DipNovel Chapter 527 Master Feng, Please Accept My Knees
Chapter 527 Master Feng, Please Accept My Knees
Ah Ying turned to look at Lin Feng:
"Lin Tuhao... cough cough, Little Lin, my shoes are worn out too. I've been standing all day, and the soles of my feet are almost cracked."
She glanced down at her clunky, heavy black security guard boots and grinned shamelessly:
"Could you send me a pair too? It doesn't have to be as good as Sister Wan's top-of-the-line Moon Vine, just a pair that's more comfortable than mine."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan's expression instantly switched from "appreciation" to "business as usual".
She turned her head and glanced at Aying indifferently.
"You are wearing the standard uniform for grassroots security guards. The regulations clearly stipulate that you are not allowed to change it without permission."
Aying opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to try again, but Aque poked her in the back.
Ah Ying hissed, swallowing her words, but her lips were so pouting they could hang a schoolbag on them.
Su Wan looked at Lin Feng, her tone regaining its section chief-like calmness: "These shoes..."
I may like it, but if I accept gifts in front of my subordinates, how can I, as the section chief, set rules in the future?
Lin Feng naturally guessed what Su Wan was going to say next, and suddenly said "Wait a minute" to interrupt her.
Immediately, he bent down and picked up the nude low-heeled shoes that Su Wan had changed out of on the ground with lightning speed, and with a flick of his finger, he threw them directly into his personal space.
Then he stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and looked at Su Wan with an innocent and sincere expression:
"Section Chief Su, the shoes you took off have been swallowed by the spatial ghost."
Su Wan was stunned, staring at his clear and harmless eyes, and for a moment she was at a loss for words.
Ah Ying and Ah Que exchanged a glance. Ah Que silently mouthed, "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Vassim secretly gave Lin Feng a thumbs up: Brother, I admire you more than anyone else!
Su Wan glanced at the two girls, frowned, and feigned anger:
"This spatial anomaly is really annoying. If I catch it, I'll skin it alive!"
Lin Feng immediately echoed indignantly:
"Exactly, that's outrageous!"
"But Section Chief Su, since you don't have your previous shoes, why don't you just wear these for now? It wouldn't be right to go out barefoot."
Su Wan glanced down at the pair of high heels that perfectly fit her feet and said helplessly:
"...That's all we can do. I'll pay you back later."
Lin Feng smiled but didn't say anything.
After giving a few instructions, Su Wan led A Ying and A Que out of the dormitory.
The moment the dormitory door closed, Lin Feng heard a crisp system notification sound—
[Ding, Su Wan's favorability towards the host increases by 10]
Current favorability rating: 40/100
Lin Feng looked down at the wound on his chest, which had faded to a pale pink mark, and a slight smile curved his lips.
Derek strode forward, stood before Lin Feng, and clasped his hands in a rather awkward gesture of respect.
"Brother Feng, no, Master Feng! Please accept my utmost respect!"
As he spoke, he actually made a gesture as if he was about to kneel down.
Lin Feng quickly grabbed his arm: "Why are you kneeling? I'm not an orthopedic doctor. Get up and talk."
Derek was pulled up, still muttering:
"No, Master Feng, your whole operation just now—deliberately cutting yourself, then asking for medical help, taking the opportunity to give a gift as a token of gratitude, personally helping him put on his shoes, secretly hiding the old shoes, and finally blaming it on the spatial ghost—it was all so smooth and seamless!"
"In all my years of boxing, I've never seen such a smooth combo!"
Nikolai adjusted his glasses and exclaimed sincerely, "I just witnessed a textbook example of gift-giving. I'm impressed."
The words "I've learned something" were clearly written in the eyes behind the glasses.
Vassim said nonchalantly, "These are just basic operations for Brother Lin Feng!"
Lin Feng cleared his throat: "Alright, stop joking. Let's go check out room 30."
The four of them filed out of the dormitory.
Room 30 is at the end of the corridor, right next to the men's public restroom.
The door was an ordinary gray security door, but a fist-sized round camera was embedded above the door frame, with a faint blue glow around the edge of the lens.
As soon as the four people stood still, a clear, cold female voice, with a hint of mechanical quality, came from the camera:
"Four visitors detected. Please confirm whether to enter room 30."
Lin Feng looked up at the camera and nodded: "Yes."
"Identity verified." Amansa's voice fell, and the door lock made a crisp "click".
"Damn, that's pretty smart," Derek muttered, then reached for the doorknob and gave it a gentle push—
The door opened.
The room lights seemed to sense the arrival of guests and turned on.
The warm orange light shone evenly from the chandeliers on the ceiling, making the whole room look like a faded old oil painting.
Lin Feng stood at the door, his gaze slowly sweeping across the room.
It was much bigger than he had imagined.
The room was naturally divided into several areas.
On the left wall is a row of dark wooden bookshelves, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, crammed full of books.
In front of the bookshelf stood several large wooden desks, their surfaces worn smooth and shiny, each with a lamp with a green glass lampshade.
Opposite the bookshelf, near the center of the room, is a pool table.
The dark green tabletop gleamed with a velvety sheen under the warm light, and the pendant lights above the billiard table were lower.
On the right, against the wall, are two old-fashioned long sofas, made of dark brown leather, with worn-out armrests.
There was a low coffee table in the middle of the sofa, on which was a woven basket with a few magazines and a deck of cards scattered about.
But what surprised Lin Feng the most was that small area in the corner.
A narrow table was placed against the wall, on which sat a silver CD player, an old model with a transparent round cover on top and neatly arranged knobs and buttons around it.
A pair of large black headphones were connected to the jack. The artificial leather covering the earcups had peeled off, revealing the foam inside.
Next to the CD player stood a small wooden shelf with fifty or sixty CDs standing upright inside.
The four quickly searched the room, but could not find any paper with writing rules.
It seems this is just a place to relax.
In a supernatural dungeon filled with strict rules, this is truly a rare find.
"It's unexpected," Lin Feng murmured, "that there's still such a safe haven."
Wasim had already walked to the pool table, reached down a cue from the shelf, weighed it in his hand, and grinned at Derek:
"Want to play a round?"
Derek didn't say anything, but he had already walked to the other side of the pool table, taken out the balls from the storage compartment under the table, and started stacking them on the table.
Nikolai walked straight to that corner.
His gaze shifted from the CD player to the CD rack next to it, his fingertips slowly turning the faded covers.
When he turned to the seventh or eighth CD, he paused and pulled one out of the shelf.
The cover is a blurry blue, with a man standing on the beach, his back to the camera, indistinctly visible.
He pried the disc out of the case, opened the CD player lid, put it in, and clicked it shut...