Lin Yu stared at the computer screen, inexplicably lost in thought.
It was Plants vs. Zombies, alright—but the zombies squirming on the screen…
seemed a little different?
The head on one of them bore an uncanny resemblance to Lin Yu’s own face—like an 80% match!
And this damn Peashooter…
Wait, no.
Should it be called the "Pea Ammo Specialist"?
It was even unleashing its ultimate move, summoning the Black Rose Special Forces!
"Master, this game is called ‘Underground Plants vs. Apartment Zombies.’"
"There are over 300 types of plants and more than 60 zombie variants."
"Wanna give it a try? Every level is hellishly difficult!"
"Rat-tat-tat… rat-tat-tat…"
As she spoke, Mo Shangying’s hands blurred across the keyboard and mouse with inhuman speed.
The moment Lin Yu realized this version of Plants vs. Zombies required keyboard controls,
he knew it was better not to dive into this rabbit hole.
The reflexes he’d honed over the years? Yeah, they sure as hell weren’t meant for gaming.
"Ying’er, you keep this ‘enjoyment’ to yourself. I really don’t get you people."
"Isn’t gaming supposed to be relaxing and fun?"
"What kind of masochist seeks out torture like this?"
Lin Yu shook his head in disbelief.
Mo Shangying continued her rapid-fire inputs, grinning.
"The pleasure comes from crushing impossible challenges!"
"Master, if you don’t like playing… is it because you’re just bad at it?"
"Heh!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Bad at it?
Him?
And she dared to "heh" at him?!
"Ying’er, get down."
Lin Yu’s tone turned deadly serious.
As if she’d expected this, Mo Shangying hopped off the chair lightning-fast.
"I knew you’d be interested, Master."
"Every girl in our apartment has their own zombie model in the game’s skins."
"Pick whoever you want to… eliminate. The choice is yours."
Lin Yu: "???"
What kind of age-restricted game design was this?
And it even allowed character-specific… discipline?
Lin Yu straightened his posture, adopting a solemn expression.
"I’ll select you today. This occasion calls for… a thorough lesson."
Mo Shangying instantly grasped the subtext.
As she leaned over to switch skins on the keyboard,
she deliberately raised her voice in challenge:
"Master, I bet you can’t even clear the first level. How about a wager? A hundred bucks—"
Then, in a whisper only the two of them could hear:
"—plus the right to initiate tonight’s first ‘combat engagement.’"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This audacious disciple!
Planning to ride roughshod over him today?
At least she’d said "first"—meaning she hadn’t entirely underestimated her master’s endurance.
Lin Yu’s gaze flicked toward Ye Mengfu.
Little Fufu seemed lost in her own flustered world,
completely oblivious to the rebellious disciple’s mental assault on their master.
"Hmph."
Lin Yu scoffed disdainfully.
"Ying’er, Ying’er… if I lacked skill, would I even be your master?"
"Just because I’ve been low-key, you think I’ve got no moves?"
"Now load the damn game alrea—"
"THEY’RE THAT BIG?!"
Mid-sentence, the zombie model finished loading.
A chibi-fied Mo Shangying appeared on-screen—complete with varied expressions and outfits.
But what stunned Lin Yu wasn’t the art style.
It was the two bombshells prominently displayed on the character’s chest!
His eyes instinctively darted to Ying’er’s loose pajama collar…
Perhaps because she’d already secured "engagement authorization,"
Mo Shangying noticed his glance but made no effort to conceal herself.
Tsk!
This little rebel always wore oversized sleepwear, and her outdoor clothes followed the same trend.
Turns out, within their apartment, Qi Meng Auntie wasn’t the only one with a figure concealed by fabric!
No wonder she could keep producing surprises…
She’d been hiding lethal weapons this whole time!
Mo Shangying stood up straight, grinning.
"Master, did you perhaps… misunderstand something about me?"
Lin Yu: "……"
If not for the presence of another partner in the room, Lin Yu would’ve conducted an in-depth inspection to clarify these "misunderstandings."
Clearly, activities like watching sports, movies, or anime should be a one-on-one affair.
More people just meant fewer opportunities to act.
"Ying’er, you’d better have that hundred ready."
"Explain the controls—I’m starting now!"
……
Fifteen minutes later.
Ding!
"Alipay notification: 500 yuan received."
Mo Shangying smiled at her phone’s alert.
"Thanks for the tip, Master!"
"Hehe, I wouldn’t mind if you challenged me ten more times."
"Clear the first level, and you’ll win it all back~"
Lin Yu: "……"
"Is this game even meant for humans?"
"If I play again, I’m a dog!"
Damn it!
The money wasn’t the issue—it was his wounded pride.
Ying’er hadn’t lied about the controls.
The problem was…
This godforsaken game was straight-up broken!
First attempt: Failed because "Armored Rebel" appeared.
Too tanky—firepower couldn’t keep up.
Second attempt (slightly wiser): Failed when a greatsword impaled a near-dead zombie, triggering an evolution.
Third…
Fourth…
By the fifth try, Lin Yu was confident he’d mastered all mechanics—time to showcase his skills.
After defeating every zombie…
Instead of a victory screen, four coffins emerged.
Straight-up Edo Tensei’d four "Ying-class" zombies!
At this point, Lin Yu seriously doubted the first level even had an ending.
Thoroughly humiliated, he needed to salvage his mood.
"I prepared snacks and fruits for tonight’s game."
"Little Fu, let Ying’er enjoy her torture simulator alone."
"Help me wash the fruits?"
Ye Mengfu: "Oh… o-okay."
Her heart skipped a beat at being singled out.
Lin Yu’s request sounded completely innocent—probably was.
But the thought of being alone with him, while Ying’er remained in the next room…
Her nerves went into overdrive.
Especially when—
As Lin Yu walked past her,
his finger lightly traced her palm (hidden behind her back).
Thud!
Ye Mengfu jolted violently, banging into the computer desk.
Mo Shangying raised an eyebrow.
"Little Fufu, if you don’t want to help, you can stay and rest."
"I can assist Master instead?"
Ye Mengfu shook her head rapidly.
"N-no, it’s not that…"
"Just… legs fell asleep from standing too long."
Clutching her tingling palm, she hurried after Lin Yu—
desperate to hide her crimson cheeks from Ying’er’s sharp eyes.
……
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