The "Living Lei Feng" Who Was Teased

After Su Ke pulled away from her chest, Zhang Meiling quickly regained her usual enchanting composure. Unfazed, she perfectly masked the flutter of excitement that had just stirred in her heart. "Really not interested? Big sister's chest is very large and soft, you know!"

"Uh!" Su Ke nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Was there anyone who praised themselves like that? He cast a glance, but Zhang Meiling wasn't lying; those two rabbits were indeed large, round, and soft. Seeing her sincerity, Su Ke decided not to dwell on it, though he could only stand there with a flushed face and neck, stammering and unable to utter a word.

"Giggle, alright, off you go! If you want to lie on them again next time, just let me know!" Zhang Meiling's face held a mix of allure and shyness. She patted Su Ke's shoulder with a delicate hand, giggling in a way that was utterly captivating.

"Mm!" Su Ke looked into Zhang Meiling's eyes, which were curved like crescent moons. He swallowed hard and nodded blankly, which only drew another round of giggles from her as she turned and headed up to the third floor.

His face felt like it was on fire.

Damn, I got teased again! Su Ke muttered to himself. He followed the swaying figure before him, speechless. He took a deep breath; regardless of everything, his task was complete. He was one step closer to unlocking the help options and uncovering the secrets behind this Flower Picking System.

As Su Ke stepped onto the third floor, he was greeted by the giggles of the beautiful customers. They seemed tireless in their pursuit of teasing the innocent little boy, and they all came over to greet him one by one.

Having just experienced that brief, flirtatious moment with Zhang Meiling on the stairs, Su Ke had developed some immunity. Although he was still embarrassed, his legs no longer felt like jelly. He nodded at each of them with a red face, then squeezed through the waves of feminine allure to reach the piano.

It was only then that Su Ke noticed his beautiful boss, Luo Feiyan, was missing. He didn't know what she was busy with; he hadn't seen her for two days. This left him feeling a bit disappointed, despite having been mentally prepared to be teased by her.

His ten fingers danced nimbly over the keys, and as the notes began to leap out, Su Ke finally calmed his heart. His fingers moved as if by instinct; he could even close his eyes without missing a single note.

Taking advantage of this moment, Su Ke entered the Flower Picking System's interface. The digital screen clearly displayed:

"Task: Help Lin Xiaobai buy sanitary pads; Reward: Street Basketball Mastery (Beginner)."

"Please claim!"

"Task: Press your cheek against Zhang Meiling's breasts for 1 minute; Reward: Street Basketball Mastery (Intermediate)."

"Please claim!"

Without hesitation, Su Ke chose to claim them. These two tasks were consecutive, and the rewards followed one after another. Although he didn't know if failing the first would have affected the second, a white light suddenly projected from within the space.

A cool, gentle current flowed through his entire body, while a massive amount of information flooded his mind. Various basketball techniques, flashy streetball moves, dribbling, and how to bypass defenders—all of it swirled continuously in his brain.

Su Ke's hands continued to play smoothly. Before the first wave of information had fully faded, the second arrived. It was still Street Basketball Mastery, but the techniques were more complex, more effective, and far more unpredictable.

His body seemed to undergo a change under the influence of these two rewards. He straightened his back slightly, and a crisp sound of stretching bones echoed through him. He felt refreshed, body and soul, and even had the urge to head to a basketball court to test his new skills.

Time passed quickly. In the third-floor VIP area, without Luo Feiyan present, the atmosphere gradually quieted down. Although the customers were still chatting casually, their voices were low; even over the piano music, Su Ke couldn't hear their whispers.

When Su Ke went downstairs to head home, Lin Xiaobai stopped him in the lobby, holding a hundred-yuan bill. "Little Su, this is for you!"

"Uh! Sister Xiaobai, I don't have any change for you!" Su Ke waved his hands. He naturally knew what Lin Xiaobai meant; he had bought a large bag of items at the supermarket, and he had paid for it out of his own pocket.

"Pfft, who wants change from you? You're still a student, after all!" Lin Xiaobai insisted, moving to stuff the money into Su Ke's pocket. Her movements were agile, a sharp contrast to her previous bashfulness. It seemed she could move however she wanted now, no longer afraid of any leaks.

"Sister Xiaobai, I can afford to buy you a few things. If you do this, you're not treating me like a little brother!" Su Ke stepped back and added, "Besides, I'm happy to help you. Uh, by the way, I didn't buy the wrong one, did I? Is it the brand you wanted? Have you used it yet?"

Su Ke felt like an idiot the moment the words left his mouth. Asking about anything else would have been fine, but asking about such an intimate item left him speechless and utterly embarrassed.

Lin Xiaobai was also stunned. Her eyes widened, and she turned bright red, stammering, "Uh, I used it! It was the right one!" After saying that, she stopped mentioning the money. She stood there awkwardly, head bowed, feeling uncomfortable all over—especially in that private area, which felt unbearable.

Su Ke, looking utterly mortified, glanced at Lin Xiaobai and then immediately fled. His heart was pounding, and he cursed himself for his loose lips. Lin Xiaobai's face had been so shy it looked like it could drip water; what a sin, what a sin!

Pedaling his half-new bicycle, the streetlights were already on. The cool breeze brushed against his cheeks, feeling quite comfortable. Su Ke didn't stop at his family's small supermarket; he went straight upstairs, heated up dinner for his parents, took a deep breath, and walked over to the telephone.

"Hello! Who is this?"

"Hello, is this Zheng Mo?"

"It is. Who are you?" Zheng Mo's voice came through the phone, very low, as if she were in a quiet place.

"Uh! It's Su Ke!" It was the first time Su Ke had ever called a girl, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. The hand holding the receiver trembled involuntarily.

"Su Ke? Who is Su Ke?" Zheng Mo's tone was puzzled. Su Ke was stunned, feeling deeply depressed. Before he could speak, he heard her voice again: "Is that the 'Living Lei Feng'? Or the little pervert?"

"Damn it!" Su Ke felt a vein throb on his forehead. Hearing Zheng Mo's laughter on the other end, he felt like crying. "I'm the 'Living Lei Feng'!"

Zheng Mo was currently sitting in the library. Practicing dance all day was exhausting, so she usually chose to relax in the library at night, reading magazines or novels. When she received Su Ke's call, she was surprised; she hadn't expected him to actually call her.

But thinking back to Su Ke's foolish expression at the supermarket, she couldn't help but tease the little boy. Sure enough, Su Ke maintained his tradition of being easily flustered. Zheng Mo could almost picture his red face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.