After the performance ended, the cold wind at the back door of the Livehouse blew away a little of the indoor heat and smoke smell.
"Don't look for me this weekend."
Lin Feng carried the guitar bag on his back, coldly throwing down a sentence to the three teammates in front of him, "I want to rest."
Actually, the so-called "rest" was just an excuse. He was anxious to return to the dormitory to receive the system's reward, and conveniently in that legendary [Hyperbolic Time Chamber], grind his Vocal Dao to level up. After all, that kind of pain of forcefully "Death Growling" in order to level up singing skills in a public place, he did not want to experience a second time.
"No problem! Brother Feng!"
Ren Yichen at this moment was in a state of excitement with adrenaline soaring, his face hanging that kind of innocent smile that only someone with an IQ in arrears could reveal, rushing at Lin Feng and gesturing a big thumb.
"Although I also don't quite understand why this bunch of audience members in the end didn't throw wine bottles, I feel our kind of 'even if tomorrow we will be destroyed, we still must finish singing the song' momentum, absolutely awed them!" Ren Yichen while speaking, was shaking the metal chains on his body, emitting a hualala noise, "This is Punk, ah, Brother Feng!"
Lin Feng's corner of the eye twitched a bit, and he didn't take up the conversation.
He turned his head to look at the other two teammates.
Bassist Lu Mingxuan—that position at this time was already empty.
"Where is Lu Mingxuan?" Lin Feng asked.
"Just now when the last note just fell, he stuffed the bass into the bag and slipped away." Ren Yichen scratched his head, a face full of blankness, "Ran faster than a rabbit, as if this vicinity had nuclear radiation."
Lin Feng silently in his heart gave this bassist a 'like'. As a smart person possessing an "Obsidian Mindset", Lu Mingxuan obviously realized that if after the performance ended he still stood together with Ren Yichen wearing this "Shamate noble outfit", he would suffer a destructive social death. In order to protect his own CPU from being burned out, he decisively chose a strategic retreat.
Finally, Lin Feng's line of sight fell on Shen Linyin's body.
This High Cold school beauty at this moment had not yet removed her makeup. The Gothic Lolita's heavy eyeshadow made her eyes appear especially deep and dark. She did not speak, only quietly stared at Lin Feng and nodded.
That was not a look looking at a teammate.
That was a kind of look as if looking at a canary that had already been locked into a cage, or a piece of red-braised pork that had already been stamped with a private label.
Even if he had the psychological preparation of the [Eternal Padlock], and can see her favorability still stuck on [51 (Confused)] Lin Feng still felt a burst of coldness on his spine, cold hairs standing straight up.
"Then I'm leaving."
Lin Feng did not dare stay much, turned around, and merged into the night color.
...
Walking on the tree-lined path returning to school, all around was quiet and uninhabited.
Having shaken off that group of teammates who could make him socially die at any time, Lin Feng's taut nerves finally relaxed. The street lamp's dim yellow halo hit that face of his that year-round had no expression.
If there was a microscope, perhaps one could observe his mouth corner pulled upward about 0.1 or 0.2 millimeters.
Although it looked like it was still an "ice block face" of "strangers do not approach", the Absolute Zero aura around his body that seemed to want to freeze the air, at this moment actually had some signs of melting. A stray cat passing by seemed to have felt this subtle "warmth"; it did not like usual explode its fur and flee, but rather doubtfully meowed once.
"The system's wave of rewards, hope there can be some hard currency." Lin Feng calculated in his heart, footsteps briskly stepping into the male dormitory building.
However, the instant when he pushed open the door of the dormitory, that bit of good mood instantly shattered all over the ground.
The dormitory that originally should be flooded with keyboard tapping sounds and "Top lane save me!" roaring sounds, at this moment actually was filled with a pungent smell of cheap cologne mixed with hair gel.
"...What is this situation?"
Lin Feng stood at the doorway, brows slightly wrinkled.
He only saw that roommate Cheng Yu who just this morning still swore to "cut off affection and absolute love", wanted to slaughter all living things in Summoner's Rift, and even had already blackened into a "Zaun Madman", at this moment was standing in front of the full-length mirror.
He was wearing a set of deep blue casual suit borrowed from who knows where and not very well-fitting; the hair that was originally like a bird's nest was smeared by hair gel until oily and shiny. If a fly stood on it, it would have to do the splits.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Cheng Yu turned his head, his face carrying a weird expression that was both nervous and expectant, even mixed with a trace of shyness.
"Old Lin, you returned." Cheng Yu somewhat crampedly pulled the tie, "You look at this body of mine... still okay right?"
Lin Feng didn't speak, turned his head to look at Oldest Brother Old Zhang sitting on the upper bunk, with a face of "I have already seen through the Red Dust".
Old Zhang held a thermos cup in his hands, deeply sighed a breath, his eyes filled with despair towards the stupid essence of humanity.
"Don't ask." Old Zhang's tone was vicissitudinous, "That 'Sea King' ex-girlfriend who dumped him, just half an hour ago, gave him a phone call."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow: "Said what?"
"She said," Old Zhang imitated that kind of affected tone, "'I am tired of playing, released all the other fish in the fish pond. Looking back, I discovered it was still you who treats me best. Tomorrow let's meet once, right at that milk tea shop from the beginning.'"
Lin Feng: "..."
The air solidified for a few seconds.
"So you just believed it?" Lin Feng looked at Cheng Yu, the look in his eyes was like looking at a terminal illness patient with no cure.
Cheng Yu's face swelled completely red, he somewhat stammeringly argued: "No, not a problem of believing or not... Lin Feng, you don't understand, her tone this time was really sincere! She said she used to be ignorant, now wants to find an honest person... no, find a person who truly loves her to settle down. I feel... I feel people always must give others a chance to turn over a new leaf right?"
Saying this, he again looked at the mirror, murmuring to himself: "And she said I am special, am the only one who made her turn back..."
Looking at that appearance of Cheng Yu having lost his soul, Lin Feng originally wanted to say a few ruthless words to curse him awake, for example "She just wants to find a Pick-up-plate Hero" or "a dog cannot change eating shit", but the words reached the mouth's edge and were swallowed down again.
Towards a top-level Licking Dog who is currently in the "terminal lucidity" stage, any rational dissuasion is wind past the ears, even possibly could be regarded as a villain hindering true love.
At this kind of time, only reality's slap can whip him awake.
Lin Feng sighed, that imperceptible "smile" completely disappeared, restored the former days' expressionless face.
He walked to the front of his own bed without saying a word, took off shoes, got on bed.
"Huala——"
The blackout curtain was heavily pulled shut, dividing the whole dormitory into two worlds. Outside the curtain was the tragedy about to repeat the same mistake, inside the curtain was the cold and cruel space belonging to the system.
"Sleep."
The cold and indifferent voice transmitted from behind the curtain, ending this dialogue.