At two o'clock in the afternoon, from a cheap KTV box near the school, a burst of hair-raising roaring was heard.
"Even if I die I must love—! Not dripping wet and incisive, it is not satisfying—! Cough cough cough..."
Lin Feng put down the microphone and fiercely gulped a large mouthful of ice water, feeling as if there was sandpaper grinding inside his throat.
Too unpleasant to listen to.
If it is said that his attainments on the guitar are stepping towards the master level through the system, then his talent in vocal music is probably negative infinity. Let alone a "throat kissed by an angel," his throat was probably throat-locked by King Yan.
[Ding! Daily Mission: Vocal Practice 30 minutes (Completed).]
[Obtained Reward: Lucky Wheel draw times ×1.]
Hearing this beautiful notification sound, Lin Feng finally collapsed onto the sofa like a salted fish.
Placed in the past, he absolutely would not touch this kind of task that both wastes the throat and tortures oneself. After all, he is a guitarist; as long as the hand work is good that is enough, whether he sings well or not concerns his fart.
But now it is different.
Ever since establishing the grand strategic goal of "Poaching Xu Zhixia," Lin Feng seemed to have changed into a different person, starting to crazily clear the daily mission list. Whether it was "Composition Basics" or "Ear Training," no matter how meager the reward, he accepted them all according to the list.
The reason is none other than—this damnable system has no points, no mall, no recharge entrance; if one wants to obtain items, the only pathway is that pit-father Lucky Wheel.
Lin Feng clicked open the system interface and skillfully clicked to draw.
The pointer spun.
Stopped.
[Thank you for your patronage.]
"I just knew it." Lin Feng expressionlessly closed the interface.
In this system, apart from that bronze lock sent as newbie welfare and [Absolute Score Eye], his remaining luck seemed to have all been used on meeting weirdos. The previous [Random Upgrade Ticket] (the culprit that turned the lock into silver), was something he fully livered through one hundred and fifty draws, forcefully eating the system's "guaranteed bottom mechanism" to make it come out.
And inside those one hundred and fifty times, except for that ticket, it was all "Thank you for your patronage." and a few compensatory packages like Coke.
As for that [Music Path] section? That is truly honest. You practice one hour, it gives you one hour of proficiency, deceiving neither the old nor the young, absolutely dropping magical items related to the practice.
"This system bamboozled me at the time saying the lock was to 'maintain band harmony'..."
Lin Feng walked out of the KTV, narrowing his eyes to look at the big sun overhead, sneezing coldly in his heart.
"Looking at it now, this is clearly just a 'Top-tier Headhunter System' or 'Human Trafficking Assistance System', that's what is correct."
As long as one has the lock, one can forcefully bind top-tier musicians like Xu Zhixia to one's side; hit them and they won't leave, scold them and they won't run. For a band captain who wants to form a Galaxy Battleship, this is simply a cheating artifact.
Efficiency is high, zero cost, and has a lifetime warranty.
In order to place that lock that can lock Xu Zhixia, let alone practicing songs, even if he was made to practice Yangge, he would still liver it out.
Returning to the dormitory, a wave of low air pressure rushed to the face.
The boys' dormitory, which should have been very joyous, was at this moment filled with an aura of despair.
His roommate Cheng Yu, that guy who Lin Feng mocked for being a dog appearance more than once because he had left singleness, was currently lying prone on the table, crying like a two-hundred-jin child.
"What is wrong with this?" Lin Feng put down the guitar bag, asking while knowing the answer.
"Wuwuwu... Brother Feng..." Cheng Yu raised his head, snot and tears mixed together, "Broke up... because she didn't hold her phone steadily, I accidentally saw her WeChat..."
"Leg-split?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Not only is it a leg-split..." Cheng Yu cried even more miserably, "Inside her pinned chats there are four men, the remarks are respectively 'Fish No. 1', 'Fish No. 2', 'ATM', and 'Free Ride'... I am that 'Free Ride'! Wuwuwu!"
Lin Feng's mouth corner twitched once, he walked over and patted the roommate's dog head, handing over a sheet of tissue.
This is the legendary Sea King.
Looking at Cheng Yu who was crying into a mess, Lin Feng not only did not mock him, but instead fell into deep contemplation.
"This woman, too vicious."
Lin Feng fiercely criticized in his heart.
"Clearly doesn't have that ability, yet insists on raising so many spare tires, playing with other people's feelings, simply moral bankruptcy."
Thinking of this, Lin Feng suddenly felt his own image become tall and stalwart.
Look at this scum woman, then look at himself.
"Scum, truly too scum."
Looking at his still-sobbing roommate, Lin Feng shook his head, his heart filled with contempt for that "Sea King woman" he had never met.
"What I, Lin Feng, hate most in this life are these people who toy with feelings. Raising fish? Spare tires? This kind of thing can only be done by people with corrupt morals."
He silently raised a banner of "Pure Love Warrior" for himself in his heart.
"For a deeply affectionate man like me, if someone treats me slightly well, even if just bringing me steamed buns, I'm afraid I would have already thought about where to bury our children. My kind of glass heart that shatters at a touch is truly a scarce resource in the contemporary dating market."
Lin Feng was moved by himself into a complete mess.
As for the matter of him currently calculating how to use System items to forcefully lock two girls, and furthermore wanting to turn them into his band's lifelong free labor force...
Oh, that is for art, that is for a career.
The affairs of a scholar, can they be called raising fish? That is called "talent reserve".
...
The next day, the sun was bright and beautiful; it was a good day suitable for committing a crime... ah no, suitable for collecting inspiration.
Since the moral shackles in his heart had already been personally smashed by Ren Yichen's sentence "I'm too happy that you guys have a good relationship," Lin Feng felt that if he continued to be coy, he would appear too pretentiously sentimental.
Since his good brother had already subconsciously worn the Green Hatf irmly, and could even be said to be "actively abdicating," then as a brother, aside from tearfully accepting this heavy responsibility, what else could he do?
And so, Lin Feng stood at the entrance of that cat cafe at the school's south gate.
He specially washed his hair today, and even slightly styled it. Although his mouth told himself "this is for deep exchange regarding the band's future development," that somewhat restless young man's heart betrayed him.
"Lin Feng! Over here!"
Not far away, Shen Linyin was waving at him.
Today she was not wearing that cool and dashing black tank top she usually wore when drumming, but had changed into a light-colored floral dress. The sunlight sprinkled on her face and black bobcut hair, making her appear exceptionally "cool".
In that instant, Lin Feng's heartbeat missed a beat.
"Sorry, did you wait long?" Lin Feng walked over, trying his best to look like a guitar master who had seen the great world.
"No, I also just arrived." Shen Linyin smiled until her eyes curved, walking naturally to his side, her shoulder almost sticking to his arm. "Let's go, I heard the Ragdoll cats inside are super clingy."
The two walked into the shop shoulder to shoulder.
The air was filled with the aroma of coffee, mixed with a faint smell of cat litter (cross that out).
Looking at the girl beside him smiling like a flower, Lin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
What "collecting inspiration," what "good brothers," what "band construction"...
In the brain of this pure male university student with no romantic experience, at this moment, only one thought remained:
This is absolutely a damn date, right?!