maintained a constant, extremely weird positioning.
As long as Shen Linyin walked left, he immediately shifted three meters to the right; if Shen Linyin looked back at him, he immediately lowered his head pretending his shoelace was loose, or raised his head to count the clouds in the sky.
Although this attitude of "avoiding like snakes and scorpions" was strange, under the gag-and-funny interruptions of that happy nut Lu Mingxuan, everyone didn't pay too much attention, only assuming Lin Feng was having another attack of some artist's strange illness.
Just at this moment, a team dressed and groomed obviously a level higher than the surrounding students walked over.
It was the Starry Sky Band.
As the most powerful competitors for this performance, or the finale guests, their appearance immediately attracted many gazes.
"So coincident, you guys are here too?"
The leader Zhang Zhe was still dressed like a Korean current idol, although it looked a bit exaggerated, his attitude toward Lin Feng was polite as always—that was the recognition of the strong.
"Yo, Liver Emperor." Zhang Zhe nodded to Lin Feng, his gaze holding a few points of inquiry. "Heard you practiced until very late again yesterday?"
"Just average." Lin Feng perfunctorily said a sentence, his eyes sweeping over the Starry Sky Band's lineup.
That keyboardist Tang Yuwei who always wore a duckbill cap and looked very aloof was there, that short-haired bassist Zhou Yuqing was also there.
Only one person was missing.
That guitarist who always looked at him with eyes like looking at a class enemy, with MAX brain-supplementing ability, Xu Zhixia.
"That... guitarist of yours who looks not too smart?" Lin Feng asked subconsciously.
Zhang Zhe paused a moment, then smiled bitterly: "You mean Zhixia, right? She is not feeling too comfortable physically today, said she caught a cold and has a fever, resting in the dormitory. Sigh, dropping the chain at this critical moment, I also have quite a headache."
"Oh, sick."
Lin Feng nodded, thinking that this world was indeed much cleaner. With one less mental patient nagging "commercial spy" in his ear, his energy to deal with that Silver Lock could also be a bit more concentrated.
However, just when the two teams of troops were exchanging pleasantries, Lin Feng's peripheral vision suddenly glimpsed a chaotic figure behind a bush not far away.
That person was wearing a windbreaker that wrapped them up tightly, wearing sunglasses on their face sufficient to cover half the face, and a huge fisherman's hat buckled on their head. At this time, they were squatting behind the green belt, holding a mobile phone in hand, the camera sneakily pointing this way.
Although that outfit was comparable to a private detective, that squatting posture, and that leg shaking dou-dou...
Lin Feng's mouth corner twitched.
That figure, that posture holding the phone as if snapping evidence... other than that Xu Zhixia who claimed to be "sick in bed," who else could it be?
What is this doing? Persisting in "counter-espionage work" while sick?
Or does she think her outfit can really deceive the heavens and cross the sea?
Lin Feng looked speechlessly in that direction. Xu Zhixia seemed to detect his line of sight, scared into immediately shrinking her head back into the bushes, but the movement was too big, shaking the nearby tree branches with a hua-hua sound, startling up a flock of sparrows.
"..."
Lin Feng silently retracted his line of sight and sighed a long breath.
Forget it, let her be.
Let this woman with a pit in her brain monitor whoever she loves to monitor. Compared to the system that was unknowingly pushing him into the abyss of "Second Sister-in-Law Killer", a trouble of Xu Zhixia's rank was simply cute like a kindergarten child.
"Better to manage myself first."
Lin Feng looked painfully at Ren Yichen who was talking and laughing with Shen Linyin not far away, feeling that the green glow on Ren Yichen's head seemed to have brightened a few degrees again.