Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

The light of dawn cut through the sky, bringing light to everyone in the darkness.

Ji Feng lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the rising sun surrounded by red glow outside the window.

It was so uncomfortable, it felt like there was an egg beater spinning in his head, a ball of paste.

After waking up, the unforgettable memories in the dream were only a wisp of debris. He only remembered that he was very hot and manic, and finally it seemed that something grabbed him.

Ji Feng covered his forehead with his left hand and grabbed a wet towel.

He turned his head and looked at his side. Yang Linger's hair was a little messy, like a little witch with frizzy hair lying on the bed and sleeping lightly, and her slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to wake up at any time.

Her two cold and soft palms tightly grasped Ji Feng's right hand.

Familiar feeling, just like in the dream.

Although he didn't remember, Ji Feng could also tell what happened last night from this scene.

A girl who had no blood relationship with him took the initiative to take care of him all night without any orders.

Looking at the similar faces transformed by Qianmian, Ji Feng felt a little more ashamed.

From the moment I knew that I could get system points by training Yang Linger, I couldn't get rid of the word "utilitarian" no matter what I did.

I did the same thing next, planning everything and constantly giving orders to Yang Linger.

I never seriously understood Yang Linger's thoughts, and always used my own cognition and experience to hypocritically deduce.

Did I do something wrong?

Maybe.

The fundamental logic of helping Yang Linger is to allow her to change her bad fate in the future, and it is not a necessary condition for her to live a better life.

After all, I can only stay for more than ten months at most before returning to the real world.

A passerby is a passerby after all.

This is how Ji Feng convinced himself that he could make things difficult for himself, but he could not make things difficult for system points of value such as life.

Ji Feng gently pulled out his palm, and Yang Linger's palm, which was originally just a virtual grip, suddenly clenched.

So Ji Feng met a pair of clear eyes full of worry and concern, which made his heart tremble slightly. How long has it been since someone looked at him with such eyes?

"I'm fine. Go and rest."

Ji Feng's voice was hoarse as if it had been burned by a raging fire. He couldn't stand Yang Ling'er's gaze, so he took out his palm and pressed it on Yang Ling'er's head, rubbing it hard and blocking her gaze.

After getting rid of the head-patting killer, Yang Ling'er obediently took off the quilt covering Ji Feng and carried him back to the house to sleep.

Without the quilt, Ji Feng felt the coolness outside. He looked down and saw that he was naked with half of his big butt exposed.

…

Or maybe I should wear pajamas to sleep in the future.

After putting on some clothes casually, Ji Feng took out a bottle of cold milk from the refrigerator and leaned on the sofa to drink it.

Burp.

Alive.

Ji Feng shook half a bottle of milk and stared at the ceiling in a daze. It was obviously the same two-bedroom and one-living room, and even the simple decoration was similar. Why was it so much more comfortable here than in the rental house in the real world?

Speaking of which, the system's description of the item is a bit unreliable. The 100% success rate of the new gene drug is a fake. If Yang Ling'er hadn't been there last night, he felt that he might not see the sun this morning.

Fortunately, it did work.

Ji Feng didn't even use any force on his palm, and the thick plastic shell of the milk bottle had already begun to deform.

This greatly increased sense of power made Ji Feng feel invincible, and it was not a dream to twist Liang Yuanlong's head off with his own hands.

After pouring the remaining half bottle of milk into his mouth, Ji Feng suppressed his unrealistic thoughts.

The most important thing now is to quickly adapt to the current physical fitness.

So Ji Feng decided to go to work. There were fitness equipment in the activity room prepared for them by the group. The other few people didn't go there at all, which was just right for adapting to their own physical fitness.

He left a note for Yang Ling'er saying "I'm going to the group, I'll come back to eat in the evening", and Ji Feng went out directly with a coat.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather began to turn cold, and there were not many white and fleshy scenes among the office workers.

In the office on the 33rd floor, Qi Junming did not come to work. Zuo Min and his two lackeys completely evolved into office animals, with dark circles under their eyes, and they wanted to eat the computer.

Ji Feng's appearance was just the right target for him to relieve his anger.

"Oh, you still remember to come to the group. You are so lazy. Can you rest assured that you can get so much salary from the group? It's okay to be lazy, but you still have to let us clean up your ass."

Ji Feng ignored Zuo Min's barking.

Who can you blame?

The group originally worked together on big things, and shared small things.

You want to be promoted and get a raise, so you have to show more performance. I want to be free and easy. If not you, who will do this job?

"No wonder I am the section chief, and you are a small clerk. With your work attitude, you can still stay in the group because of the kindness of General Liang." Zuo Min knocked on the table and showed the style of a small leader.

Ji Feng glanced at Zuo Min.

If he didn't want to offend Fu Zhengping, he would have picked up an axe and staged the demise of a capitalist running dog based on Zuo Min's output every time he jumped up and complained.

As if sensing Ji Feng's killing intention, Zuo Min shrank behind the computer screen and kept silent.

Seeing this, Ji Feng had no time left to dawdle in the office and ran directly to the fitness area.

Seeing Ji Feng leave, Zuo Min poked his head out from behind the computer.

The two lackeys on his left and right looked at him with hidden disdain. No one with a normal mind would not disdain such a person.

Zuo Min also knew that he was frightened by Ji Feng's eyes and lost face. He immediately sat up and smoothed the gap on his head.

"People like Ji Feng who have no collective consciousness can't go far in the group. Once the group recruits new people, he and Qi Junming will be replaced."

"But I'm different. You all know what I know."

In order to save his image, Zuo Min began to paint a big picture: "Following me will not only get you promoted and get a raise, but maybe you will also have the opportunity to become a genetic warrior!"

Regardless of whether the two people around him believed it or not, Zuo Min believed it anyway.

Ji Feng came to the fitness area to simply remove the dust. They were all lazy people who would take a break if they had time. There was a layer of dust on the area after no one came for a long time.

After a test, Ji Feng was almost certain that the new gene potion had doubled his physical qualities, but it was not enough to cut steel or iron.

Because of its strong effect, ordinary gene potions will also develop a characteristic after strengthening the user's physical qualities, just like Liang Hu, who he had seen before, whose nails were like knives and could cut even iron sheets.

However, the new gene potion did not have this effect, but simply increased physical qualities.

There were pros and cons between the two, but generally speaking, Ji Feng was quite satisfied.