Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

After getting over the awkwardness, Ji Feng took Yang Ling'er out. Nothing was prepared at home. After breakfast, he took Yang Ling'er to the mall to buy some daily necessities and clothes.

In the elevator, Yang Ling'er stood in a corner stiffly, peeking at Ji Feng from time to time.

Ji Feng had been daydreaming until the elevator door opened for two seconds before he came back to his senses.

As if sensing Yang Ling'er's uneasiness, Ji Feng said gently.

"If you don't like me to touch you, you can hold the corner of my clothes, otherwise I won't know when you get lost."

Yang Ling'er tried twice, pinched the corner of her clothes, and followed Ji Feng step by step, like a chick following a hen to avoid an eagle.

The residents around are basically middle-class workers in X City, and it is lively in the morning and evening.

People come and go, and from time to time there are a few people who cast strange eyes at the two of them because Yang Ling'er is wearing men's clothes, especially when looking at Ji Feng.

If they were not afraid of being beaten for speaking, they would all say "playing like an animal".

Ji Feng didn't care about them at all. The gangster spirit they were accustomed to in the black streets made them dare not go too far.

When they arrived at the breakfast shop, Ji Feng ordered four fried dough sticks, two bowls of soy milk, two eggs, and a side dish.

Ji Feng put the two eggs into Yang Ling'er's bowl. He didn't like them.

"What are you doing standing behind me? Sit down."

Yang Ling'er sat down obediently.

When Ji Feng finished eating, he found that Yang Ling'er really just sat down and didn't touch the food on the table without orders.

Ji Feng didn't give any orders, turned around and took out a cigarette to smoke.

After the god finished, Yang Ling'er still didn't eat a bite. Ji Feng patted the ashes on his body and said: "Let's go."

Yang Ling'er followed Ji Feng again and pulled the corner of his clothes.

After work hours, there were fewer pedestrians and noise, and Ji Feng's voice could easily be heard from the front.

"When you are in a new environment, don't hold on to the perceptions left by the previous environment. Only by actively trying to explore can you know how tolerant the new environment is to you. I didn't understand this principle before, and I suffered a lot."

Is he telling me that I can run away?

Yang Ling'er's eyes were dim, and her stomach spasmed like a conditioned reflex, as if a foot wearing a pointed leather shoe was kicking her stomach.

There was a pulling force at the corner of her clothes. Ji Feng looked back and saw Yang Ling'er holding her stomach, looking at him anxiously, and making a sound of humming in her mouth, as if she was anxious to explain something.

"This is the price."

Seeing Ji Feng pull his palm out of his trouser pocket, Yang Ling'er subconsciously closed her eyes and stood up, with numbness on her pale face.

However, after waiting for a long time without the expected pain, Yang Ling'er carefully opened her eyes.

The palm that she didn't catch yesterday was stretched out in front of her again.

This time, the palm was clean, and there was a boiled egg with a crack on the shell lying on it.

"Are you so afraid of eggs? There's no chance of an old hen jumping out to peck you. Take it and eat it."

Ji Feng put the boiled egg in Yang Ling'er's hand, turned around and continued to walk forward.

Yang Ling'er pulled the corner of Ji Feng's clothes and looked down at the boiled egg in her palm.

The faint warmth spread from her palm to her whole body.

…

Although it was a post-war order, except for some areas such as the black streets, City X was not much different from ordinary cities in the real world.

The three-story shopping mall still had many people going in even during working hours.

Ji Feng followed others and built a shopping cart. The underdeveloped Yang Linger sat in it just right, but she was a little embarrassed. She kept her head down the whole time, and her small hands with distinct joints tightly grasped the iron frame.

Ji Feng pushed Yang Linger all the way to the book area.

This time, Yang Linger's training was completely different from Deng Quan's.

The problem can be seen from the many zeros on Yang Linger's data panel. She has no clear values ​​and autonomy.

The bad experiences in these years made her abandon her curiosity and yearning, leaving only the instinct to live.

This is also the root cause of Yang Linger's suicide by being verbally abused.

So if you want to cultivate Yang Linger, you have to improve this situation. Not to mention letting her have any unshakable beliefs, at least let her be able to distinguish between what is deception and what is brainwashing.

With strategy and ambition as a foundation, Yang Linger will not be easily verbally abused when she returns to Liang Group a year later and becomes the leader of X City's combat power again with the help of Liang Group's genetic medicine.

Yang Linger's gray eyes are a little more watery and lively because she left the dungeon.

She watched Ji Feng constantly throw books from the bookshelf into the shopping cart.

Brainwashing Techniques

Anti-Brainwashing Techniques

How to Develop a Good Mouth-Trick

How to Make Your Leader Willingly Do Big Talk for You

Wu San

…

Ji Feng looked at it and seemed to have taken the wrong book.

Then he put Wu San back on the bookshelf and replaced it with a black fairy tale.

There are different levels of knowledge and different specializations. Ji Feng only has a general direction for training. He can only rely on external aid for specifics. Fortunately, this is a modern society.

Ji Feng stopped at the stationery area and suddenly thought of an important thing.

"Can you write?"

Yang Ling'er nodded. Although she was positioned as a test subject in her previous family, she had been taught by her father in physiology before becoming a test subject, and she had no problem reading and writing.

"Since you can write, then pick a notebook. You can write what you want to say on it and show it to me in the future, so I don't have to guess." Ji Feng said. He didn't think that there would be anyone willing to teach sign language in this world.

Yang Linger subconsciously wanted to retreat and remain silent, but thinking of what Ji Feng said this morning, she still paid attention to Ji Feng's expression while mustering up the courage to scan the shelves.

There were all kinds of colorful notebooks. Ignoring those notebooks that were almost as big as her little face, Yang Linger's eyes stopped on a pen-covered notepad that was only half the size of an adult's palm after scanning for half a minute.

There was a cartoon sun drawn on the white cover, and under the sun there was a butterfly stepping on a branch and flapping its wings and about to fly.

"Like this?"

Yang Linger put her thin legs together through the iron bars, twisted them uneasily, and did not dare to look up at Ji Feng.

"Just say what you think in your mind, don't let me guess."

Ji Feng raised Yang Linger's chin with a notepad, his face serious and indifferent, deliberately scaring her. Otherwise, she always hesitated to speak, hiding everything in her heart, which would affect the progress of the strategy. 1 trust is 10 points.

Maybe she was used to giving orders, Yang Linger nodded in response.

Ji Feng put the notepad in Yang Linger's hand, and then threw the stack of notepads into the shopping cart. A small notepad won't last long.

Yang Linger sat in the shopping cart obediently, letting Ji Feng push her to continue shopping in the supermarket.

After that, Ji Feng didn't ask Yang Linger's opinion on anything he bought, and Yang Linger didn't care about those things. Since the notepad was in her hand, she never took her eyes off it.

The pale fingers with scars brushed every part of the notepad, imagining that she could "speak" in the future.