"Current scroll count: 149."
Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in Yang Feng's mind.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned, his face full of confusion. How could the mission be completed like this?
That's a strange thing.
......
In a luxurious villa, a tall and beautiful girl leans back on the sofa, holding a fruit tablet in her small hands and resting it on her fair legs.
Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the handsome man on the screen, his hands lightly strumming the black and white keys with unparalleled elegance. His deep eyes seemed to draw people in, and his enchanting voice captivated listeners.
This is a short video from Mango TV's evening music festival.
It lasted only 10 minutes, and happened to be inserted into the advertisement for a recently popular TV series.
"I don't want to be sad after quitting smoking..."
As the final verse ended, Yoona gently wiped away the tears welling in her eyes and murmured softly, "It's so beautiful. I could listen to it countless times, I could listen to the single countless times and never get tired of it, as long as it's your song..."
Back in his ordinary neighborhood, Yang Feng racked his brains but still couldn't figure out how to complete the task.
"Oh well, why think so much? At least I got the scroll." Yang Feng muttered to himself as he lay on the bed, about to enter the system space and activate his repairman profession.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open by her younger sister, who walked in and sat down next to Yang Feng.
"It's almost eleven o'clock, what are you doing in here? Go back to sleep." Yang Feng sat up, his brows furrowed.
"Uh, bro~ I can't find a wallpaper, so I wanted to take a picture of you to use as my wallpaper, hehe." Yang Lianqing said with a big smile, holding her exquisite music phone.
"Get out." Yang Feng said irritably, picking up his younger sister like a chick and throwing her out of the room before slamming the door shut.
When Yang Lianqing finally realized what was happening, she was instantly filled with shame and anger. She stood up, rubbed her sore bottom, and complained:
"Damn it, it's just taking a picture, why throw people out like that?"
She experienced being lifted into the air for the first time, and her mind went blank.
But Yang Feng's strength was so great that he threw himself, who weighed about 85 pounds, out with just one hand.
Thinking it over, Yang Lianqing rubbed her pert bottom and silently walked back to her room.
"Activate the repairman profession." Yang Feng couldn't wait. He hadn't seen her photo in a long time, and he always felt insecure and uncomfortable.
He didn't understand why either.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 205 The First Fragment of Memory
"Ding, the Repairman profession has been successfully activated after spending 100 scrolls."
As soon as the cold, mechanical sound faded, a flood of information rushed into Yang Feng's mind: all sorts of mechanical repairs.
A moment later, Yang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. He got up and took two repair tools that he hadn't used in a long time from home. He then began to disassemble the rose gold Fruit 6 and start repairing it.
In the final crucial step, it was discovered that many of the parts inside were severely damaged. The only option was to buy the parts the next day and then attempt repairs. Having only the software of knowledge without the actual hardware is simply not enough to fix it.
Yang Feng gently shook his head, placed his phone lightly on the table, collapsed onto the bed, and closed his eyes...
The next morning, I opened the windows to ventilate the room.
Yang Feng changed his clothes, dropped his younger sister off at school, and then came to the pedestrian street again. Looking around, he found that none of the mobile phone shops were open.
Bored, I wandered around aimlessly and unknowingly arrived at the old streets of Yanjing. The streets here are only wide enough for one large truck at most, and they haven't been demolished.
The elderly people here get up early to do their work for the day, such as repairing knives, selling fruit, or collecting scrap metal and old newspapers.
“Yang Feng! I sensed fragments of my memories nearby, about a mile away, at the ten o'clock position.”
A soft, delicate voice suddenly echoed in Yang Feng's mind.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng was slightly taken aback. He seemed to have a mission to help Xingguang find fragments of memory, but he couldn't remember it.
It may be due to the long time limit and a momentary oversight.
"I understand, I'll go look for it right away." Yang Feng said, and headed towards the ten o'clock direction.
They suddenly found themselves in a dead end. Yang Feng stared at the three-meter-high wall in front of him, which was covered with shards of glass to prevent others from climbing over it.
But for a three-meter-high wall, someone who's bored and has nothing better to do will take a ladder up and then climb over it.
Yang Feng stepped directly onto the corner of the wall, spun around, and jumped over it without any difficulty.
After getting down, Yang Feng looked up and saw that this should be the interior of a house, with bags of dry food and discarded rusty iron tools placed on the side.
"I'm getting closer and closer. I can feel it. Let's keep going and see." Starlight sat in the system space, closing his eyes to sense it.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng replied casually, "Don't worry, this thing won't get away."
No sooner had the words been spoken than a childish voice suddenly rang out.
"Brother, what are you doing in my yard?" A boy who looked about eight years old tilted his head in confusion.