Chapter 185
"Ah, I spent so much money but didn't send the letter," Pang Hun was stunned.
"Heh." Pang Yue slapped Long Hun on the back of the head: "Anyway, I have caught you now. There is no need to wait for the snow. Just come back with me! If you don't want to be a soldier, you can go back and receive your punishment. After the punishment, you can be discharged just in time for the New Year and go home to spend a peaceful year." He neither accepted the punishment nor went home. He drifted on the sea all day long and made himself so dirty. Where did he learn this method of self-touching atonement? His brain is full of seawater!
"Oh." Knowing that his letter could not be sent home, Pang Hun immediately became honest: "Then I will write another letter..."
"Okay, just give it to me when you finish writing it and I'll send it." This will prevent someone from causing any more trouble.
After leaving Pang Hun to the soldiers, Pang Yue went back to discuss the supply of artillery shells with the captain. This time, there was a reason for the incident, so the artillery shells could naturally be approved, but according to the process, it was necessary to talk a little bit, so as not to let others think that weapons came easily.
After the cannonballs were sorted, the soldiers had just finished counting the heads on deck. Since more prisoners needed to be transported to the warship than expected, Pang Hun also joined in the loading. He was involved in the operation anyway, so he could go back and help Pang Yue fill in the file information later.
After Pang Hun sent the last prisoner to the warship, the staff first organized the players to open the forum and step through every corner of the ship. After confirming that the forum did not suddenly disappear, they opened the doors and windows of the hall and released the native passengers from the house.
This method can prevent suspicious natives from staying on the ship during the chaos. After all, escaping at sea is difficult, so it is never too careful.
The natives hiding in the upstairs rooms heard many people coming out of the hall and quickly emerged from their hiding places and went downstairs to the hall to wait for a hot meal. When the assassins from the Gold-Smelting Ship arrived on the ship, even the bravest native passengers hid with their heads in their hands because the situation outside was too brutal and the windows on the second floor looked not very strong, so they felt unsafe.
Tired from a long day of play, players wiped the sweat off their bodies, propped up with their weapons, and, nearly collapsing with exhaustion, followed their leader to turn in quests, confirm, and claim their rewards. By the time everything was done, it was already past two in the afternoon. After such a busy day, the players were all starving. After collecting their rewards, they hurried back to their rooms to log off and eat. Some were so exhausted they fell asleep the moment they logged off, completely unable to soothe their rumbling stomachs.
Bei Qiao was also very tired, but in order to prevent her parents from coming home suddenly, she still forced herself to heat up her lunch. After eating half of it, she quickly rinsed her mouth, put the dishes in the kitchen, closed the kitchen door, and went back to her room to sleep.
After waking up, Bei Qiao checked the time, changed his shoes, and ran a few laps downstairs, carrying the glutinous rice balls he refused to let go of on his back as if they were a load. Because his cat was with him, Bei Qiao didn't go close to look at the stray cats he encountered on the road.
The stray cats weren't interested in the glutinous rice balls, instead focusing on rummaging through the trash cans, searching for something edible. As the weather cooled, these ownerless little creatures quietly took over a few basements with windows that weren't properly closed. They usually went in and out through the narrow windows, showing no fear of people. When they were in a good mood, they would meow at people, looking down on everyone equally.
After his run, Bei Qiao returned to his room and logged on again. General Pang had already left with his men, and the deck had returned to its usual bustle. The child, cooped up in the house for a long time, ran around with all his might, screaming and wailing at the top of his lungs. While the parents found it noisy, they ignored it for now, planning to wait until after dinner to punish him.
No one knew who started it, but the native passengers suddenly started a martial arts competition on the deck. Shang Fan, who had temporarily gotten rid of suspicion, got excited and joined in the fun, but was unfortunately defeated in one move.
"Thank you, you're very cute." The young man fighting with Shang Fan was a gang member. He had a good first impression of Shang Fan and wanted to make friends: "I am..."
"Cute, you said I'm cute." Shang Fan, who was originally a little dejected, raised his head suddenly with fire in his eyes.
"Yes, I wonder if I can make friends with the girl..."
"We're having a serious duel, and you're calling me cute and scolding me?!" Shang Fan angrily jumped over and grabbed the young man's collar: "Do you think I'd take that as a compliment? I usually say that to my cat when I'm teasing it and scratching its chin on the ground!"
"Well, I really want to compliment you..." The young man was also frustrated by Shang Fan. Usually in the gang, he would just casually say "cute" and the other person would blush and be shy for a long time. But today, when he seriously praised the other person for being cute, the other person got angry and wanted to hit him. What's the logic behind this?
"Sorry, I overreacted." Seeing the other person's puzzled expression didn't seem fake, Shang Fan took the initiative to release his hand without waiting for the young man to ask. Although her face was full of "dissatisfaction", she still apologized sincerely, then turned and walked away without saying another word.
"Ah?" The young man watched the other person leave, opened his mouth for a long time and didn't know what to say: No, what did I do wrong?
"Senior, why is she...?" The puzzled young man turned to his knowledgeable senior brother for help: "Cute is not a derogatory word. Why does praising her cute make her angry? I'm not being sarcastic, I really think she is cute!" I don't ask for love at first sight, but leaving your name and being a pen pal would be fine!
"It's very simple. For example, at this year's gang competition, your second brother praised you for being cute in public after defeating you. Would you think he was complimenting you?"
"What? He can still praise me. Forget it. I'm afraid he'll cheat me." The young man shook his head vigorously: "Is the praise from the second brother really a praise? It's a sickle that cuts down your wallet!"
"I'm speaking metaphorically."
"Even if it's just an analogy, the situation is different, right? I'm a man, my senior brother is also a man, she..." After imagining the situation where the second senior brother tried to strike up a conversation with him, the young man bared his teeth and shook his head vigorously: I dare not think about it anymore, it's too scary!
The senior brother shook his head: "This is exactly what she is angry about. In her eyes, you are an opponent, and just an opponent, regardless of gender." Rather than being cute, she should prefer others to comment on her moves instead of trying to chat her up.
"Ah...but I really think she's cute."
"Whether she is cute or not has nothing to do with you." The senior brother touched the young man's head and smiled brightly: "My junior brother, the senior brother has said in advance that although a gentleman loves a beautiful lady, if you cross that line, I will have to clean up the gang." When there are too many people in a gang, it is easy for good and bad people to mix together. In order to maintain order and interests, he will personally take action to deal with those who cross the line when necessary.
"Oh, haha, senior brother, you are worrying too much. Why would I do that?" The young man shuddered: So the rumor is true, the eldest senior brother is the rumored mad dog of the Law Enforcement Hall.
Shang Fan's encounter with the young man ended like this; nothing much happened between them. The contestants changed groups one after another. Some were elated with their wins, others dejected with their losses. Some even cheated and refused to admit defeat, ultimately being defeated. In short, the arena was bustling with activity, continuing until nightfall.
Many players joined in on the fun, some even striking a chord with the indigenous passengers and becoming sworn brothers on the spot. Whether they'd ever meet again wasn't important; for now, they were half-brothers and sisters.
"Sir, don't you want to come down and play a game?" The native who had tried to strike up a conversation with Bei Qiao before came over again: I am observing the celestial phenomena at night, and today is a good day to strike up a conversation!
Tianxiang: Don’t get involved.
Faced with this annoying, fly-like approacher, Bei Qiao chose to ignore him. Seeing him persistently pestering Bei Qiao, a caring girl couldn't stand it anymore. She immediately stepped in front of Bei Qiao, staring directly at the approacher's forehead: "Can't you see she doesn't want to talk to you? And can't you see? She's not, uh..." Oh, is this girl disguised as a man to hide her identity or just for convenience? Can she just say it?
"Do I need to tell you? I can see it!" The man who was chatting her up sneered at the girl: "If you can see it, how can I not see it? I just felt bored, so I ate a melon to quench my thirst. Whether the melon is male or female, sweet or bitter, it has nothing to do with me." What is this person looking at?
Bei Qiao: “…” Oh, so this is what it feels like to be a melon.
"No, a forced melon is not sweet... Bah, forcing a melon is immoral! You have to proceed step by step and work hard..." The girl tried to reason with the other party in a panic, her eyes darting around.
"Will hard work bring results? Have you ever worked hard? What's the result? Show it to me!" The person who approached her refused to be reasonable.
"Who said there's no result?" The girl puffed out her chest, hands on her hips, and continued to stare directly at the other man's forehead. "After many attempts, I finally proved that my judgment is not good. How can this not be considered a result?"
The person trying to strike up a conversation was choked: "...Okay, you can do it."
The man who approached her was simply frustrated by the situation in the hall and wasn't really that obsessed with Bei Qiao. Seeing Bei Qiao's continued indifference, he could only regretfully move on and continue searching for his next target.
The person who approached me: Although I am very interested in this "Mr. Qiao", my intuition tells me that he is not a good-tempered person and will really hit people if he gets angry!
"Ah, he finally left..." The girl watched the man who approached her leave, nervously wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned around and lowered her head, not daring to look up: "Hello, this... uh, I, I, am from Qiuhuamen, that, so..." Oh, help, I'm so nervous.
"Hello." Bei Qiao took a step back to give the other person more personal space: It turns out that you are from Qiuhua Sect, no wonder you look familiar.
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