"You don’t need to ask too much. Just keep them occupied and cause as much trouble as possible," Li Luoyi said, pressing her lips together as she stared at Du Ran.
At this thought, Li Luoyi lowered her head and smiled.
"Little Wei, this Li Luoyi’s smile is so scary (∧｀)!"
"Meh, I think it’s pretty average," Little Wei replied, putting away her 8x scope.
Bad people don’t deserve good potato chips.
She already had a rough idea of the situation. Li Luoyi was involved in shady dealings with the Zerg, and as she suspected, Du Ran really did want to have Zhang Yunxiao’s baby.
Zhang Yunxiao knew about this.
But what did Zhang Yunxiao think about it?
Little Wei couldn’t help but feel curious, though judging by Zhang Yunxiao’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like he had any special feelings for Du Ran.
Then again, that made sense. Just like her—would she ever be interested in men?
If so, this would already be a BL novel.
"Find anything?" Ling Wanbai suddenly asked from beside her.
Little Wei stuffed the 8x scope into her bag and pondered for a moment. "She’s a bad person."
Ling Wanbai: "..."
"That’s it?" Ling Wanbai side-eyed her.
Little Wei froze, tugging at the ends of her hair.
"What, do I need to add some adjectives or something?" She thought about it, but honestly, that was a bit too much for her.
She was just a kid who knew how to haul bricks, not some elite graduate from a top university.
"Fine, I’ll add one word—she’s a deranged bad person." Little Wei felt that description was spot-on.
Ling Wanbai: "..."
"Good word choice. Don’t ever use it like that again."
The lack of sincerity in Ling Wanbai’s praise left Little Wei slightly annoyed.
"Anyway, I pretty much get the situation, but..."
What should she do?
Both Li Luoyi and Du Ran had status. If anything happened to either of them, the original protagonist—a nobody—would have no way to clean up the mess.
Worse, she might even get a bad rating for failing to handle the fallout.
"Tell me, how can we kill these two?" Little Wei rubbed her chin, brows furrowed.
"Huh? You want to kill them?" Ling Wanbai turned to look at her.
"Du Ran is whatever, but Li Luoyi? That’s not good. She’s our teacher’s only daughter."
Besides, killing Li Luoyi wouldn’t bring back the original Li Luoyi.
Failing the mission would also deal a huge blow to the people in the original world—they wouldn’t get a second chance.
"Ah..." Little Wei fell silent.
Then the only option was to sabotage Li Luoyi’s plans.
But she couldn’t even get close to the Zerg. Still, if Li Luoyi was connected to them, her goal was obvious—
Destroy the Federation’s planets.
The Zerg were mortal enemies of the Federation, after all. They fed on Federation citizens. If the Zerg were lured here, wouldn’t this novel world turn into an apocalyptic wasteland?
Wait, no—zombies could at least evolve. The Zerg were just squirming flesh.
A world without intelligent life... Little Wei shuddered. Li Luoyi’s mindset was truly twisted.
What kind of novel would depict such a grotesque world?
If Li Luoyi’s plan succeeded, this world would be beyond ruined.
"Maybe I should buy a Doom-shroom to prevent the world from being destroyed?" Little Wei mused, stroking her chin.
Too bad the in-world shop wasn’t open to hosts.
"Doom-shroom? What’s that?" Ling Wanbai asked.
"Food." Little Wei turned and headed upstairs.
Ling Wanbai choked. People in this world had no idea what Plants vs. Zombies was, but this kid was treating her like an idiot. That wasn’t okay.
"Then when are you going to find that mushroom? I want to see you eat it."
Ling Wanbai followed closely behind.
Little Wei: ?
Was that thing even edible?
"You take the first bite when the time comes," Little Wei said, waiting for Ling Wanbai to catch up before patting her shoulder.
But Ling Wanbai was too tall. Little Wei lost her footing and tumbled straight into Ling Wanbai’s arms.
Ling Wanbai glanced around. They were in an abandoned building, its walls peeling with gray paint, the floor covered in thick dust. Clearly, this wasn’t the place for... activities.
"You’re being too forward. This is troublesome," Ling Wanbai murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Little Wei: ?
She looked up at Ling Wanbai, then quickly stepped back to steady herself.
"No way." Little Wei was firm on this.
"It’s just the wrong location, right?" Ling Wanbai teased.
Then she leaned in, her breath brushing against Little Wei’s ear, sending a ticklish warmth that made Little Wei’s delicate face flush pink. She nearly lost her balance again from sheer embarrassment.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" she hissed.
Damn it. This version of Ling Wanbai definitely wasn’t Big Orange.
The real Ling Wanbai was aloof—she’d never say something like that so brazenly.
"Are you Big Orange?" Little Wei had already sensed something was off.
"Hm? Are you?" Ling Wanbai pulled her into a hug, resting her chin atop Little Wei’s dark hair and gently nuzzling it.
"Orange is a good person, but you..." More like Yuan Qiaoqiao.
Little Wei didn’t dare say that name out loud. Just thinking about it brought back memories of a dark era.
If she’d been a man, her kidneys would’ve exploded long ago.
Ugh... Yuan Qiaoqiao was inhuman.
"Me? I don’t seem like a good person?" Ling Wanbai pointed at herself, raising a brow.
Little Wei: "..."
"What do you think?" she muttered under her breath.
Was Ling Wanbai a good person?
Before Little Wei could react, Ling Wanbai pushed her against the wall—mostly to keep her from stumbling again.
"W-what are you doing? My clothes are getting dirty! Sis, don’t be like this, I’m scared!" Little Wei flailed her arms like a helpless maiden being harassed by a villain.
(As for why she wasn’t a "maiden"... Well, you know.)
Ling Wanbai went silent. Any mischievous intentions she had were instantly killed by Little Wei’s theatrics.
"Never mind. Let’s go. We need to move before the poison zone closes in."
Ling Wanbai grabbed Little Wei, and after scavenging for gear nearby, the two finally had a decent mid-tier loadout.
The energy gun fired orbs that could hit targets from far away.
Little Wei was instantly in love.
"This feels way better than the ones from your training sessions," she said, firing off a few test shots.
Then, to her surprise, several people hidden in the grass were hit and collapsed.
Those poor souls died without ever figuring out how Little Wei spotted them.
"My luck is this good?" Little Wei was thrilled.
Was this even real?
She’d just sprayed randomly and got kills. For the first time, Little Wei understood the joy of looting.
She wondered if killing Li Luoyi would drop equally good rewards.
Then, in a flash—
Wait.
There was another way.
Force the intruder out of Li Luoyi’s body.
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