Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Li Yan saw that the stadium had accumulated water in the increasingly heavy rain, and was afraid that leaving that idiot Fan Yi alone would drown his face in the water.

Ling Huang nodded after hearing what he said, and gave him a thumbs up.

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill value +5, current goodwill value: -35. 】

Hearing the system prompt, Ling Huang looked around, but nothing happened, he turned his gaze to Li Yan in confusion.

In the vast rain, Li Yan carried Fan Yi, who was about the same size as himself, without any difficulty. His expression was naturally relaxed, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips.

[System, nothing happened, why does the goodwill value change? ] Ling Huang lowered his eyes and said.

[The negative value generated by impulsive emotions will change as the emotions ease. ] The system said so.

[This is also the difference between the advanced plane and the novice plane? ] Ling Huang asked.

The system is silent.

Ling Huang somewhat understood the temperament of this ghost system, and Gao Leng didn't talk too much harshly, so he could only continue pacing in the rain to ponder the doubts in his heart.

On a rainy day, there were few cars and few people on the street, and amidst the sound of water as the two of them stepped on staggered steps, Ling Huang heard Li Yan's hoarse humming, "... da la la... um~~ That year, when I first met you See...the brows and eyes are bleak, and the eyes are gloomy..."

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill +5, current goodwill: -30. ] Another prompt from the system.

Ling Huang smiled, for the emotional kindness, for the silent but accompanied by singing along the way in this rainy day, and for the innocence in the lyrics of the teenagers around him that went against his image.

Li Yan looked down at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect you to be able to sing." Ling Huang turned to look at him, "I'm going back to school for evening self-study, Fan Yi, you can handle it yourself."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill him?" Li Yan held Fan Yi's butt behind his back with his left hand, and tugged at Ling Huang's sleeve with his right hand, "Tomorrow morning news, you want to see Fan Yi's dead body in the wilderness and my arrest warrant ?"

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill value +5, current goodwill value: -25. 】

"Will you?" Ling Huang chuckled, it seemed that Li Yan's state didn't need to worry him anymore.

"Why did you come here to help me?" Li Yan changed the subject, keeping her head slightly lowered and looking seriously into Ling Huang's eyes.

In the experience of the first three planes, physical injuries are often accompanied by a sharp drop in goodwill.

Ling Huang stopped laughing, sighed softly and said, "I don't want you to get hurt."

Li Yan's eyes froze in Ling Huang's.

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill value +5, current goodwill value: -20. 】

This goodwill value has returned to the initial state of the mission. Ling Huang continued to pat Li Yan's shoulder with his hands, "Don't get hurt by unworthy people and things, and don't hate this world just because boring people maliciously slander you."

"..." In Li Yan's silence, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill value +5, current goodwill value: -15. 】

Ling Huang remembered that he had only completed one-third of the raining task, so he stretched out his left hand to Li Yan, "Hold me for 10 minutes."

"..." Although Li Yan had a puzzled look on his face, he still took the ass of the person on his back and stretched out his right hand.

Ling Huang grabbed this hand that was much wider than his own, and under the streetlight, he saw a gap in the wet sportswear on his lower arm, and rubbed his right hand plaster to roll up his sleeve.

What I saw was a whole patch of bruises and a hideous severe contusion that was still oozing blood.

"Is the bone okay?" Ling Huang grabbed his hand and lifted it up to take a closer look.

"Can the bones be so flexible when something is wrong?" Li Yan proved the same. He separated his fingers and put them into Ling Huang's fingers, and then held them tightly. There was a sincere smile on his handsome domineering face, "It's really okay, the wound Go back and wash it with alcohol, sprinkle some medicinal powder, and bandage it. This kind of injury is nothing."

He held it for more than 10 minutes, but the system did not prompt any new progress in the raining task.

It seems that the same rain cannot be counted as two successes.

When he wanted to let go of his hand, Li Yan tightened his grip on him, and raised his eyes to meet Shang Li Yan's scorching gaze.