radicalducati Chapter 379 This Damn Familiarity
Chapter 379 This Damn Familiarity
Dave, Wasim, and Park Ji-won each picked up a spoonful of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce and mixed it into their noodles. The moment the noodles entered their mouths, their brows instantly relaxed.
The bowl of noodles was finished in no time, and the three of them were still a little unsatisfied, even thinking of getting another bowl.
But after looking at the four dark, empty windows, he ultimately gave up.
Lin Feng stood up: "Let's go back to our quarters to rest first. There might be some training scheduled for this afternoon."
The four of them got up, took the bowls of noodles to the recycling area in the corner, and filed out of Zhaixintang.
A cold wind rushed in from outside, and Park Ji-won shrank his neck. Suddenly remembering something, he spoke:
"By the way... there are only three people left in dormitory 44 now. What if they're voted for again in the next vote?"
Lin Feng didn't look up, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about a trivial matter:
"What else can we do? Let one of them eat two bowls."
Park Ji-won gasped, her eyes widening slightly: "Then who's willing to be the sucker?"
"If you don't want to, then let's settle this by drawing lots." Wasim's voice was cold and hard. "In this world of ghost stories, we are nothing more than fish on a chopping board. What's the point of talking about being wronged!"
Park Ji-won's Adam's apple bobbed, and a chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason.
He subconsciously glanced at the three people traveling with him—
Lin Feng, a strong player who cleared the game at S-rank in four rounds.
Wasim is a ruthless man who doesn't talk much.
Dave, although he was just complaining about the food, is, after all, from America, and his background speaks for itself.
He suddenly felt that being assigned to dormitory number 56 was like getting a huge bargain.
He lowered his head, recalling his previous arrogance, and felt his face burning.
Compared to these three people, I am utterly insignificant.
From now on, we should keep a low profile and follow the lead of the three leaders.
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The four had just returned to dormitory number 56 and hadn't even had a chance to fully relax when a clear, cold female voice suddenly boomed from above the dormitory, reaching everyone's ears.
It was the voice of Xia Ning, the guide.
"All novice practitioners, listen up! In half an hour, I will inspect the affairs of each dormitory room."
Please ensure the bed is flat, the table is clean, the floor is free of clutter, and items are neatly arranged.
Those who are dirty, disorderly, and unsanitary will bear the consequences themselves.
As soon as the voice fell, the dormitory fell silent.
Dave's face fell as he looked at the damp, moldy blankets under the bed:
"Seriously? We just finished eating and we have to clean up?!"
Without saying a word, Wasim started tidying up his desk.
Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly; wasn't this another opportunity to boost his favorability?
........................
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The dormitory room has been tidied up neatly:
The bed was perfectly square, the table was spotless, the floor was immaculate, and all the items were aligned in a straight line, fitting together perfectly without a single flaw.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the guide to arrive.
Lin Feng estimated that the time was about right and quietly took out a silver harmonica from his personal space.
This was something he had specially prepared in the Tranquility Quadrant. He was already good at playing the harmonica, so he practiced it repeatedly for this moment.
The next second, melodious and gentle piano music rang out in the small dormitory room.
It is "Auld Lang Syne".
The melody is gentle and understated, like an evening breeze brushing over old dreams, carrying a sense of inexplicable peace and tenderness.
Dave and Park Ji-won were both stunned, staring at Lin Feng in astonishment.
Wasim patted the two men on the shoulder gently and said in a low voice, "Don't make a fuss, this is just basic operation for him."
Outside the dormitory room.
Xia Ning, dressed in a long, cool white robe, stood tall and straight. Just as she reached the door of dormitory number 56, her steps suddenly stopped.
That familiar yet unfamiliar melody, like a fine needle, gently pierced the most hidden part of her heart.
She couldn't explain why, even though it was just an ordinary piece of music, it inexplicably stirred up ripples in her heart.
She leaned slightly forward and peered through the crack in the door.
In the center of the dormitory, Lin Feng held a harmonica, his profile clean and neat, his expression focused and gentle. The music flowed slowly from his lips, so quiet that it didn't seem like he was in a strange trial, but rather like he was in a peaceful place.
At that moment, Xia Ning's eyes rippled slightly, and her originally indifferent and cold expression softened unconsciously.
【Ding--】
Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 5.
Current favorability rating: 28/100
Two black-clad butlers waited expressionlessly behind Xia Ning. Seeing that she hadn't opened the door yet, they couldn't help but ask in low voices:
"My lord, why don't you go inside and inspect?"
Xia Ning's gaze remained fixed on the figure playing the harmonica inside the door, her voice softer than usual:
"Wait... listen to this piece."
The two black-clad deacons were startled and exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
In their "memory," they had never seen Xia Ning linger over any chosen one or anything, let alone postpone an inspection for the sake of a harmonica piece.
This is very unusual.
Inside the dormitory.
The last note fell softly.
Lin Feng put down his harmonica, withdrew his fingertips, and looked calm and natural, as if he had just played it casually.
At that very moment, "Squeak—"
The door to dormitory number 56 was gently pushed open.
Xia Ning stepped in, and the moment her cold, white figure appeared, the temperature inside the dormitory seemed to drop several degrees.
Dave and the other two immediately stood up straight, even their breathing became soft.
Xia Ning glanced over indifferently.
The beds were neatly made, the tabletops were spotless, the floor was gleaming, and the items were arranged with meticulous care.
She nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
Just then, Lin Feng's mind stirred slightly, and he silently released the Water Stain Ghost, issuing the command:
"Find an opportunity to slide down to Xia Ning's feet, and do whatever it takes to make her stumble and fall."
The water stains startled him so much that he turned into a cloud of steam.
"That...that's the Guide...he could crush me into mist with a single finger!"
Lin Feng immediately offered a fatal temptation:
"After it's done, I'll get you a case of 82 Moutai."
The water stains seemed to rise up with moisture from their entire bodies:
"...This subordinate is willing to risk his life to try!"
After Xia Ning finished her inspection, she turned around to leave, but had only taken one step when...
With a sudden, sharp clench of her teeth, the water droplet silently slid to her feet, instantly spreading a thin, slippery film of water that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
"!"
Xia Ning's pupils contracted slightly. Even with her great strength, she hadn't expected such a strange change to occur under her feet, and she fell uncontrollably to one side.
"Be careful!"
Lin Feng let out a low shout, and almost the instant Xia Ning slipped, he flashed forward in a single step.
His left arm went across her back, his palm firmly supporting her shoulder blade.
His right arm wrapped around her from the front, his palm cupping the most slender curve of her waist.
The two of them were frozen in a subtle moment—he was half-squatting, she was half-leaning, and their weight was entirely on his arm.
Xia Ning could clearly feel the temperature of his palm, warm and steady, like a stone warmed by the sun.
The hand around her waist was clasped just right—not too loose, so it wouldn't slip off; not too tight, so it wouldn't offend her.
Her brain completely shut down at that moment.
It wasn't because of the shock of falling—
Rather, it's because of this posture, this angle, this temperature, this force...
Everything felt...strangely familiar to her.
A kind of absurd, inexplicable, bone-deep familiarity.