Lin Yoona cursed inwardly, but she felt weak all over, was sweating profusely, and her face was filled with shame and anger. She had never let a boy touch her before, but she never expected that he would do such an ambiguous thing today.
But now, seeing the boy's clear and transparent eyes, a hurdle in her heart was lowered, and she let him press on her lower abdomen, faintly feeling warmth flowing over her abdomen, and her body relaxed.
Yang Feng pressed her lower abdomen in circles with one hand, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, until his hand felt a little warm. However, he was pressing according to the knowledge in his mind.
After making thirty back-and-forth motions, Yang Feng withdrew his hand and tentatively asked, "It shouldn't hurt so much anymore, right?"
"Huh? It really is." Lin Yoona sat up, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and looked at Yang Feng, saying in a sweet, soft voice, "It still hurts a little—"
Her soft, seductive voice almost made many men on the bus lose control. When the driver saw that the girl was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued on the original route.
Yang Feng trembled slightly upon hearing that coquettish voice, and quickly returned to his seat, saying slowly, "Do you think menstrual cramps can be cured with a massage?"
"oh…"
Lin Yoona stuck out her tongue, nodded, and bent down slightly to pick up the book from the ground. Her beautiful eyes occasionally glanced at Yang Feng; his face was sharply defined, his eyes clear and deep, his features fair and delicate. A playful smile played on her lips as she said:
Thank you~
Yang Feng glanced at her, shook his head slightly, and said, "No need."
"Um... My name is Lim Yoona, what's your name?"
Yoona rolled up her earphones and put them in her pocket, saying.
“Yang Feng,” Yang Feng replied.
"Yang Feng?" Lin Yoona murmured, then thought for a moment and said, "By the way, you're about the same age as me, and you're also a student, so how come you know medicine?!"
"I only have a basic understanding. I can learn it by reading more books when I'm bored," Yang Feng said calmly, without batting an eye.
Along the way, Lin Yoona would say one thing and Yang Feng would reply. When the bus stopped at a station, the two of them slowly got off.
"Yang Feng, it's nice to meet you. I'm a student from No. 2 Middle School." Lin Yun'er smiled, took out a pen, wrote on a piece of paper, and said, "What's your phone number? I'll treat you to a meal next time to thank you... for curing my... um..."
She didn't know why she had a special liking for this boy. She used to ignore boys completely, but today she talked to him for so long and it felt pretty good.
"Hehe..." Yang Feng chuckled softly, gazing at the beautiful girl. Her porcelain doll-like fair face was flushed slightly, making her even more attractive.
Yang Feng gave her his phone number and, after parting ways with her, went to the job market to see if there were any part-time jobs for students. After walking around most of the job market, he found that almost all the jobs were for college graduates.
"Ugh, it's so hard to find a part-time job these days. I don't even have enough time to hand out flyers—" Yang Feng left the job market dejectedly and walked onto the street.
"Ding-dong—Congratulations, host, for completing the [Doctor] job mission and obtaining a lottery scroll, which has been placed in your storage space."
"Ding ding, host, don't be so downcast. You're still young, don't worry about not having a job. There are plenty of opportunities, no need to rush," the system said earnestly.
"Wow, you make it sound so easy." Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said, "If I can't find a part-time job soon, I'll probably be starving in no time. I've already spent all the money my mom sent me this month."
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P.S.: Thank you to the first brother who voted, Comrade Aixia! ^o^
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Chapter 15 Coffee Shop
At this moment, Yang Feng glanced at a coffee shop and immediately turned his head to stare at the notice board: "Pianist Wanted, 50 yuan per hour, age 18 or above, playing level 5 or above required."
"Tch..." Yang Feng sighed, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. He thought it was a job posting for waiters or something, but it turned out to be a job posting for a pianist, something he certainly didn't know how to do.
"Beep beep - The host has been detected to have a strong desire to show off. Do you want to use a low-level profession scroll to activate a profession like [Music] and gain expert-level piano skills?"
Hearing the voice in his mind, Yang Feng felt a surge of excitement. He hadn't expected such a feature and immediately replied, "Use it."
"Ding-dong—Congratulations, host, for activating the profession [Music] and gaining expert-level piano skills."
Suddenly, a gray 3D image resembling a tree diagram appeared in Yang Feng's eyes. At the top was the word "Music," and below it was a lit piano (expert level). The rest were gray and unlit.
On the other side, I saw a tree diagram of student professions, connected to math, physics, and chemistry. Other subjects were not lit up, and for mercenary professions, only combat experience was lit up.
"System, this is—"
Yang Feng asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Ding ding, this is the career ability chart. Once you have unlocked all the skills of a certain career, you will receive a big gift pack as a reward. Please complete more tasks and quickly realize your dream of unlocking all of them."
"So that's how it is—"
Yang Feng nodded, feeling slightly excited. He hadn't expected that a single profession would have so many skills. If he could unlock them all, wouldn't he become an all-rounder in history?
After suppressing his excitement, Yang Feng looked at the notice board above the coffee shop. The job of a pianist was entirely voluntary, and he only needed to play for two hours a day. For Yang Feng, this was a good job. He could earn 100 yuan a day for working two hours, which would amount to about 3,000 yuan a month. This way, his mother wouldn't have to work hard outside to earn money.
Thinking of this, Yang Feng smiled slightly and walked into the coffee shop.
"Welcome." A woman in a black cheongsam greeted us politely with a slight smile at the entrance.
This coffee shop is quite famous in Beijing. It's called Buckingham Coffee, a coffee brand that originated in the United States and is currently very popular among young men and women.
As soon as you step inside, a refreshing air-conditioned breeze hits you. The quaint and elegant environment, with its pale yellow walls and four glass curtain walls near the entrance, creates a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, with the aroma of cocoa beans wafting through the air.
At each table, there are the latest fashion magazines, some in a triangular shape with exquisite European and American designs. Many people come in pairs to drink coffee, read the magazines, and relax during their short lunch break.
"Hello, I saw a job posting for a piano outside, so I'd like to come in and apply." Yang Feng said, his eyes taking in the environment of the coffee shop. In the center was a small, slightly raised stage with a European-style black piano on it.
The woman in the cheongsam looked at Yang Feng, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, and said with some annoyance, "Are you sure you're here to apply for a piano job? I think you're just a student. Do you even know how to play the piano?"
"Yes, although I am a student, my piano skills are not bad."