thefictionvixens Chapter 165 We won!
Chapter 165 We won!
Lin Feng pressed his advantage, gripping Leng Meng's unsteady wrists and waist like iron clamps, his core unleashing a terrifying burst of power—
Without any unnecessary movements, a clean and crisp over-the-shoulder throw was suddenly executed!
boom!
The deputy warden Leng Meng, whom they considered insurmountable, was actually thrown to the ground by Lin Feng!
This is not over yet!
Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Feng leaned down and pressed his knee precisely into Leng Meng's waist, making it impossible for her to get up.
One hand gripped her wrist tightly as she tried to fight back, while the other hand's elbow hovered just inches above her throat, creating an absolute suppressive posture!
In an instant, the training ground was swept away by a scorching airflow.
"They won?!" A distorted exclamation escaped someone's throat from the crowd, and it exploded like a spark into an oil drum, igniting a commotion!
The newlyweds' suppressed emotions poured out like a flood bursting its banks.
They looked at the figure on the stage who was firmly suppressed, their eyes filled with fanaticism and relief.
Qin Yue's sharp reprimand from just now still echoed in my ears—
At that moment, every word transformed into an invisible slap, burning hot, as it was delivered back.
On the stage, Leng Meng raised her hand, which was not fully under her control, and slapped the ground briefly and clearly.
—Admit defeat.
Lin Feng immediately released all suppression, stood up nimbly, and reached out his hand to Leng Meng, who was still lying on the ground.
"Deputy Warden, no offense intended. You flatter me."
Leng Meng's gaze lingered on his face for a moment; there was no smugness in it, only a calm and composed demeanor.
She raised her hand and grasped Lin Feng's hand.
The hand was more steady than she expected, and the force was just right, pulling her up from the ground in one go.
After standing still, Leng Meng let go of her hand, turned to the side, and patted the dust off her uniform.
His gaze then returned to Lin Feng's face, his voice still cool, but now carrying a hint of approval:
"The throw was clean, the force was precise, and the timing was impeccable."
"After an over-the-shoulder throw, you can immediately transition into ground control, leaving your opponent no breathing room..."
"Lin Feng, your fighting skills are more than just adequate!"
[Ding! Leng Meng's favorability +15]
Current favorability rating: 60/100
Lin Feng bowed slightly to Leng Meng: "Thank you, Deputy Warden, for showing mercy, and thank you for your recognition."
As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened up, turned around, and walked off the stage.
Wherever Lin Feng went, the team members turned their heads, their eyes gleaming.
Someone couldn't resist and, taking advantage of the instructor's inattention, quickly raised their hand and patted him hard on the back of the shoulder: "Brother Feng! Well done!"
The atmosphere wasn't like welcoming a colleague back to the team; it was more like welcoming a triumphant hero, a gladiator who had avenged them all.
On stage, Qin Yue's face had changed from shock and paleness to an embarrassed flush, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms.
It wasn't until Leng Meng walked up to her that she snapped out of her daze, almost eagerly leaning closer and asking in a low voice:
"Boss, you... you deliberately let him win just now?"
Leng Meng paused for a moment, then turned to look at Qin Yue:
"No, I'm just... not feeling well today, not in good shape. By the way, you promised to give the 'winner' a day off, keep your promise."
Qin Yue choked, looking at Leng Meng's calm profile, then glancing at Lin Feng below the stage. A tightness in her chest pressed against her chest, but she could only nod stiffly: "...Yes, leader."
Qin Yue took a deep breath, stepped forward, faced everyone, and announced loudly:
"As promised, winner Lin Feng can rest tomorrow!"
A slight, envious murmur arose in the queue.
However, Lin Feng's voice followed immediately, clear and calm:
"Reporting to the instructor. I have a request."
All eyes were once again focused on him.
Qin Yue frowned slightly: "Speak."
"My partner Evelyn, please grant her permission to rest with me tomorrow."
"If I rest alone, she will need to temporarily form a team - firstly, there are very few people left who are alone, and it is unlikely that she will be able to find teammates."
"Secondly, even if we were to form a team, we wouldn't be familiar with each other's working styles, which could easily lead to coordination errors during patrols, increasing the mission's risk. We urge the instructor to be lenient!"
This reason is reasonable and even carries a sense of consideration for the collective.
Qin Yue subconsciously turned her head to look at Leng Meng behind her.
Leng Meng's face was expressionless; she simply nodded very slightly.
With permission, Qin Yue turned back and said, "Okay. Evelyn can take a day off tomorrow too."
"Yes! Thank you, instructor. Thank you, deputy warden," Lin Feng replied.
"Wow—" A suppressed gasp of amazement exploded in the queue, and the envy on everyone's faces was almost overflowing.
"Not only can he rest, but he can also mentor his partner. Brother Feng is such a great guy!"
"Why haven't I ever had such reliable teammates!"
Whispers rose and fell, and many people looked at Lin Feng and Evelyn with envy and longing. After all, in this high-risk prison, having a day off without any tasks was a luxury.
Evelyn stood in the queue, a hint of surprise flashing across her eyes, which then turned into deep warmth.
Ryuichi Kamishiro, standing not far away, had a complex look of melancholy on his face.
This is the second time he has formed a temporary team. First, Noah was trapped, and then the crew-cut guy took advantage of the situation. Why can't he find a teammate like Lin Feng who is considerate, reliable, and can fight for benefits for his partner?
Qin Yue scanned the various expressions on everyone's faces, her tone becoming stern again:
"Envy is useless. If you're so capable, show some real skill like Lin Feng. Now, put away your thoughts; no one is allowed to slack off in the rest of the training!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her whip, the tip of which lashed the ground with a sharp "crack," startling some people in the queue who instinctively shrank back.
"First exercise: sit-ups. Complete 200 within ten minutes. For each one missed, add 50 as a penalty!" Qin Yue walked to the center of the line, pointed her whip at the ground, and said, "Begin now!"
"Two people per pair, one lying flat, the other kneeling and holding down their partner's ankles. My 'counting spirit' will be watching you—"
As she spoke, she reached down to her waist with her other hand, revealing a single eye the size of a fist in her palm.
The pupil in the center of the eyeball was an unnatural vertical pupil, which was slowly rotating at that moment.
She casually tossed it into the air.
The eyeballs did not fall, but instead floated eerily in mid-air.
The next second, it seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep, its pupils suddenly contracted, and then, like a broken eggshell, countless fine cracks bloomed along the blood vessels in the whites of its eyes!
Deep within each crack, a smaller, slightly trembling sub-eyeball was rotating.
The dense, layered gazes, like a silent, icy spiderweb, instantly enveloped everyone below.